Page 71 of I Blame the Club

“Don’t wait for me.”

Capturing my lips, he kisses me right over the edge. My body shudders as the release hits, my hips pumping ferociously so Nico can ride the same high. He finishes with a cry, his ass clenching my dick so tight I almost come a second time.

Collapsing on the bed next to him, my chest heaves as I bring my breathing back down to normal. A hand snakes out to touch my stomach and without even looking, I can tell the smirk is back on Nico’s face.

“So, on a scale of one to ten…”

I roll my eyes, fighting the smile trying to take over my face.

“How much do you still hate me?”

He nuzzles my neck, wrapping an arm around my sticky body. Normally, I'm the first one to shower after any sort of sexualactivity, but for some reason, the warmth of Nico’s body has me reconsidering that decision.

“Still a ten.” He huffs out a laugh and I finally let the smile break free, “But keep this up and one of these days you might drop to a nine.”

“You wound me.”

I chuckle, letting my eyes drift close.

“In tenth grade, a girl got her period while I was eating her out. That’s my worst sex story.”

A stunned silence falls between us, both of us shocked by my honesty.

“Babe that’s so… messy.” Nico snorts, breaking the tension as his shoulders start to shake, “How did it taste?”

“You don’t want to know.”

He cracks up and the uneasiness gets replaced with something else. Something lighter.

“And let me guess. Even after your downtown liaison turned into a horror movie you kept going.”

My shoulder lifts in a shrug, “I always finish what I start.”

Wiping his eyes, Nico pats my cheek, “You are my role model.”

“Doubt it.”

He laughs, “When it comes to your prowess with women, no, you are not my role model. But everything else I admire.”

I raise a brow, “This is coming from the man who said I have a stick up my ass.”

“Technicalities. I admire how much you care about Stella. Few people in this world put other people's needs before their own, but I see you do that with your sister.”

My breath hitches, “How could you possibly know that?”

He shrugs, using his fingers to tap a beat on my pec, “I’m observant. I grew up watching Wes be protective of Lacey and I see the same thing with you and Stella. You lost your mother a few years ago, right?”

I shift uncomfortably, feeling my barriers start to creep back up. Nico has already wiggled his way into my head, I don’t need him touching what’s left of my heart.

That part belongs to my mother.

“She was run off the road by a drunk driver.” Sliding out of his embrace, I don’t look at him as I tilt my head towards the bathroom.

“I should clean myself up. I’ll see you at practice tomorrow morning.”

He doesn’t say another word as I leave the bedroom, and when I finally emerge from the shower half an hour later, he’s gone. The empty walls of my bedroom stare back at me as I sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for the relief to hit me.

Except it never does.

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