Naughty Nicks (11 page)

Epilogue

Kim knelt down in front of the box of decorations and tried to sort out the useful from the tacky. Blake had promised her he’d be back before now so he could help, but clearly the problem at the office wasn’t as straightforward as he’d originally thought. The DVD would stay paused until his return—because
The Ref
wasn’t the same without him—and she needed another task to occupy her time.

The past year had been amazing. After Blake’s strip tease they’d agreed to give the dating thing a solid go. She could have slapped him for making her wait so long to be with him. She couldn’t be happier and for the first time since she’d met him, Blake looked relaxed and at peace with the world. Now December was upon them and Naughty Nicks was back in action.

She reached into the box and pulled out an old wooden ornament that looked as though it was older than both she and Blake put together. It was probably some family heirloom, which meant it would need to be put up, even if the garbage can was a better location. She’d just set it down on the floor when the door to Blake’s house opened.

“Hey,” she said and turned back to the box. “I got bored so I started sorting your Christmas stuff. You need new shit.”

When Blake didn’t respond, she turned back around. He was still wearing his winter coat and outdoor shoes. His frown was far deeper than she’d seen it in a long while and he looked almost sick.

“Are you okay?” Pushing herself up, she padded over to him, the sound of her bare feet swallowed up by the carpet. “You look like shit.” She didn’t get the chance to move before Blake let his coat fall to the floor and scooped her up into his arms as he belatedly kicked off his shoes and marched them both toward the kitchen counter. Kim held on for dear life, until she was deposited onto the surface. Then she simply watched as he fumbled with the fly of his pants.

“Bad day at the office?”

He didn’t stop, but looked into her eyes and simply said, “Please.”

If there was one thing she’d come to realize in the year that they’d been dating, it was that she couldn’t say no to Blake.

It took less than a second to pull her shirt off and send it flying through the air. Her bra was a bit slower coming off—easily three seconds—though it followed the same trajectory as her shirt. While she was busy stripping, Blake had shoved down his pants and briefs, leaving him deliciously naked from the waist down.

“Lift up.” He was tugging on her pants before she complied, somehow managing them halfway down her hips without her help.

Kim lifted herself up by her arms, holding the pose while he stripped her yoga pants and panties down her legs. With one foot now free, the clothing hung around her ankle, a mere footnote in the proceedings. Seeing who could come first was currently the main event.

Blake’s cock pressed against the inside of her thigh as he scooted her closer to the edge of the counter. They’d already agreed to go for testing in the New Year to make sure they were both clean so they could forego the need for condoms. As his precome smeared against her skin, Kim really wished they could have done the test already. A year ago wouldn’t have been too soon. She wanted to feel his naked skin inside her, wanted his come to fill her up. She was clean, and she had no doubt Blake was also...

When he cursed and started to pull away from her, no doubt with the intention of heading to the bedroom for provisions, Kim stopped him with a hand to his shoulder.

“I’m on the pill.”

He blinked in an adorable owl-like fashion.

“You’re the only person I’ve had sex with in over a year. I’ve always used protection and I’m on the pill.”

Blake hesitated, but he didn’t pull away. “I’d gotten tested after Megs left, because of her cheating. I know I’m clean, but I wanted to prove it to you.”

God he was adorable. “How many people have you slept with since she left?”

“Just you.”

Whoa.
“Really? There were three years there you were single. You didn’t fuck around with anyone?”

“Nope. Just wasn’t something I was interested in. My hand and Internet porn had less baggage.”

His cock was starting to flag, not something she wanted to see. “I think it’s time you left that baggage behind. I love you and I trust you. I’m tired of her being between us. Make love to me, right here, right now.”

Blake held her gaze, even as he shifted forward and slowly pushed his cock inside. Kim shivered but refused to break eye contact with him. There was something about his intensity, his unspoken possessiveness that had her pussy wet and her nipples hard. Each time was more thrilling, more arousing than the last. Even comfort sex, or lazy sex became passionate in a way she’d never thought possible.

This time she nearly came when he pressed against her clit, his T-shirt against her skin. His bare cock stretched and filled her, giving her a sense of rightness. They’d come so far in the past year and she knew things would only get better as time went on.

