Page 26 of Nines's Time

“What is it?” I furrow my brow in confusion.

“Not long ago, I was arrested for rape and assault of a minor.”

“Oh my God,” I whisper and shift to face him fully.

Nines is saying he was charged with raping a minor and assaulting this person. Have I been wrong about him? No. I can’t be. I know monsters have a way of hiding behind kindness, but the way he is with me is different. He wouldn’t do something so vile to a woman. Not with how he acts around me. He’s possessive and protective. I saw it in his eyes when I told him about what I’d been through. If he were the type of man to rape someone, he’d have taken advantage of me already. Instead, he’s been nothing but sweet and genuine.

“I didn’t do that shit,” he scoffs, his lip curling in disgust. “Do I look like I need to force myself on a woman?”

“No.” I shake my head at his question. “But beauty doesn’t mean everything.” I swallow nervously, hoping he’ll understand. I stare into his eyes and go on. “However, in the short time I’ve been around you, I don’t think that’s something you would do. I don’t see the monster in you that is in the vile men who do that sort of thing.”

Nines jerks back slightly and stares at me as if I have two heads. “You know, Meadow, you fuckin’ surprise me more every day.”

“I’m surprising myself as well.” I give Nines a small smile and nod. “Go ahead and tell me what happened.”

Nines shakes his head, leans into the back of the couch, puts his feet on the coffee table, and starts talking. He tells me about the arrest and going to jail. About his lawyer doing everything to get the charges dropped, and that one of the cops let them in on the fact it was all bullshit. He doesn’t stop talking until he gets everything out.

When he finishes, he doesn’t look at me, instead, he stares up at the ceiling. I don’t miss the misery on his face. This man has been through hell, and he doesn’t deserve it.

I twist to set my beer on the end table sitting next to the couch and turn back to Nines. I crawl across the short distance and straddle his lap. I’ve never felt so brazen in my life. Not even at the boutique earlier when he had his mouth on me. I grasp both sides of his face and force him to meet my gaze. Staring into the depths of his eyes, I know there’s nothing I can do to take away what he’s dealing with, but I can help him through it, and I want to.

Lowering my head, I lean in and press my lips to his for the first time. Never have I been the one to kiss anyone. It’s always been them who started it, not that anyone had kissed me since Johnny, and that’s something I don’t want to think about.

Nines deepens the kiss, and everything seems to implode around us. My shirt is quickly stripped, along with my bra. Next, I find myself lowered to the couch, and Nines rips his lips from mine to kiss his way down until he’s sucking one nipple in his mouth while massaging the other. I arch my back, wanting more of his touch as his tongue flicks across the bud and he nips at the tight tip.

After a while, Nines switches to my other nipple and continues to massage the one he left.

God, it feels so good.

“Nines,” I moan, cupping the back of his head, and holding him to me.

Nines jerks his head up, his eyes leveling on me. “Want you using my real name, baby. My mouth on you, I want to hear you saying my name. My cock inside you, same thing. I’m not Nines to you, got me?”

I nod, totally okay with what he’s saying. I love his name and have no problem calling him Brick.

“Good,” he says, getting to his feet.

I open my mouth to ask what he’s doing but don’t get the chance. This was due to him scooping me up and tossing me over his shoulder. “Brick,” I gasp when I find myself moving.

“Not fuckin’ you on the couch, baby,” he says, using his fingers to run up the inner part of my thighs. “Maybe the second or third time, but not the first.”

Oh my.

Not even a moment later, I find myself flying through the air and landing with a bounce on a plush mattress. I stare up at Nines and watch as he shrugs his cut off and sets it on the nightstand. His eyes stay locked on mine as he yanks his shirt over his head and toes off his boots. Next, he unbuckles his belt and shoves his jeans down his legs. I’m surprised to find he’s not wearing any boxers.

I’ll have to ask him later if he always goes commando.

Nines steps closer to the bed, grips both my legs, and gently pushes them apart in order for him to move between them.

“I’m gonna enjoy the taste of you again, Buttercup, then after, I’m gonna sink so deep inside you, neither of us will know where one starts and the other ends. You good with that?”

“Yes.” My answer is no more than a breath.

“Good, baby,” he says and bends down to press a kiss to my lips. His hands move up my thighs, and he grips the bottom of my skirt and pulls my skirt and panties at the same time.

“Brick,” I moan as he kisses his way down, driving me nuts with his touch. I didn’t know what to expect, well, somewhat after earlier, but it was nothing like this.

Nines grips my hips and dives in. His mouth latches on, and I instantly gasp due to the sheer pleasure of him devouring me in a way I’ve only ever read about. It doesn’t take long before he has me panting and crying out as my release washes through me. Still, he doesn’t relent in his lashes with the flick of his tongue. Instead, his fingers join in, and everything goes from pleasure to completely mind-blowing as a second orgasm sends waves of uncontrollable desire throughout my body. My entire body tingles at the sensations, and I cry out at the loss of Nines when he moves away.

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