Page 11 of Falling for Nicole
As the anger that Nicole’s caused this kind of reaction within me battles with my lust, I watch her down one of the drinks she carried out before grabbing the next and climbing into the tub. Her heated eyes hold mine as she sinks down into the water, hiding that perfectly curvy body from me. It’s the first time since she came out that she’s acknowledged me. I’m amazed my burning stare hasn’t caught her attention before now. Still unable to break my connection with her, I fall back into my old ways.
“I can’t believe your body’s not covered in scales, Ginge.”
“Fuck you, Heff,” she says, dragging her death stare away from me before bringing her drink up for another huge gulp. It’s only now I wonder how many she’s had, seeing as she’s practically polished two off in the last few minutes. Her eyes are their usual sparkling green, but they’re a little wilder than usual. However much she’s had, it seems it’s affecting her. I think back to our teen years when we all had our first taste of alcohol and recall it made her a little crazy back then. I can’t help excitement bubble up in my stomach that a drunk Nicole might be the thing to really spice up this party.
Georgia grinds down on my hard cock once again and I can’t help the groan that rumbles up my throat. Nicole’s eyes dart straight up to me and narrow, hatred pouring from them. Keeping my eyes on her, I run my hands up Georgia’s back. Nicole watches every bit of movement. I tangle my fingers into her hair and pull her lips to mine. I kiss her like I’m absorbed by what she’s doing, but she has no idea my eyes remain open and locked on to a pair a few feet away. Nicole’s expression hardens and her mouth drops. I assume it’s in anger, but my fucked up, lust filled mind convinces me it’s quite the opposite as she watches me with another woman.
Everyone around us chats away, totally unaware of the tension descending around them. Eventually, I get fed up of Georgia’s scent filling my nose and I lift her from my lap and plonk her in the empty seat next to me before rearranging myself in my shorts. Nicole watches the whole thing.
Letting my head fall back against the edge, I wonder what the hell is happening to me. The girl I’ve never been able to stand has somehow turned into a woman I can’t get out of my head.
The torture of sitting opposite her is soon cut short when one of our customers comes over and starts talking about the surf shack and how he might know the perfect person to run it. My desperation to find a suitable manager for the place has me getting out and following him inside for a drink while he tells me about his niece.
I get lost talking about business, and I soon find myself chatting to a group of guys who’ve never surfed before. Fuck knows how they ended up here tonight if they’re not surfers, but if they’re about to pay for some lessons, I couldn’t care less.
Our conversation is interrupted when chants start up.
“Strip, strip, strip,” comes from the other side of the room, and when I round the corner, my mouth drops open as I take in what’s happening on my dining table.
Nicole is dancing on the solid oak top in her little black bikini as she sings along to Nicki Minaj’sSuper Bass. She may be drunk off her arse but she fucking nails it. Every note is perfect, and when she also raps along without missing a beat, my appreciation only increases. I’m mesmerised as I stand shoulder to shoulder with almost every other guy in my house as she dances in time with the music, her body moving with such grace.
The chants break though my haze and my fists clench at my sides as anger bubbles up within me when I so much as think about her doing what they’re suggesting. I barge my way through the gathered crowd—not that most of them notice. My anger only increases when I find BJ at the front of the crowd, cheering her on. I shoot him a look that has him shutting his mouth immediately, but it doesn’t mean his eyes don’t go straight back to enjoying the show.
“NICOLE,” I shout when I’m beside her, but she’s too engrossed in what she’s doing to hear me.
The song changes toAnacondaand all the guys cheer when she shows no sign of stopping.
“For fuck’s sake, NICOLE,” I try again, and thankfully this time I get her attention. Her brow creases as she gives me a hard stare. If she thinks that’s going to stop me getting her off that fucking table and away from all these drunk, horny guys, she’s got another think coming.
Her dancing continues but it’s clear the alcohol is starting to get the better of her because she’s getting more and more out of time.
I shout once more, gaining her attention again, only this time she falls over her own foot as she turns to glare at me. The crowd gasps as she starts to fall.
I barge a couple of guys out the way as I lunge towards her. There’s no way on this earth I’m letting some other man get their hands on her when she’s vulnerable like this.
I get to her just in time as her body tumbles towards the ground. She falls into my arms and immediately starts wriggling to get away. I hold her to me, tighter than probably necessary, but she’s not getting away, especially if she intends to resume her one-woman show.
I march away from the crowd, trying to ignore their complaints about me taking away the entertainment, and carry her up the stairs towards my bedroom.
We make it up about three steps before she turns her head into my chest and pukes over the both of us.
Fighting the urge to gag at the mixture of alcohol and vomit running down my stomach, I begin to run towards my room. Kicking the door open, I head straight for my en suite before lowering Nicole on to the floor of the shower. Turning it on I take the showerhead and drop it to the floor while it warms up. Grabbing a hairband that Georgia must have left on the basin, I pull Nicole’s rich auburn curls from her shoulders and tie them out of the way. Their fruity scent fills my nose and I can’t help but allow the silky lengths to run through my fingers. I may still take the piss by calling her Ginge, but her childhood orange locks are long gone, replaced by this rich, deep gorgeous shade of red. Once I’m done, I grab the shower and start by washing the puke off my chest and stomach before turning it on her.
She’s slumped in the corner with her head resting against the tiles. Her eyes spring open when the warm water hits her, and I watch as she stares at the tattoo of an angel on my lower leg before slowly running her gaze up to my shorts, finally coming to a rest on my lower stomach, exactly like she did the other morning on the beach. My cock twitches from her obvious interest in my body, and I will it to stay put. I shouldn’t be getting any ideas about Nicole, especially when she’s blind drunk.
“DECLAN,” I hear screamed from the hallway before the door opens. “I’m coming in. You’d better not be doing anything I shouldn’t be seeing,” Lilly warns. “Ben said you disappeared with—” She comes to a stop as she rounds the corner and finds us in the shower. “What happened?”
“She barfed over both of us.”
“What the hell was going on? I heard people talking about her dancing or something.”
“She was up on the dining table.”
“She was what?” Lilly squeals.
“She’s off her face, Lills. Has she even eaten anything?”
“Uh, yeah I’m pretty sure she had a...” she trails off as she thinks back. “No, maybe she didn’t eat it.”
