Page 80 of Greased

Nicky takes a step towards me and I take one back but instantly hit the counter, stopping my escape. Nicky’s eyes darken as he closes the distance between us, bringing our bodies together. My breath catches at the contact and I see the moment Nicky catches my reaction.

“See that’s where I think you are wrong, baby girl,” he says in a low voice. He bends down close to my ear, his hot breath against my neck causing a shiver to roll over my body, “I see the appreciation in your eyes when you look at me.”

“Don’t let that big ego get in the way of the truth now, Nicky.” I chastise him but it holds no heat. He knows he is right.

Nicky chuckles and I don’t know if it's the proximity, the after affects of last night still in my veins or simply the hold that this man holds on me but I can almost swear my pussy tingles at the sound.

“Never,” he whispers in my ear. He moves his head away from my ear but doesn’t dare to take a step away. If anything, he pushes me further into the counter. I wet my lips with my tongue and his eyes capture the movement. They don’t move as he slowly edges closer to them. His own mouth dropping slightly. My hands snake up his arms as I grip him tightly, needing to hold onto something. Just as our lips are about to meet, a groan sounds from behind us, startling us away from each other.

“Fuck’s sake, could you keep the PDA out of the kitchen. Some of us don’t feel like watching their sister being mauled while they are trying to eat,” Rhodes says with disgust as he enters the kitchen with Dawson and Jethro in tow. The former frowning at the both of us while the latter just gives us a blank look.

“That sounds like a you problem, baby brother.” I snide as I push Nicky away before walking away from the counter, grabbing my forgotten muffin and taking a bite.

“Gross,” Rhodes shivers and I can’t help but laugh at the disgusted expression on his face.

“As much as I love being judged this early in the morning, what are you guys doing here?” I question looking at Nicky, Dawson and Jethro.

“The guys came over because we needed to sit down and work out a schedule of sorts for your training,” Rhodes says and I nod before he continues. “Seeing how I have been next in line all these years, Dad suggested that I also assist in helping you get up to scratch with everything you need to know.”

I nod, agreeing with Rhodes. He smiles at me but I swear I could hear an undertone of bitterness in his voice. I shake my head at the doubt. He would tell me if he wasn’t happy. Wouldn't he?

“I’ll train you Monday, Jethro will train you Tuesday, Dawson will train you Wednesday and as far as I know Dacre will tap in after him?” Rhodes confirms with Dawson who nods, still not bothering to look at me since he stared daggers at me after he entered the room.

“Nicky will train you on Thursday. You will just have to double check with Pike, Sonny and Wyatt what days they will be training you.”

I nod, trying to commit each of the days to memory but know that I have no hope. Rhodes must sense my internal struggle as he comes over, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, “Don’t worry, I’ve already sent the schedule to you in an email that you can add to your calendar.

I smile at him, “Thanks Rhodes.”

He nods at me before taking a step away and grabbing the muffin with his name on it from the fridge, he groans in appreciation as he takes a bite.

“Your brother doesn’t share the same appeal you do when you eat,” Nicky whispers in my ear. I choke on my mouthful of food. Forced to spit it in the bin, I glare at Nicky as I take a sip of my coffee. He at least has the decency to look sheepish.

“Sorry, baby girl,” he says with a wince.

“You owe me.” I frown, pointing a finger at him.

“Add it to my tab,” he chuckles, making me laugh.

The school day seems to fly and I’m thankful for it. First period was Spanish. Sonny was insistent on sitting next to me during the class, much to Dacre’s dismay. The only reason Sonny got away with it is because he reminded Dacre that he is fluent and the best person to teach me. With a frown, Dacre took a seat next to a guy that I haven’t yet met.

Poor guy can’t catch a break.

Sonny took every single opportunity to wind me up through the lesson. The way his voice sounds when he whispers Spanish in my ear nearly broke my resolve.

He could call me a horse's ass and I would be a mess on the floor at this point.

Nicky grabs my hand, stopping me before I can rush out of Maths at the end of the day. Maths has never been my strong suit but I swear there was something about this lesson that dragged.

“You are all mine this afternoon, baby girl,” he says in my ear, my body shivers at the underlying innuendo in his voice.

I follow him outside to his bike. I step back as I wait for him to pass me his helmet. Being a dirt bike girl, I’ve never given much thought into road bikes or Harleys for the

matter but there is something about seeing Nicky on his bike that is doing something for me.

His smile is devilish as he hands me his helmet and I chastise myself for allowing my attraction to be so clear. I’m doing fucking terrible at making these guys grovel. But, god, it's hard. Especially when they look just as fucking delectable as Nicky does right now. I’m insatiable.

Eventually I snap myself out of my daze and hop onto the back of Nicky’s bike. I can’t help but tease him just as much as he does me. My hands snake up his torso, gripping the bottom of his dress shirt and lifting it up. His stomach clenches as my hands meet his bare flesh.

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