Nico's Cruse (9 page)

Dreaming of her made his heart hurt but he didn’t want to
wake up to his empty bed so he squeezed his eyes shut, even in sleep, so he
didn’t lose her.

He dreamed of her often but this dream was just different.
It wasn’t through the laptop, he already knew he wasn’t in her room, she was in
his. In his bed.

He’d always wanted to fuck her in his bed, then make love to
her and seduce every inch of her again and again. Sleeping naked was something
he always did so he reached for her but she batted him away. Her giggle
lightened his heart but then it stuttered to a halt as she moved down his
chest, beneath the covers and her wet mouth slid over the head of his cock.

Her cool fingers clasped the shaft of his dick, squeezing
him just like he’d taught her.

He palmed the back of her head, trying hard to let her set
the pace, but in his dream he always took over. Partially because it was just
what he did and partly because he knew that’s what she needed to get off. His
control, his ownership. His love.

His hips moved on their own, fucking her pretty mouth as she
sucked on him. Nothing made him harder than feeling her throat working against
the head of his dick. She breathed around his cock when he pulled away, and
then he worked it in farther.

Each time giving her more, knowing she loved it, knowing she
loved him.

His balls sucked up tight to his body, signaling his need to
come but he wasn’t done with her yet—not ever.

He threw off the covers, dragging her up to him by the hair.
His cock popped out of her mouth with an audible pop and in the next instant he
had her body trapped beneath him, his hips spreading her thighs wide and he
worked himself inside the tight clasp of her body.

He clutched at one of her breasts, gliding over her smooth
skin, and he licked her nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he plumped it with
his hand. He kissed and nipped across her chest, over to her other nipple which
stood proud and hard, waiting for it. He loved it, suckling her flesh, leaving
scruff burns on her creamy skin, wanting them to stay forever. He breathed in
the scent of her, licking up her throat, working his shaft into her wet cunt.

No condom.

He’d never had sex without a condom, except in his dreams
but somehow it was different. The sensations floored him, sinking inside him,
pushing him toward an orgasm the likes he’d never had before.

She had to come with him. This time was just for them and it
had to be perfect.

He moved his hips in a rhythm she couldn’t ignore. Her
dream-like voice taunted him as she whispered next to his ear, telling him
things he’d never even wished for.

“You’re not alone.”

“I’m never leaving.”

“I love you.”

She clawed at his back, his ass, pulling him into her body
faster, harder.

Her need ramped his up even higher and the Dom inside him
roared to the forefront.

He grabbed her wrists, trapping them above her head, then
got up on his knees, using his free hand to yank her ass up onto his thighs.

She crossed her ankles behind him, squeezing him, and he
growled at her.

He opened his eyes and there she was. His Rose, beneath him,
taking him, loving him, the entire time she stared up at him with nothing but
acceptance in her gaze.

His orgasm shot out the tip of his cock before he could stop
it. He clenched his teeth, fucking her hard and fast, trapping her clit between
his fingers. “Come with me,” he ordered, rubbing her clit with the pad of his
thumb. “One last time, come with me.”

He buried his cock inside her as she started to come.

She shook beneath him, her pussy trapping his cock inside
her body as she yelled, “Don’t stop, Sir. I feel you coming inside me. It’s—
Oh, God.”

Pumping his shaft inside her, sliding in their mingled
wetness was more than he could handle. He shot his load inside her, leaning
over, tapping his fingertip on her clit so he could kiss her.

She sucked his tongue into her mouth, kissing him with a
passion he’d wanted his whole life.

Her pussy milked every last drop out of his junk as they
kissed.

A dream had never been so real before, he was glad it was
her he felt it with. He’d already decided he wasn’t going to use the
Crossroads
site anymore. He’d almost deleted his profile as soon as he disconnected
from Rose the night before. Especially after she begged him to get on again and
her texts nearly broke his resolve. He heard them in her voice. She was
heartbroken, just like him.

But he couldn’t delete it. Not yet.

