Silent No More (5 page)

I was
kidding…you’re not bothering me.

You didn’t
have to come down to get me.

When I open
the door, I’m still not coming up with you.

GOOD NIGHT,
Nick.

I roll my eyes as I toss my cellphone onto the bed.
A few seconds later, it’s ringing. I’m already halfway to the door so whoever
it is will have to wait. Even though I’m a little annoyed, okay, so that’s a
lie; a wide smile creeps across my face knowing I’m about to see Nick again
tonight.

I open the door without looking through the
peephole since I know it’s him. The door opens and I’m shoved backwards
hard. My smile leaves in an instant.

“What the hell!” I shout as I look up. Luke is
staggering in, slamming the door behind him. He’s obviously drunk off his ass.
Great. Peachy. This is just what I need to end the good night I was having.

“How did you know where I was?” I ask, but I don’t
wait for his response. “You need to get out of here, NOW!” I shout. I’m pissed.
I’ve seen him long enough for one day. What does he not get? We are over. I
hear my phone from behind me ringing again, but I can’t be bothered with it
now. I have to stay and deal with this.

“I told you this wasn’t over! We! Aren’t! Over!” He
grabs both of my shoulders in a vise-like grip while pushing me backwards at
the same time. My calves touch the base of the footboard of the bed. 

“Ow! That hurts!” I may be a decent boxer, but
Luke’s much stronger than I am. I’m pushed down onto the bed and he is quickly
on top of me, straddling me to hold me in place. 

“Get the fuck off me, Lucas!” I shout. I’ve only
ever called him Lucas when I’m pissed. Right now, I’m beyond pissed at him. How
dare he barge into my room like this?

“Allison might be the fuckable kind, but you, my
love, are the marrying kind. Do you hear me, Shannon?” He’s shouting at me.
What the fuck? I’ve never seen him like this. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever
seen him this drunk. He’s usually the sober one when we go out.

I hear the door open and it slams hard against the
wall behind it. A few seconds later, Luke is ripped off me and thrown against
the wall, breaking the glass mirror that is hanging there. I look up and see
Nick standing over him. His eyes are full of rage. I swear I see a trace of red
beneath the blue flames.

A moment later, a larger man enters the room. He’s
dressed in all black and sports a shaved head. He looks intimidating as hell. I
could feel sorry for Luke at this moment if I wasn’t so fucked off with him.  

“Get him the fuck out of my hotel and make sure he
doesn’t return!” Nick orders the man. Nick’s eyes are dark and burning with
fury. I’m more scared of that look than I was when Luke was on top of me.

      
The man
picks Luke up as if he weighs no more than a few pounds and tosses him out the
door into the hall. He turns, looking at Nick. “Yes sir.” It’s all he says, and
then they are both gone. I’m slowly sitting up trying to make sense of what
just happened. Nothing is making sense right now. What the hell just happened
here?

I can feel him looking at me. I bring my hands up
to cover my face as I start to cry. I’m usually not a crier, but everything
over the last two days surfaces all at once, and I can’t stop myself. I’m
balling uncontrollably. I haven’t cried like this in a very long time.

Nick gathers me up into his arms. I put my hands
around his shoulders pressing my face against his neck. I still can’t stop
crying. He doesn’t say anything as he walks out of the room carrying me. I hear
the elevator door open and he steps in. I don’t lift my head, but I know he
enters the code to the penthouse and we are riding up. 

When we exit, he doesn’t set me down on the floor
to open his door. Once he walks through, he kicks it closed behind him. It’s a
loud thud and I jump in his arms.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” His
voice is a soothing balm. Entering his kitchen, he sits me down on the granite
island countertop in the center of the room. The granite is cold, and the room
is dark, since he hasn’t turned the lights on.

Turning on his heels, he goes to the cabinet and
removes a small glass. He fills it with water and brings it back to me. I take
the glass he offers me, taking a small sip. It feels cool and refreshing as I
swallow. It relaxes and calms me a little. I hand it back to him. He places it
in the sink and then returns back in front of me. 

