Page 9 of Naughty Nicky

Silence takes over the room, and I stand awkwardly in front of her not missing how her eyes peruse down my body and over the gray sweats I am wearing.

My cock twitches in my sweats, and I try to think about anything other than the gorgeous woman in front of me giving me an eye full. But I think about how this is my best friend’slittle sister and how every one of my thoughts is a line I shouldn’t cross.

I clear my throat and go to speak, but Pen cuts me off.

“Maybe I should try to call my dad again,” she says with a blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Good idea.”

She walks out of my studio so quickly you would think her feet were on fire. I lollygag behind not wanting to chase her out of the room and wanting to gain my composure a bit. She did just see a picture of me completely naked, and from the look on her face, she liked what she saw.

I curse myself for even thinking about her, but I can’t help myself. And I know if she doesn’t get out of this house soon, it may mean trouble.

3

PENELOPE

Oh my god. I just saw Nick Snow naked. I mean in a picture, not in person, but still. My heart is racing at a million beats per second. I’ve dreamed about seeing him naked since I learned that cooties weren’t a thing and that you could actually have a crush on a boy.

I know the man is off limits, my brother would kill me if I touched him, well more so if he touched me. So, this will be the closest I will ever come to seeing Nick in the flesh but oh my god. The man looks like he is carved from stone. I didn’t know what he was hiding underneath those clothes, but I knew he was hiding something. And it wasn’t just that six pack of rigid muscles on his stomach. Or the way his shoulders and biceps popped. No, it was the thing between his legs. And he wasn’t even hard. His cock was what they talk about in romance novels. It was huge, by far the largest I’ve ever seen. Not that I have seen that many.

Oh my god, Penelope. Focus.

I can’t even listen to myself because even if I close my eyes all I see is that giant dick hanging between two muscular thighs.

I bite my lip hard hoping to knock some sense into me but all it does is make me clench my own thighs thinking about what it would be like to feel Nick against my body, inside my body.

I need to get it together. Because if my dad doesn’t answer, I think I may be stuck here a while in this now awkward house. One glance outside has me confirming my suspicions as the snow is starting to fall hard, blanketing the driveway in a thick layer. I can’t even see the tracks from when we drove in earlier.

I grab the landline off the wall and hurriedly call my father again, but it just goes to voicemail.

Damn it.

I dial my mom next hoping she can at least get ahold of Dad and tell him to come pick me up since she is just as bad as me about driving in the snow.

“Hello?”

“Oh, thank God, Mom.”

“Penelope? Whose number are you calling from?” she asks me.

I sigh and lean against the wall. “It’s a long story, Mom.”

“It usually is,” she says with a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

I purse my lips at that. My parents are usually always disappointed in me. Ever since I made the decision to skip college for a year to explore the world. Then one year turned into two. Two into four and now I am here, living with them again. With no plans for my future.

“Well, you see, Mrs. Marshall asked me to deliver an order to Mrs. Perez, since Mrs. Perez couldn’t make it to the bakery because of the weather. And so, I didn’t have much of a choice, and you know how I am when it comes to driving in the snow. And I was doing so well, you would have been proud of me! I almost made it to her house, but then of course a bear came running down the street and drove me right off the road and intoa snowbank. Don’t worry, I am totally fine. But my car is stuck. Anyway, I had no service and couldn’t get ahold of you or Dad, so I thought I was going to die in my car, but then a stranger came and stopped to make sure I was okay. Well not a str—”

“Penelope, can you get to the point?” she asks me, stopping me from rattling on like I was.

“I’m getting there, Mom. Anyway, it wasn’t a stranger at all, but Nick as in Nick Snow, Wesley’s best friend. Did you know he was living here?”

“Oh, how is Nick doing? I ran into him at the grocery store the other day. What a lovely young man. I was surprised when he moved back here about a couple years ago, I heard his father wasn’t doing well.”

That’s news to me. From what I remember of growing up around Nick, I thought he never liked his dad.

“Well anyway, he is the one who found me on the road, and he lives just a few minutes away from where I was. So, I am at his house right now. But I was wondering if you could ask Dad if he could come pick me up.”

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