Page 17 of Don't You Dare Marry Me

“Just good?” Nicola raised an eyebrow in a tease. “Oh, I can make it better.”

“Will you?” Abagail scraped her short nails against the small of Nicola’s back, her heart racing. This was easily a way they could both get something out of this arrangement.

“You do realize that you’re essentially asking me to sell my body to you. And I’ll be honest, sex work was probably where I was headed.”

Abagail tensed at that. “Are you serious?”

Nicola shrugged slightly and pulled away, her cheeks rushing with a rouge that Abagail had never seen on her before. She wasembarrassed by that fact. More now than ever, Abagail knew that she couldn’t just let Nicola walk out of the house and never see her again. She had to do something to at least help Nicola get back on her feet.

Abagail snagged Nicola’s hand and spun her, pushing her into the wall and pressing their wet naked bodies together. Nicola was at least three inches taller than her, but when they were this close, it didn’t make that much of a difference. Abagail pressed her fingers to Nicola’s throat, then trailed them down her chest and over her collar bones to her small, pert breasts. She’d loved touching Nicola’s breasts last night, teasing them with her fingers and her mouth. She’d loved bending over and letting Nicola spank her until she was ready to come just from the mix of pain and pleasure that washed through her.

“I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to,” Abagail whispered, looking directly into Nicola’s eyes, her jaw set. “Never.”

“I-I know you won’t,” Nicola stuttered, her eyes widening. “Why would you think that I’d think that?”

“If you go into sex work, you lose a lot of control.”

“Depends on how you do it,” Nicola whispered. “With technology…”

Abagail shook her head. “It’ll follow you for the rest of your life. Stay here, work at my bar, get back on your feet, and let me pay you.” Abagail moved her hand down lower, right between Nicola’s legs. She slid her middle finger deep inside Nicola, pressing her palm against Nicola’s clit. “Don’t make stupid decisions again.”

“Again?” Nicola groaned out the word, dropping her hips down onto Abagail’s hand.

“Yes. Again.” Abagail scraped her teeth along Nicola’s neck, thrusting her hand and fingers even deeper inside Nicola. This would be so much better if she had a strap with her, but thosewere still dirty and in a pile on the bed. She’d love to fuck Nicola against a wall with her cock buried deep inside her. “Don’t let other people rule your life.”

Nicola moaned, her voice reverberating around the shower, music to Abagail’s ears.

“Trust me to take care of you, just for a little while.” Abagail bent down and covered Nicola’s breast with her mouth, pulling her nipple into a hard point and flicking her tongue over it.

“Yes!” Nicola shouted, her hand on the back of Abagail’s head and pushing their bodies closer together. “Yes.”

Abagail continued to fuck her with her fingers, as hard and as fast as she could. Nicola raised her leg up onto Abagail’s hip, widening her stance and changing the angle. She looked down, locking their gazes together. Abagail held her stance, fucking Nicola until she came, until there was the tender pull of her body against Abagail’s slick fingers. She moved in, capturing Nicola’s lips in a brutal, hard, and deep kiss.

“Clean yourself up,” Abagail ordered. “I have to go to work.”

She left the shower and wrapped a soft fuzzy towel around her body. Nicola stayed in the shower while Abagail left and walked to her own bedroom to get dressed and ready for the day. She’d figure out exactly why she’d made the offer later, when she had more time to think it through. Until then, she was just happy to know that Nicola would be there when she got home that night.

She’d need the release.

seven

Nicola’s hands shook as she lay on the bed still wrapped in her towel. Abagail had left an hour ago, with the message that she’d come back tonight and expect something to be planned for them.

She was reading the text from Abagail that had dinged through her phone thirty minutes ago. And she kept reading it on repeat. Half of her had thought that Abagail would never follow through with it, but Nicola had been proven wrong. Again.

Abagail: Your shift at the bar starts at four. Don’t be late. It’s just to fill out paperwork and get acquainted with everything. Short shift.

Nicola had written back a quick thanks and then cringed. She literally had nothing to wear except what she’d worn the night before. All her other belongings were in the car that Abagail had towed somewhere to get fixed, which meant that she was literally at Abagail’s mercy.

Nicola: I don’t have anything to wear. All my clothes are in my car.

Nicola didn’t really know what she expected from that text, but she had to tell Abigail something, because she couldn’t possibly go into a new job with the clothes from last night that reeked of sex and alcohol. She would if she had to, but that bar was a lot higher class than the ones she was used to working at.

Stretching her legs and back, Nicola moved around on the bed. Her toe touched the pile of toys that Abagail must have picked up before she’d left the room that morning. Nicola should at least clean them and get them ready for tonight. She was supposed to go visit her sister again too, maybe steal a bit of lunch from her tray if she could, but she had no way to get to the rehabilitation facility now.

Abagail: Cal will take you where you need to go, and he has a business card.

“What?” Nicola shook her head in surprise. Maybe she could get used to having a sugar mommy if this was how it was going to be. But Warren had been that way in the beginning too, willing to buy her things and take her places. It had all slowed down and become way more of an argument until it stopped entirely.

---