Until Nico (Until 4)

When I get back to the kitchen, Nico has a cup of coffee and toast with honey waiting for me. I hand him a shirt, and he smiles, kissing my forehead before setting the shirt on the counter. Suddenly, he lifts me at my waist and sets me on the counter near the corner so that he is between me and Kenton. I’m not sure if he knows what he’s doing, but I suspect he does it on purpose, and I want to cry with relief that he gets it.

“So, what are you guys doing this weekend?” Kenton asks, looking between the two of us.

I know what I want to do—I want to go back to bed and maybe have a good look at that piercing. I feel my cheeks heat up when I think about the way I felt when he was inside me, how alive my body felt when he made me orgasm with it, and how I really wanted another couple million of them.

“Baby, stop,” Nico says, his mouth next to my ear, “I can tell exactly what you’re thinking, and you’re gonna make me be rude to my cousin, ‘cause I’m about to pick your sexy little ass up, carry you to the bedroom, slam the door, and have my way with you again whether he can hear your screams or not.”

I bend my head forward, blocking my face with my hair. My face feels like it’s on fire. Apparently, I am now a super slut. “Sorry,” I whisper.

“Don’t be,” he whispers back, his hand running along my thigh as he kisses my forehead. “I think we’re just going to hang around here,” Nico says, leaning his hip against the counter between my legs and picking up his coffee cup.

“You’re not going home?

“Nah. Cash, Lilly, and the kids just got home from Alaska. Asher’s praying over November’s belly for a little boy, and Trevor is keeping Liz at home, waiting for her to go into labor.”

“Jesus, you guys are like a baby-making factory,” Kenton says, shaking his head.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Nico mumbles, and I look at him and see that he is serious. His eyes meet mine and go soft before he leans in, kissing me once again.

“Shit, you too?” Kenton asks.

Nico nods before leaning back again.

“I knew, but I mean… I didn’t know how serious you were.”

“That serious, my man,” he says, rubbing my thigh again.

I feel a nervous laugh climb up my throat; I cover my mouth, trying to hold it in, but I can’t. Kenton looks at me and smiles, and Nico shakes his head.

“What’s so funny?”

I shake my head before bursting out laughing. “Sorry.” I laugh again and cover my face.

“You gonna let us in on the joke?” Nico asks, pulling my hands away from my face, smiling at me.

“Baby factory,” I say, repeating Kenton’s words, and I can’t help but laugh again. I’m not even sure why I find it so funny.

“It’s true, doll. My cousins are tryin’ to take over the world with their offspring,” Kenton says, smiling.

“Yeah? You wanna start your shit? How are things going with you and Autumn?” Nico asks.

Kenton’s face changes completely. The smile he’s wearing slides off his face, and he growls, “Don’t start, Nico.”

“What, you don’t want me to tell you that you’re a stupid fuck?”

“Fuck you,” Kenton says, glaring at Nico.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“You know, I came over here to get a break from that drama.”

“You need to put an end to that drama, man, and just do what you both need.”

“How can I when the damn woman won’t listen to me?”

“Make her listen,” Nico says, and Kenton glares, shaking his head. I feel sorry for him for some reason; he looks like he’s really upset about whatever it is they’re talking about. “Fix your shit.”

“You think I haven’t tried?” he asks softly, looking guilty.

“No, I don’t think you have. I know you. I know that, when you want something, you make it happen. So you can sit there all day feeling sorry for yourself and talking bullshit, but I know if you wanted to, you would be at home with her right now instead of drinking my coffee and interrupting my day off with my woman.”

“Hey.” I hit him in chest.

“What? It’s true.” Nico shrugs like he wasn’t just a giant jerk.

“It’s not nice,” I tell him.

“I don’t need to be nice to anyone but you.” His eyes meet mine and go soft, and I shake my head at his logic.

“I’m gonna head out,” Kenton says, standing.

“You don’t have to go,” I tell him quickly, feeling guilty that he’s leaving because I’m here.

“It’s okay, doll. I got stuff to do anyways,” Kenton says, taking one last drink from his coffee cup and putting it on the counter near the sink.