He kissed his dream Rose one last time and rolled over with
her so he could fall back asleep with her slight weight on his chest.

He held her close and she kissed his shoulder and his neck,
peppering his lips with attention.

She moved to disappear and he wanted to wrap his arms around
her tight and beg her to stay, but he knew that would just make it harder for him
in the end.

A saying he’d heard his parents say all of his life echoed
in his head. “If you love something you have to let it go.” He’d never
understood it before that moment.

But as she knelt above him, sliding away from him, he
understood. A tear slid from the corner of his eye when he squeezed them shut.
He sat up on the edge of the bed, glancing around the room like a total fool.
It had felt so real he almost expected her to be there, on her knees, waiting
for him to command her pleasure again.

He shook his head as he stood on shaky legs. His still
half-hard cock seemed to glisten in the light coming from the bathroom.

The bathroom?

He hadn’t left the light on. He’d crawled in bed right after
shutting the lid on the laptop and turning his phone off.

The laptop lid was definitely closed as he glanced over at
it.

What’s that sound?

It almost sounded like water…cutting off? He took the last
few steps to the bathroom in about half a nano-second, wrenching open the door.

“Holy shit,” came from someone who looked and sounded just
like Rose. “You scared me.”

She stood there naked, beautiful in the archway of the
bathroom, holding a wet washcloth.

“I cleaned myself off but I didn’t think I could carry you
to the bathroom.”

He couldn’t move, didn’t speak, his brain waves took a nose
dive as he stared at her from head to toe.

“I, uhh, got a warm washcloth and was going to clean you up
in bed.” She held it up, smiling shyly, reminding him of a pixie or an angel.

His angel.

“We didn’t use anything so we got a bit wet when I surprised
you.”

He took a menacing step forward and she retreated. He
stalked her until her back smacked the bathroom wall, and the wet cloth hit the
floor with a fleshy flop by her foot.

“You’re here?” He traced the tip of a finger along her jaw,
down her throat and along her chest. His hand shook.

Her skin flushed like it always did when he touched her and
he cupped her breast. Her hand came up and held his palm to her, and her heart
beat against his palm.

“Yes.”

With no warning he picked her up under her ass and she
automatically latched on with her arms behind his neck and her legs around his
waist.

He shoved his cock, which had gotten rock hard the moment he
saw her, inside her slick sheath. She gasped, arching away from him as he
plowed into what had to be her sore pussy.

“How?” he growled as he pumped away inside her.

“My. Cat. Had. The. Key,” she answered back in between each
stroke.

He fucked her, riding her body hard but he couldn’t help
himself. It couldn’t have been too bad for her because she begged as she
brought his mouth to hers. “Can I come, Sir? Please…”

Her words whispered across his lips as another orgasm
streaked down his spine and out the head of his sensitive cock. “Come,” he
ordered, then kissed her breathless.

Licking across her lips he tasted her as she came on his
cock for the second time in less than a half an hour.

Her sighs of pleasure entered his body, and he groaned as
her pussy tightened around his shaft. She held him tight when he finally
released her mouth, and her head fell against the wall of the bathroom he still
had her pinned against.

Her dreamlike smile was like a slap across the face. He
wanted to punch the wall, he wanted to scream at her, and at the witch, and beg
them both for Rose’s safe return to her apartment.

Instead he carried her into the shower, holding her close
while he waited for the water to warm up.

He bathed her, soaping up her body, washing her hair with
shampoo that hadn’t ever been there before.

Panic welled inside him as he finished with her and rinsed
off quickly.

His hands continued to shake as he wrapped a towel around
his waist, then he dried her, being very careful with her tender bits he
already wanted to take again.

He tried to ignore her scared glances but he caught them
all. He left her standing in the bathroom and he stepped into the bedroom so he
could grab the laptop. He put it on the bed and booted it up, catching sight of
Rose from the corner of his eye, wrapping a towel around her body as she stood
in the doorway to the bathroom.

“What did you do?” he asked as calmly as he could muster.

