Page 16 of Big Nick Energy

“Not until Sunday night,” she shared.

“I should be hanging out with you,” I muttered. She hardly got a chance to come home, and much less my brother, especially during football season.

“Na.” She winked at me. “You should be out there having an adventure. You work too much.”

“Hello pot, my name is kettle,” I teased, and she laughed, shaking my hand.

“Hello kettle.” She grinned.

“Smartass.”

“Better than being a dumbass,” she sassed back, and something inside of me eased up a bit.

Ten minutes later, my mom and siblings showed up with dessert and we ate around the table, laughing and joking around. Talking to Libby helped, but I couldn’t stop my mind from drifting to all thoughts Nick and what he might have planned. Or if he had anything planned, because logistically, I wasn’t sure he would show up.

Does he know where I live? And if he does, how?

After dessert, I hugged and kissed everyone goodbye before heading to my apartment. Most of my roommates had gone home for the long holiday weekend. Only Polly had stayed behind, but because she was working insane extra shiftsbecause, as she liked to say, it was easy extra money with holiday pay and double time, the apartment was quieter than usual.

And it didn’t help that Nick orDaddy Nick,like I liked to call him in my head, flooded my brain. Exhausted from tossing and turning, I took out my vibrator. But no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get myself off. It was like my body knew something might possibly actually happen with him in a couple of hours, and it didn’t want to let me have anything less but the man running rampant inside my head.

It was about three in the morning when I finally fell asleep, only to see him in my dreams again.

6

Nick

I looked across the table and still couldn’t believe she was sitting there. Staring up at me, her eyes sparkling like I had always thought they would.

The diner was busy. The quiet hum of people walking around us, eating, and talking didn’t distract me from the beautiful creature in front of me.

I showed up at her apartment an hour earlier than I had told her I would. I waited, parked next to her car for as long as I could. But my patience ran out about fifteen minutes before eight, so I got out and made my way to her apartment.

“How are your pancakes?” I asked. She shyly glanced down at the table then back at me.

“Best I’ve ever had,” she answered, and my dick reacted like it was some kind of teenager. I knew she wasn’t talking about me, but fuck me, why did I wanted her to be?

“How about your French toast?” she asked. I usually didn’t eat too much of a decadent breakfast, but I had seen how indecisive she was when she looked at the pancakes and French toast. I ordered the ones she hadn’t, so I could feed her. I cut apiece, made sure to dip it into the whip cream before getting a piece of strawberry, and lifted the fork between us.

“Taste,” I ordered gently, and I watched her eyes bounce from me down to the food. I expected her to argue.

She was a feisty thing.

I’d seen a peek of that side of her from watching her with my son. But more so this morning. My girl needed coffee and about an hour to wake up to shake off her morning grumpiness. With anyone else, it would have turned me off, but with Blanca, it was different. I felt giddy with excitement for the days I could be there, morning after morning, helping her start the new day with a smile on her face.

To my surprise, she gave me what I asked.

I watched as her pretty mouth opened wide, and I brought the fork closer to her, just enough for her to need to lean forward. My cock hated me for it. The image of her mouth open, her eyes set on mine, had me about to cum.How many times have I imagined that precise scene?Fuck, I’d jerked off to that little fantasy that very morning. If that wasn’t enough, when she wrapped her lips around the fork and pulled back, her eyes fluttered shut, ecstasy flashed across her face, and she made the cutest little sound. Something like a cross between a purr and moan.

“How is it?” I asked gruffly, not daring to blink in case I’d miss something. Her pretty eyes opened, and I noticed a fucking hell of a lot in a couple of seconds. She was flushed, her pretty cheeks rosy, her breathing off.

“Yummy,” she whispered and finished chewing.

I reached and wrapped my hand around the ice-cold glass of water the waitress had brought, but I didn’t pick it up. I just held it, begging the cool glass to temper the need inside of me. Everything she did made me ache. I had no idea how I managed, but we kept talking and eating.

And somehow, by the time we were done with breakfast and I had taken care of the check, I was deeper in love with my forbidden princess than I could have ever imagined.

“What doyou think about this one?” she asked, smiling over her shoulder, the little puff atop of her beanie dancing adorably. I glanced at the tree she pointed at.As if I could ever tell her no.My eyes drifted back to her curvy form, and a smile pulled at my lips. My face should have hurt with how much I’d smiled since picking her up. She was dressed in tight jeans that made her ass look like a work of art, and a soft blue knitted sweater that molded around her curves.

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