“Well, it was nice to meet you.”

“You too.” He smiles, making my heart do a little flutter.

Nico is hotter, but Kenton has his own brand of handsome with his shaggy dark hair, tan skin, blue eyes, and scruffy jaw—a look that says if you happened to get lost in the woods with him, he would be able to build you a house with his own hands then go out and find dinner with nothing but what he could find in the forest.

“I’m sure I’ll see you around,” he says, heading to the front door.

Nico follows him, talking softly. I don’t know what he’s saying, but Kenton shakes his head before giving a chin lift as Nico closes the door behind him.

“That wasn’t very nice,” I tell him as he walks back into the kitchen.

“I told you before—I don’t need to be nice to anyone but you. Besides, he needs to get his shit straight.”

“What stuff?” I ask curiously.

“Hold that thought, baby.” He picks up his phone from the counter when it starts to ring. He looks at the screen and his eyebrows shoot together before he answers.

“Drake. What’s up, man?” he asks, his hand rubbing absently along my thigh. “Like I told your dad, there isn’t much you can do unless you can prove that shit.” He shakes his head, looking off in the distance. “Don’t do that crap; you will regret it, and it will give him the upper hand. Just do as I told you before. I got your back. Call if you need me,” he says before hanging up.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, not liking the worried look on his face.

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it.” He pulls me forward on the counter until we’re hip to hip. “You done eating? You want more coffee?”

“I’m done,” I tell him as he pulls my legs around his hips and then my arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”

“We’re going to shower.”

“Oh,” I breathe as he nips at my neck and walks us towards the bathroom.

*~*~*

“So, you’re telling me you lost your virginity when you were twelve?” I ask in shock.

I look at Nico, who is sitting across from me on the bed, wearing nothing but a sheet. We had a shower, and then he brought me back to bed and did some crazy things to my body that had me screaming out his name before he was even inside me—once again, without a condom. When we were done and I reminded him we hadn’t used one, he informed me that it was too late and there was nothing I could do about it. I’m not quite sure why it turns me on every time he says it, but it does.

Now, it’s after ten at night. We’re sitting in bed with a giant pepperoni pizza he ordered an hour ago for delivery between us. When it arrived, he quickly pulled on a pair of sweats, told me I better not get dressed, and left the room to answer the door, only to come back and get naked again.

“I lost my virginity at twelve. I had no clue what I was doing, but that was the first time I had sex,” he says, taking a bite of pizza.

“That’s crazy.”

“I guess.” He shrugs, taking a drink of beer.

“I always wanted to do it,” I tell him, wiping my mouth. “I’ve just been too afraid.”

“Thank God you hadn’t done it before; I don’t think I could’ve handled it if I wasn’t your first. I don’t even like thinking about anyone else looking, let alone

someone touching what’s mine.”

“I don’t know.” I shrug this time. “I think it would be good to have experience. I have no idea what I’m doing.”

I hear him growl, and my head flies up from where I was looking at the pizza.

“Don’t even fucking say that shit,” he says, his eyes going hard.

“What?”

“Anything you need to know, I’ll teach you. You won’t be having sex with anyone else. The only person you need to please is me, and I’m fucking thrilled with the way you take me,” he says with a glare.

“I didn’t say I was going to go out and start ho-ing around.” I roll my eyes.

“You better not even think about what it would be like to be with someone else.”

“I’m not.” I frown, watching as he moves the pizza box from between us and sets it on the bedside table. “What are you doing?”

He pulls my paper plate from my hand, setting it on top of the pizza box. His hands go to my ankles, dragging me so I’m flat on the bed underneath him.

“What are you doing?” I repeat as his hands pull both of mine above my head.

“Going to make sure I’m the only one you think about,” he says, rolling his hips into mine, making me gasp as his head bends forward, Then he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. I’m pretty sure every woman in the world would be thinking about him, and only him, if they knew him.

“Oh my God,” I moan, shoving my head back into the pillow.

Suddenly, the doorbell starts going off. Daisy, who was asleep on one of the pillows, jumps up and runs into the living room barking.