What am I doing here? I don’t know this man, but
for the strangest reason, I want to be here. I feel safe. 

Nick positions himself between my thighs. My tight-fitted
black dress rides up a few inches. We are eye level and he wraps his hands
around my waist, pulling me closer, making my dress ride up another inch or
two. 

Enclosing me in a tight embrace, he whispers, “I’m
sorry. I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone.” He pulls back, looking me over
his eyes more intense than I’ve seen before. He looks like he’s the one in
pain. He turns his face looking away from me. 

Why is he sorry?

“Nick, look at me, please,” I say with concern,
and I cup his face. Why am I doing this? It’s too intimate and we don’t know
each other. But, shit, my hand instinctively reaches out to him.

“You couldn’t have known what was going to happen,
but I’m glad you came when you did. Thank you.” I’m going to fucking kill Luke
if I see him again. Nick looks at my shoulders; both are still red from the
grip Luke had on me.

“I should have. I saw it in his eyes earlier
today. I’ve seen that same look too many times before not to know what it
means.” He moves a hand to my left shoulder and rubs soothingly. His eyes tell
me he is angry. I don’t really understand, and I briefly wonder what he means.
He continues before I have a chance to ask him.

“That’s why I did what I did. That’s the reason I
moved you behind me today.” The rage comes back into his eyes the longer he
stares at the red marks. He really doesn’t like them, so I do the only thing I
can think of to make that look go away. 

I kiss him.

Grabbing his shoulders, pulling him closer to me,
our lips meet for the first time. I must have startled him because he jumps,
but the tension he's holding starts to expel from his body as he starts kissing
me back. His lips are warm and soft against mine. I let my lips part, his
tongue dives into my mouth, intertwining with mine. He bites my lower lip
softly. I’m lost in the sensation. I finally understand what people mean when
they talk about earth-shattering kisses.

Wow…I mean, really, WOW! The man could win a
talent award for this. It’s like he’s drinking me in through his lips and
tongue. He pulls away far too quickly; both of us already breathless, but I
want more. I need more of him. 

“You’ve had a long night and need some sleep,” he
says, his voice husky.

Screw that.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he starts to
back up. Using my calves to pull him back to me causes my dress to ride up
further, revealing a peek of my black silk panties. He looks down, between us,
between my legs. He places his hands on each side of my thighs, touching my
bare skin. It feels incredible. It makes me want him even more.

“Please, don’t stop.” My voice is low and sounds
needy. I can feel the hardness in his pants against my now moist center. It’s
straining against those pants wanting to be released. He wants this too. He
wants me as much as I want him. The anger in his eyes has been replaced with
lust.

“Shannon, we have to stop now, or I’ll never be
able to stop. I don’t have that kind of willpower. I’ve wanted you for far too
fucking long.” He rubs his thumbs over my heated skin.

“Don’t make me beg,” I whisper. I want this more
than anything I’ve ever wanted. I can’t explain, and to be honest, I don’t give
a shit at this point. I want to be filled and I will beg him if I have to. I
need him inside me. There is an ache between my legs that needs the relief only
he can provide me.

He looks at me through dark, hooded eyes. “Oh,
baby,” he says as he lifts me onto his waist, pulling me into a deep kiss.
While holding me up with one hand under my butt and the other at the small of
my back, he walks us out of the kitchen. As he’s walking through the living
area, his hand moves up my back, finding my zipper, pulling it down to its end.

I’m unbuttoning his dress shirt at a rapid pace.
Damn buttons. As we reach the door to the bedroom, he doesn’t take his mouth
from mine and he doesn’t move his hands. He kicks the door open and takes us through.
I think I hear the sound of wood breaking, as the door swings open, hitting the
wall behind it.

When he nears the bed he stops and I unwrap my
legs as he slowly stands me up, breaking our kissing session. I’m looking up at
him again as I pull the bottom of his shirt out of his pants, sliding it off
his shoulders. It falls somewhere on the ground, but he doesn’t care. As I grab
for his belt, he reaches for my hand, stopping my progress. I glance up
confused. 