“I came to let you go. There’s nothing for me back there—”

“You closed the laptop, Rose.” He pulled up his browser,
logged into
Crossroads
and her icon was expectantly dark. “It breaks the
connection. Since you’re not there anymore you can’t answer if I call you
because you can’t get me the password. You severed the only link we had to
getting you home.”

He hit the connect button, knowing it wouldn’t do any good,
then he clutched the top rail on his footboard.

“I know,” she said in a soft voice.

“What the fuck do you mean you know?” His fear and rage
exploded out of him as he stood and faced her. “I wouldn’t wish this on my
enemy, much less the woman I love.”

Tears fill her eyes and he grabbed a handful of his hair,
feeling like a total and complete ass for being a jerk and yelling at her.

He paced in front of the bed, listening to the white noise
of the video chat dialer whirling away beside him. He wondered what in the
world he could give the witch so she would send Rose home. He’d give up his
week, which he was already going to do. He’d give up his phone, the laptop,
everything connecting him to the outside world. If that’s what it took, he’d
give up his very life for her.

Laughter yanked him out of his inner panic attack.

Rose had her arms wrapped around her middle, laughing her
ass off.

“What in the hell are you laughing at?”

She tried to cut it off, but she just couldn’t. Snickers
kept popping out as she tried to explain. “Not exactly the way I thought my
first declaration of love would come out.”

He stared at her, having no clue what she was talking about.
“Huh?”

She went to him, hugging him tight. “You just told me you
loved me, while cursing at me.”

“Oh, that.” He hugged her tight, placing his cheek on her
head. “Of course I love you, but—”

“Nope, no buts. I love you, too. That’s all that matters.”

“But it’s not. You work—”

“From my apartment just like you work from here. Phone, text
and email works obviously, so I could still work, write my books. I’ll figure
it out.”

“Would you listen to yourself? You’re willing to give up
everything. Everything—”

“I’ll still have a roof over my head, food, and a way to
make a living. Which is more than some people have and you know it.”

Exasperation bled off him in waves and he stepped away to
pace some more. “What about sex? Every year you would only have a taste of what
you could have.”

“Don’t want it.” She shook her head as if to emphasize her
point. “After being with you, falling for you, I don’t want anyone else, Nico.
It’s you or nothing for me, I’m afraid.”

“Be reasonable.”

“I could say the same.”

“What you want to do isn’t reasonable, it’s ridiculous.” The
video connection timed out and he hit it again, not knowing what else to do. “I
won’t let you do this. I—” Between one blink and the next, Rose’s bedroom
popped up on his laptop screen. It answered somehow with no password. “It’s
open.”

She moved slowly to stand next to him. Both of them were completely
silent, terrified to speak and ruin the connection. He was mortified to think
he was going to disappear and leave her stranded.

He put his hand through the screen, snatching it back out,
terrified he’d get stuck and be taken from her forever.

A bucket of adrenaline hit his bloodstream as she tucked her
small hand in his.

Rose smiled at him, trying to be brave. “I think this is
your stop, Nico.”

“Oh, hell no. I’m not leaving you here stranded.” He reached
up to close the laptop lid but she snagged it off the bed before he could get
to it.

“This may be your only chance. You’re not blowing it.” She
walked around the bed, keeping her front to him.

She genuinely smiled when she saw something on screen.

“What is it? Let me see.”

She set the laptop on the bed again close to the pillows and
swiveled it around so they could both see.

Her pure white cat walked in and out of view on her bed
several time and his jaw dropped. “How long have you had your cat?”

“A few weeks. Why? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He backed up until he hit the dresser. “That’s Priscilla’s
cat. It was always around when I was with her for that week. Did you get it
before we started talking?”

“Priscilla…you mean the witch?”

“Yes. When did you get the cat?”

“Umm…a little while before I met you? I found her at the
pound several weeks ago. She was filthy but beautiful somehow. She meowed at me
and I just knew I had to take her home. I found the site and got signed up just
a few days after that. Something just told me it was the site I needed to use.”
Her voice trailed off at the end putting two and two together.