Page 51 of Naughty Nicky

My cock twitches, and I know she is doing whatever she can to delay me dropping her off at home. I know she wants to stay another day. And I want her to too, but we both know she needs to go home. “Don’t even try to tempt me.”

She pouts, and I want nothing more than to kiss her dramatic pout off her face and fuck her into submission, but we do really need to go. It’s nearly one in the afternoon, and I have things I need to take care of.

“Let’s go,” I tell her.

She folds her arms over her chest and just stands in the kitchen blocking my way.

“Pen.”

She chews on her lip, and I see tears start to well in her eyes.

“Baby,” I whisper, pulling her into me.

“I just don’t want this to end,” she cries.

“It’s not ending. I know you think that time away might make us grow apart. But trust me when I say every second I spend away from you is going to feel like a thousand needlesstabbing my heart. What we have is real Pen, and it’s not going to dissipate over a few days apart. I promise you that.”

She sniffles against my chest, and I squeeze her tighter to me. This is harder than I thought it would be.

I pull into her parents’ driveway, my heart clenching tight in my chest. After I promised her things wouldn’t change, I fucked her one last time. Because I couldn’t not do it. I need to prove to her how much she means to me and that what we have isn’t some fleeting three-day fling but something that means so much more to me, to us.

Her hand wraps around my wrist of the hand that’s resting on her thigh. She squeezes it hard, and I know what she is feeling. I know how she doesn’t want this to end, no matter how many times I tell her it’s not the end. I feel it too.

I pull up as close as I can get to the front of the house and put the truck in park.

“I don’t want to do this.”

I reach back over and squeeze her thigh. “You know we have to do this. As soon as Wes goes back home, we can see each other again and figure out a plan.”

“He’s not supposed to be home until tomorrow, why couldn’t we have just had one more day?”

I sigh. “It’s already bad enough your parents don’t tell Wes that I’m here. We both know it would just cause suspicion from them if you stayed with me.”

“I don’t care if they find out.”

That releases a little tension from my chest. We never really talked about telling her parents about us. We just figured it would happen naturally after Christmas.

“Let me help you out,” I tell her. I open my door and climb out of the truck. A feeling of nostalgia hits me as I take in her parents’ house. The decorations outside, the lights, the Christmas tree in the window. It reminds me of being a kid and coming here, how much it felt like home more so than mine ever did.

I round the back of the truck and open the passenger side door so I can help Pen get out of the truck. I don’t want her slipping on the snow in those damn flip-flops since she refused to put on a pair of my boots.

I squeeze her hips as I help her out of the truck and set her onto the slippery snow-packed walkway that leads to the front door.

I don’t know why I do it. Maybe because she said she doesn’t care if her parents know. Maybe to ease up some of the hesitation that she has. Or maybe just to settle my own uncertainty in my chest, but I lean down a press a kiss to her lips. I’m not sure when I’ll see her again. It could be a week—she isn’t sure how long her brother plans to stay. I just know I need to lay low while he’s in town.

She wraps her arms around my neck, and I can’t help but pull her in close to me for one last searing kiss.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Pen jumps away from me so quickly she nearly slips into a mound of snow. “Wes!” she shouts with a joy that I know is fake. “You’re home early. I’ve missed you.”

“Cut the crap, Pen.” He turns to me. “What the hell are you doing here, and why are you kissing my sister?”

Pen tries to cover for me. “It’s a long story, and we weren’t kissing. I was giving him a hug.”

“Don’t even try to cover up the fact that you were kissing. I saw it happening for two minutes before I stormed out here.What the hell are you even doing here, Nick?” Wes yells at me as he storms down the front steps of his childhood home.

Great. Not only did he see me breaking the cardinal rule, he now knows I’m here in Ouray. Two years of lies ready to bubble to the surface.

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