Part 48 (1/2)
”Unless you're an a.s.shole or a t.w.a.t, then he judges,” he continued. ”And you aren't either.”
She pressed her lips together.
”You were cute,” he repeated.
She looked to his shoulder.
He gave her a shake.
She looked to his eyes.
”So shake it off,” he ordered.
”Okay, Nick,” she said softly.
”Now, I think the challenge you issued my digestive system has been bested so I can f.u.c.k you without pa.s.sing out or throwing up.”
She frowned.
He ignored that and decreed, ”Time to do that.”
”Just to share an important tidbit as we figure our stuff out, your ridicule of my cooking is not amusing to me, Nick Sebring.”
”Babe, you emptied a bottle of French dressing into ground beef seasoned with taco seasoning, fried flour tortillas, dumped mac 'n' chees on that, the beef on that, sour cream, cheese and guac on that and set that s.h.i.+t in front of me. It was the best thing I've ever tasted. And if a nutritionist saw it, they'd be apoplectic.”
”Life is short and it mostly sucks so who cares what a nutritionist thinks?” she shot back. ”You have to have some things you enjoy. I eat fruit. I eat veggies. I do Pilates two times a week. I walk on a treadmill for an hour four times a week. Every once in a while you have to treat yourself to such as taco extravaganza. It makes life worth living.”
”How about we find other ways to make life worth living, like o.r.g.a.s.ms and mindless TV?” he returned.
”Is there a limit to things that you can have that make life worth living? Because if there is, I've got you, that's a huge boost, but I still don't think I'm even close.”
I've got you, that's a huge boost.
f.u.c.k, that felt good.
Really good.
”Totally f.u.c.king you now,” he declared, grabbing her hand and dragging her toward the bedroom.
”Sebring, the dishes aren't done.”
He pulled her up the steps, ”Shade, don't care.”
”Sebring-”
He stopped and yanked her around.
”Get naked,” he growled.
She glared at him stubbornly.
He knew how to break through that so he did it, taking off his s.h.i.+rt.
Her glare wavered as her eyes dropped to his chest.
His hands went to his belt.
Her hands went to her tank.
He beat her to naked.
In the race to o.r.g.a.s.m, she beat him.
But with that, Nick never minded finis.h.i.+ng second.
Chapter Twenty.
Wade Through s.h.i.+t Nick 6:13 The Next Morning Just after coming, instead of collapsing on Livvie, he rolled, bringing her with him.
She gave him her weight, her thighs gripping his hips, her face in his neck, her breathing heavy, her soft body fluid in his arms, still coming down from her o.r.g.a.s.m.
Christ, weeks he'd had her and every f.u.c.k was better than the last.
One of many indications, if they could wade through the s.h.i.+t, their future was bright.
But first they had to wade through the s.h.i.+t.
To that end, he tightened his hold on her before either of their breathing had evened and told her quietly, ”Starting today, gonna put a man on you, baby. Everywhere you go.”
He felt her tense against him, he f.u.c.king hated it, but he kept going.
”He'll be un.o.btrusive. But even with him on you, when I text or phone, want you to answer. If you can't right away, do it as soon as you can. Yesterday you didn't and it made me uneasy.”
”Okay, Nick,” she agreed.
He let out a breath.
Then he hit the next possible pile of s.h.i.+t.
”You sleep okay?”
She lifted her head and looked at him through the dark before dawn.
”Yes,” she lied.