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“Shit Lois, no more.” He croaks, sitting up straight as his dick leaves my wet lips with a pop. My face cracks into a triumphant smile, I broke him, he couldn’t handle any more of what I was giving him and that makes me feel fucking fantastic.

He grips my arms and drops me down onto the bed, crawling up over me so his face is hovering over mine. His chocolate eyes are wild with need, they’re flickering from my own desperate gaze to my rosy nipples, to the middle of my thighs like he can’t decide where he wants to be next.

“I need you to remember that I respect you ok?” He rasps, throat hoarse. “Because I'm about to act like I don’t.”

I swallow hard. “Ok, show me how much youdon’trespect me.” I coo and his lips crash into mine, hard and fast. His huge palms splay over each breast, playing with each nipple as he pushes his entire length inside me. The stretching burns at first, like my body has forgotten how to take him, how to open up and swallow him whole. But it only takes seconds to adjust to his size, to let him slam into me so hard I feel like he’s in my stomach. My eyes are screwed shut, nails clawing at his tattooed back but he keeps going, thrusting into me like he wants to break me in two. I’d let him.

He pulls out and the emptiness aches deep inside me, but he doesn’t give me much time to swim in the nothingness because he immediately flips me over onto all fours, stretching me out again. His strong hands land on my shoulders, pulling my chest up off the mattress. He sucks at my neck again, pressing his chest against my back, his damp skin sticking to me. I know he’s close by the way his breathing picks up, his teeth nipping at my earlobe as he curses my name under his breath.

“I’m gonna come baby,” he slams into me again and I feel the air get trapped in my lungs. He grips the base of my throat, dropping his sweat soaked face into the crevice of my neck as he comes undone inside me. I’m riding such a high when he pullsout and I can see he is too. Nick’s eyes are glassy and he pants as he cleans himself up. All I can do is sit cross legged on the bed and watch him in amazement, when he spots me his lips turn up into a smile. He stalks towards me with a smirk so wide I can’t stop my own dimpled grin from splitting my face in half. He pulls back the duvet and we both climb under it’s warmth, me tucking myself under one of my heavy biceps and snuggling into his side.

I lie my face on his chest, my cheek squished against his heartbeat which sends a vibration through my body, a ripple of a feeling I'm scared to acknowledge. But I know it’s already there…love.

I don’t know how it happened so fast, is there something wrong with me? Do I have daddy issues, or something else that makes me fall in love with any guy who gives me an ounce of affection? But that can’t be it because lots of guys have graced me with attention over the years and I’ve definitely never loved any of them, not even Mitchell. I had this lovey dovey future with Mitchell planned out in my head, but I still never felt an ounce of what I already feel for Nick. No man has ever protected and stood up for me the way Nick did tonight, not even my brother.

CHAPTER 13

NICK

Lois is still sleeping when I slip out of her grip and run to the bathroom to collect the clothes we abandoned last night. It’s so early the birds aren’t even awake yet, the darkness still engulfs the car park when I look out of Lois’s bedroom window. Last night feels like a blur, like a mash of emotions that I'm struggling to piece together into some sort of sense. But there’s one emotion that’s more prominent than the rest and that’s the suffocating love that’s growing by the day. I don't know what the fuck to do about it either. I don’t want to come on too strong and scare Lois away, but it’s also fucking hard to suppress this overwhelming need to be touching her at all times. When I slip back into her bedroom she stirs, opening one eye and groaning when she sees me pulling my underwear up my legs.

“No, not yet Nick it’s too early.” She whines, rolling onto her back and kicking the covers off. She sits up straight and smacks both hands down onto the mattress like a child. “Don’t leave yet, please.”

I snicker, tackling her back down to the mattress. “I wasn’t leaving yet, I was just collecting the evidence of last night from the bathroomandI was going to make us both a coffee.”

She ponders this for a beat, then her hazel eyes brighten. “Ok, you’ve convinced me.”

I pull her to her feet, handing her a pair of clean shorts from her dresser and a white, almost see-through t-shirt that’s flung over the back of her desk chair. She follows me out into the kitchen, the whole dorm still cloaked in darkness. I flick on the light and Lois squints, running her fingers through her soft curls whilst I get started on the coffee. I place two steamy mugs onto the marble island once they’re done and lift Lois onto a bar stool, which earns me a cheesy grin. I want to kiss her literally every second of the day, but I let her drink her coffee first. A shiver rolls over her when she takes her first sip and she hums with happiness. I drop down on the bar stool next to her and she glances at me over the rim of her coffee cup.

“What’s your plan for today then?” She says, dimpled smile making my stomach flip.

I shrug. “Just training I guess and then…” I look back at her, trying to work out whether I should ask her to come over tonight. “Maybe…you could come over tonight?”

Lois blinks and looks back down at her hot coffee. “Maybe…” she pauses for a moment and I brush the curls over her shoulder, rubbing the back of her neck comfortingly. I’m scared I’ve upset her, but I don’t know what I said wrong.

After a beat she turns back to me, eyes vulnerable and open. “I hope you’re going to catch me…when I fall in love with you.”

My heart beats out of my chest and I nod quickly. “I promise.”

Her worry fades and I see the relief flood her, she hops down off her bar stool and skips across the room to drop her mug in the sink. I follow her, pressing her against the countertop and kissing her slow, trying to show her how much I meant that promise. Molly’s bedroom door creaks open and Lois jumps away from me. I huff a laugh and yank her back to me, tickling her waist with my fingers and kissing a trail across her jaw as she wriggles in my grasp.

Molly rounds the corner, eyes twinkling when she sees Lois and I tangled in each other. “Oh,” she smirks, leaning against the wall. “What’s going on here then?”

Lois rolls her eyes and slips away from me. “Nothing you don’t already know about.”

Molly’s grin sparkles with knowing as she passes me, slapping my ass on her way past. Lois’ bright laugh rings through the air, permeating my ears and making my chest tight.

Jesus, I'm in trouble with this girl.

I spend the next couple of hours with Lois at her dorm, binge watching a new series on TV and kissing her every chance I get. Molly heads back into her bedroom after making a coffee and warns us not to have sex on any of the furniture in the living room or kitchen. Apparently if we do she’ll have to burn it all. That girl makes me laugh, I'm so glad she’s with Ky, he needs someone like her.

At around midday I haul open the front door and turn back to a frown faced Lois. “I’ll call you later, you can come over and rock my world again.” I chuckle, but Lois is playing with her fingers nervously, pinning her eyes to the ground.

I take her hands in mine. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just—” she shakes her curls, finally meeting my eyes. “I don’t want to be that girl that asks what we are just becausewe had sex a couple of times. But I also don’t want to be the one you come to when you just want a quick fuck, you know that right?” Her voice is mild, quiet like a mouse and she’s wringing her hands together again. “I’m not that girl, I don’t want to be that girl.”

I lift her chin with my finger and soften my voice. “Good, because I don’t want that either. I was going to ask you last night but I didn’t think the timing was right, what with that bastard putting his hands on you.” The red fire lights in my stomach again at the memory, but I extinguish it quickly. “I want to take you out, maybe this weekend?”

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