“Baby, slow down; I plan on enjoying every moment
of this, every fucking inch of you. I’ve waited too long to rush to the finish
line now,” he says as he pushes my dress down slowly so it pools on the floor.
I step out of it.

“What do you mean you’ve waited too long? We’ve
only known each other a little over twenty-four hours. That’s the second time
you’ve said that tonight,” I say as I stand on my tiptoes kissing his neck. At
the same time, going back to undoing the buckle on his belt, tugging it out of
his pants. 

I, on the other hand, am in a bit of a rush. This
is completely out of character for me. If I give myself too long to think about
this, I may end it, and right now, that is the last thing I want to do. I’m
still curious though.

I place my heels back on the ground and look up at
him waiting for an answer. He drops to his knees in front of me; his hands on
my hips. He looks up at me when he responds. 

“Six months. I’ve wanted you for six long fucking
months. The first time I saw you I knew I had to have you.” He starts to trail
kisses all over my stomach.

Huh?

His lips feel so good against my skin.

“Where did you see me? Here at
The Cove
?” I ask as he starts
lowering each stocking, one at time. I don’t want to ruin the mood, but I need
to know this. Why has he never said anything to me? Why have I never seen him?
I would remember meeting Nick.

Right?

I should probably be creeped out by him admitting
he’s been watching me for six months, but I’m not.

“No, my office.” He starts kissing the top of my
left thigh, moving up to my hipbone, and then across my belly.

I wrack my brain trying to think where, but I’ve
been in lots of offices in the last six months. Now, he’s kissing down the
other side until he reaches my right thigh. I lose my train of thought. Those
damn lips of his. I run my finger through his hair. His hair is soft and feels
like silk gliding through my fingers. I tug softly.

“Woman, you are going to be the fucking end of
me,” he says, hooking his thumbs into my panties, pulling them down. I step out
and he tosses them off to the side.

He stands and I pop the button on his pants open,
sliding the zipper down. I push his pants to the floor. They pool around his
ankles, he steps out of them while pulling me closer to him. 

I take a moment to eye him from top to bottom. He
has an array of tattoos I didn’t expect. From the top of his right shoulder all
the way down to his forearm, there is a wide chain cutting through flesh
wrapped around. It almost looks like it’s holding him back, but from what I do
not know. His left arm has even more ink. It’s almost a whole sleeve starting
from his shoulder and stopping right past his elbow. There is small black script
written across his left rib cage that says, ‘What’s past is prologue’. If this
was any other scenario, I might laugh at the William Shakespeare quote, but
it’s not, so I move my eyes along to take in the rest of him. His torso is hard
and muscular. His muscles ripple down his stomach. He has that ever-so-glorious
“V” shape going down into his boxer shorts that turns a woman’s mind to mush.
There is more ink peeping out. It’s colorful and I can’t wait to see it. Nick
reminds me of a beautiful piece of artwork standing before me.

His lips come down, landing on my neck and
blocking my view of the rest of his body. I lean my head back to give him
better access. My back arches, bowing into him for a second time tonight. He has
one hand on my butt and the other covering the back of my bra. Nick unhooks my strapless
bra and tosses it to the side. Moving his hand from the center of my back up to
the back of my neck, they then find their way into my hair. His hair tugging is
slightly more aggressive than when I did it to him, but I like it. He moves his
lips to my collarbone, continuing kissing my skin, tasting me, as if he can’t
get enough. He tightens his hold on my hair, forcing my head further back and I
bite down on my bottom lip.

This…him…it feels incredible.

He releases my hair, pushing me backwards until I
feel the bed touch the back of my calves. I sit on the mattress looking down at
his boxer briefs. The bulge he had earlier has increased in size. My eyes widen
as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband pushing them down. His cock springs
free and it’s large. Larger than any other I’ve ever taken. Not that I’ve taken
a lot. I’ve only been with two other men sexually, one of which I don’t ever
want to think about. Especially right now.