Page 16 of The Sicilian Princess
Rose
Iwoke up on a bed harder than the one in the motel. A heart rate monitor was on my finger. I moved my left arm to remove it and pulled at the IV stuck in my arm. What the hell happened? I remembered going to the bar and drinking with Eunji. I shook the cobwebs from my mind and realized I was in Doc Brown's clinic. I struggled to sit up when a strong arm helped me. I looked over and saw Nick. He had gotten out of a chair to help me sit up.
"Easy, little thorn," Nick murmured against my cheek. He was so close. I leaned forward a little more, inhaling his musky scent. He smelled like cleaning products, and there was a hint of animal below the surface, which made sense because he had a ranch. It wasn't an unpleasant smell. It was different. He was a workingman, through and through.
"What am I doing here? Did I have another seizure?" It would be the first time I couldn't remember having one. I was a little panicked. If I had too many in a row, I would be hospitalized. Not only would my father find me if that happened, but he would for sure lecture me about how I couldn't even take care of myself on my own. I was so useless.
"No, you drank a ton and Doc wanted to sober you up," Nick barked at me. I peered up at his impassive face. He was mad at me. I hung my head in shame. I'd put my health at risk, and for what? I remembered arriving at Maddox's bar with Eunji and my gaze locked onto Nick's as soon as I stepped in the doorway. He was kissing Amber. There was a stabbing pain in my chest, and I refused to let him approach me. Then, we started drinking. After that, it all got fuzzy.
"I'm sorry for putting my health at risk." I could honestly say I would never do anything that risky ever again.
"It's all right, little thorn. Doc Brown put me in charge of you for the next few days."
The feral grin on Nick's face made me shiver. Not in fear, but in anticipation. He carried me out to his truck after we said a quick goodbye to Doc Brown. I thanked him for taking care of me as Nick whisked me away. He drove like a bat out of hell, headed toward the motel. I figured he would drop me off and be on his way, but he followed me into the room.
"It's midnight, Nick. Shouldn't you be headed home?" I rasped out.
He laughed, and I frowned at him.
"Little thorn, there are two beds. I'm staying here. Haley has already been called. You won't be going to work for a week, but she said you're welcome to come by and eat anytime you want."
I felt my temper raising. I knew he was highhanded, but this took the cake.
Before I could skin him alive, he added, "Doc Brown's orders." That, of course, knocked the wind out of my sails. Doc Brown was invested in my health. I couldn't let him down. Nick pushed the beds together while I was thinking about my health.
"What are you doing?" I nervously bit my bottom lip.
"I'm making sure you'll be sleeping safely. If I'm right next to you, there's no way you could fall off the bed."
I was starting to think Nick had an agenda. There was no way Doc Brown asked him to sleep with me for my health. I hesitated putting my pajamas on. I never expected to sleep with another person, so I wore what made me comfortable. I was prone to getting hot late at night, so I wore boy shorts and a lacy black baby doll. I grabbed them and rushed into the bathroom to change. When I came out, I paused, hoping Nick wouldn't say anything. He turned around as I approached the bed and his gaze raked over me. It was hot and hungry. His stare caused butterflies to take flight in my stomach and my core pulsated in response.
"Little thorn," he groaned. He rubbed a hand over his face and stalked toward me. Nick leaned down and gently draped his lips over mine. "Get in bed." He closed the bathroom door behind himself with a loudthunk.
I released the breath I didn't know I was holding and climbed under the covers. My face flamed as I heard Nick pleasuring himself behind the bathroom door. I wanted to watch him, but I was afraid what would happen if I opened the door. He was a hungry wolf, and I was his prey. I gently caressed my breasts as I listened to him. My hands dipped lower until they were between my thighs. I started to rub in circular motions then inserted two fingers into my mouth and stuck them inside myself slowly. Nick's groaning grew louder, causing me to pant as well. As his moans reached a crescendo, I reached my peak and cried out into the pillow beside me.
When my heart rate slowed down, I realized it was completely silent in the bathroom. Nick opened the door, wearing just a pair of boxers. His strong, muscular chest was on display. I could see the veins straining in his forearm. He glanced over at me and tossed his clothes into a pile by the door. Then he climbed into the bed, facing away from me. Confused, I turned away from him as well and let my eyes slowly close.
"Goodnight, little thorn," he said, his voice a loud boom in the silent room.
"Night, Nick," I croaked and then listened to his heartbeat until I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
I woke hot and sweaty, grinding my pussy against the warm body behind me. Nick was groaning in his sleep, and when I realized what I was doing, I stopped. His large hands were cupping my ass, pulling me flush against his body. My legs were tangled in his and my core was aching.
"What are you—"
Before I could finish my question, Nick interrupted me, "You were rubbing that sweet-smelling pussy all over my thigh, little thorn. I couldn't help but be tempted when you look like a sinful treat." He growled against me. I tried to wiggle away, but he wasn't letting go. Instead, he slowly slid down my body, dragging my boy shorts down with him. He brought them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. I flushed. My face felt like it was on fire.
"Smell so good. So sweet," he mumbled. He stuck his nose right at my entrance and inhaled deeply. I had never known a man who got that intimate that quickly before. I had never known a man who loved the smell of a woman's arousal as much as Nick apparently did. His bumpy tongue lapped at me, and any thoughts I had about smells flew out my mind. I ground myself on his tongue.
Someone was moaning obnoxiously. It was me. I couldn't stop the words coming out of my mouth. Nick's mouth was magical. Then he added a finger inside me. I instinctively clenched down on him, and he nipped my thigh, which caused me to buck off the bed. I was a sopping mess, wetter than I had ever been before. Nick drank me down like I was his favorite beer. He rotated between nipping my clit and lapping up my juices. When he got me to three fingers, my walls started to flutter.
"Give it to me, little thorn. Come all over my fingers." Nick sounded more like a beast than a man. He was grunting and growling out his commands. This was as good for him as it was for me. I let go and came all over him, crying out in ecstasy. "Nick," I cried.
"That's not what you want to call me, little thorn, but we'll change that soon." Nick chuckled against my thigh as I came down from the most intense orgasm I had ever had. "Now it's time for your punishment, my naughty little thorn." Then, unexpectedly, Nick flipped me over and straddled my thighs.
"What are you doing?" I was confused.
"You need to be punished for what you pulled last night. I want you to count." I was about to ask him to elaborate when his hand came down on my ass.
