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“Correct. I will die,” I reiterated.
“Well, I don’t want that on my conscience,” he returned, setting the guitar on the floor before he slowly paced towards me.
“No. Not when you can so easily save my life,” I said, leaning back as he straddled my waist. I lifted a hand to his nape, pressing gently until I got my wish when his lips landed on mine.
And I kissed him, this gorgeous, breathtaking boy who looked like a dream with an innocence that was nothing but deception, who played guitar like a professional, who sang like a dark and husky angel but who turned into a wildcat when he was in my bed.
Where had he come from?
CHAPTER 21
ajay
Nick’s friends showed up at the house just in time to rain on my parade. It was late in the afternoon and Nick had just lowered himself to his knees after taunting and teasing me for the past half an hour. I was wired and kind of mindless by the time the sound of the backdoor opening ended our little afternoon delight.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I groaned, banging my head back against the wall which was the only thing still holding me up as Rob’s loudhellomarked time out. Of course Nick had the kind of friends who would just come on in. Forget about knocking.
“Ah,” Nick murmured, hands tightening around my thighs. “Impeccable timing.”
“Easy for you to say,” I grumbled. Nick just laughed, pecked a soft kiss to my aching tip and pulled my shorts back up my legs.
“I’ll take care of this later,” he promised, palming me to illustrate what he meant. Or maybe to just prolong my torture. I couldn’t always tell with Nick.
“Go play with your friends then,” I grumped.
“You are adorable when you’re grumpy,” Nick grinned at me, blue eyes alight with laughter.
I watched him leave, my head knocked back against the wall in his bedroom. The room we had barely left for the past few days as I’d all but moved in. I knew I had no true grounds to complain about being left in this state. Nick had been … most attentive to me. A few times already this morning in fact.
It was actually kind of surprising we hadn’t seen Rob and Mateo since I had found my way into Nick’s bedroom. Those three seemed to live their lives around each other so I could hardly protest about them rocking up the way they had been doing most days since I’d been in Esperance.
I looked down at my naked chest and the shorts that Nick had left hanging open. I was a little sweaty and gross so I headed down the hallway to the bathroom for a shower. It felt weird to be showering on my own. I’d gotten used to having Nick’s naked body pressed up on me the last few days.
Which made me think that this thing between us might have gotten a little out of control already. Maybe it would do us some good to have another couple of people around so I didn’t feel like jumping him every time he looked at me. And I was a little sore back there if I was being totally honest.
Not that it would stop me from taking what I wanted. Hopefully later again tonight after the boys left.
The only problem with that half-baked plan was that Rob and Mateo didn’t leave. I found the three of them heavily invested in a game of Call of Duty when I came downstairs later on, Nick’s eyes laser focused on the TV screen.
I’d had no problem fitting in with this little group in the past couple of weeks but I felt myself on the outer as I took the vacant spot beside Rob. My mum had bought me a Nintendo Switch when I was fourteen and I had loved playing games with my friends. But I’d never played this game before and Dane had always turned his nose up at gaming. So it had been a while.
Nick’s eyes flicked to me and we shared a quick smile before he looked back at the game.
“Concentrate, Nick,” Mateo admonished, making me hold back a grin.
“You ever played, Ajay?” Nick asked, eyes still on the game.
“Not Call of Duty.”
“You want to have a go?” he asked, holding my eye as the other two continued battling it out on the screen.
“Just finish the overmatch first,” Mateo scowled. “We’ve nearly won.”
“You’re losing your experience points, dude,” Rob added. Nick just smirked at me before returning his attention to the game and I watched the screen with half an eye, the other on Nick as he battled out with the other guys to finish the match.
“Yes!” Mateo called, the most animated I had literally ever seen the guy as the three of them took down the final man. He was right up alongside Nick, thighs and shoulders all but touching. I tried not to feel jealous, honestly I did, but they shared these matching big smiles when the game was won and Mateo knocked Nick’s shoulder with his and I lost my battle.
Apparently, Call of Duty was quite a big thing for these guys and although Nick patiently walked me through the game, I knew I was holding back the other two in the multiplayer challenges. So I gave him back the controller and just watched even though he offered to share several more times.