Blake started thrusting into her with short, gentle strokes. She savored each thrust, loving the feeling of nothing between them—no latex, no Megs, nothing—just Naughty Nick and his little elf. He lowered his head and somehow managed to catch her nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing the hardened peak. She loved the feel of his teeth against her barbells, the vibrations that would shoot through her and somehow make their way to her pussy. The entire time he didn’t miss a beat, his thrusts continuing smooth and steady into her.

Well. She couldn’t have that.

On his next thrust in, Kim tightened her muscles around his cock, relishing the moan that slipped from him as she did. He increased his rhythm and leaned in to kiss her.

Fuck, he really was an excellent kisser.

With her eyes closed, she stopped trying to hold back and let her body take over. Sweat covered her skin, making her slick where their bodies touched. She wrapped her legs around his waist, changing the angle so he was pressing in as far as he could. Blake groaned and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He lapped at her skin, his soft tongue teasing her, tasting her.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Hot.” He nipped down on her neck. “Mine.”

Kim squeezed her already shut eyes, as her orgasm threatened to spill. “Harder.”

Blake shifted his grip from her hips to around her waist, pressing her further onto the counter so they were both at an awkward angle. It should have been painful, unsexy, but it was the best thing they’d ever done. He pounded into her until she couldn’t focus on anything else. Nothing but him and this moment, together in his kitchen at Christmas.

When he sucked on her earlobe, the dam inside her broke and Kim moaned long and low as her orgasm exploded. She’d come hard before, to the point of nearly passing out. This was different—as though waves had crashed onto the beach, receding for a brief moment before cresting and crashing once more. The pleasure kept going until Blake squeezed his arms around her and moaned as well. His hot come filled her pussy for the first time, and the weight of the moment wasn’t lost on her, even in her sex haze.

They both stilled at nearly the same time. Blake’s hot breath came in short, staggered bursts against her neck. If it wasn’t for the fact they were on the kitchen counter, she could have gone to sleep like this, wrapped in his arms. It wouldn’t have been the first time for that.

“I saw Megs today.”

The proverbial bucket of cold water splashed over her. “What?”

Blake didn’t move, didn’t pull back to look her in the eye. “I was at the mall getting you a present when I ran into her. She’s single.”

Fuck. Fuckity fuck. “How is she?”

“Still a bitch. She wanted to go on a date with me. For old times’ sake.”

“What did you tell her?”

“That my girlfriend would probably punch her in the throat if we did that.”

Kim burst out laughing. “I bet that went over well.”

“Actually, it didn’t faze her.” He finally pulled back, abandoning her while he reached for his pants. “Believe it or not, she tried to tell me that it didn’t matter. That she and I had more history than any new woman in my life did.”

The warm-fuzzy she’d felt from the amazing orgasm quickly ebbed away. “That’s kind of true.”

Blake ignored her. “It wasn’t until I showed her this that she shut the fuck up.”

Kim’s question died on her lips when she saw the little black box. The jewelry store logo was one she’d seen a gazillion times on television over the years. Her mother always referred to it as
the nice
,
expensive place.
“What’s in the box, Blake?”

“A present for my favorite girl. I was going to wait until Christmas morning, but after seeing Megs today, I didn’t want to wait. She’s my past and I plan to keep her there forever. You’re my future.” The hinges on the little box creaked as he pulled it open. “I love you, Kim. Wanna get hitched to your Naughty Nick, little elf?”

“Oh hell yes!” She didn’t even look at the ring, instead taking him by the face and kissing him long and hard. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Blake chuckled as he tried to pull the ring free. “You’re making this difficult.”

“Don’t care.” She kissed his nose.

“I want to put it on your finger.”

“Soon. Busy.”

“I promise we can make love on the bed if you’ll...just...let me do this...”

Kim stopped long enough to feel the weight of the gold and diamond ring slide home. It was the most beautiful thing she’d seen. But it paled compared to how happy Blake had made her. Looking into his eyes, she grinned. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I guess this means I get to find out myself.”

“About what?”

“About what is better, a destination wedding or one at home.”

Blake smiled. “I don’t care where we get married. As long as I’m with you.”

“Corny.” She leaned in and wrapped her body around his. “Take me to bed.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s Mrs. Naughty Nick to you, sir.”

Long after they’d made love again, when Blake was sound asleep beside her, Kim looked at the ring. It was only then that she noticed the inscription on the inside of the band.

Love Always.
Naughty Nick.

* * * * *

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