Tyler, Lynn - Be With Us (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

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Nick closed his eyes and ran his hands down Lindsay’s spine as she relaxed into him. He hadn’t meant to take things this far, but it had been all he could do to keep his dick in his briefs when he’d felt the scalding-hot cream of Lindsay’s orgasm soak through both of their underwear. He had ended up coming in his shorts instead, something he hadn’t done since he was sixteen. Liam would have a heyday when he found out. And he would find out because there was no fucking way he could keep how damn hot Lindsay was to himself.

The cooling mess between his legs spurred him to action. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get cleaned up.” He chuckled when all she did was murmur a sleepy protest and cuddle closer like a drowsy kitten. As much as he loved cuddling with this particular kitten, he didn’t relish the idea of peeling off his underwear once his spunk had dried.

Gently lifting her off him, he bundled her in a blanket that had been draped across the back of the couch and settled her against the cushions. “You just sit tight, kitten. Let me take care of things.”

Nick wandered to the back of the apartment toward the bedroom and bathroom. A quick stop in the bedroom to gather a silk robe and a trip to the bathroom for a warm, wet cloth provided everything he needed.

Lindsay was still sitting in the same position when he got back, her head leaning against the couch and a sleepy little grin curving her lips. A jolt of satisfaction shot through him. He loved the knowledge that he had put that satisfied smile on her mouth. It was as good as the look on Liam’s face when Nick completely fucked him out.

She sat docilely as Nick unwound the blanket from around her shoulders but jumped when he stripped off her sodden panties. “Relax,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her. “I’m just going to clean both of us up.”

The sweet scent of feminine arousal and the creamy proof of her climax clung to the lace, and he dropped them on the floor before he could stuff them in his pocket. That would look too weird. Instead, he lifted the cloth between her legs and began cleaning her gently. He started with her thighs, laying soft kisses on the inside of each thigh between strokes. Moving slowly, he stroked one cloth-covered finger over her puffy labia, marveling at how pink she was. How perfect she was. He continued his ministrations carefully, only looking up when a tiny moan sounded from above. “Sensitive?”

“Yes,” she said tightly, her eyes closing.

“Good sensitive or bad?” Nick asked, fervently hoping it was the former.

“Good…oh…very good,” she gasped. “Ooohhh, you’d better stop.”

The nub of her clit flexed once and promptly swelled from under its hood, totally at odds with her words. “Your pretty little clit doesn’t think I should stop.”

The nubbin twitched again, and Nick imagined that it was begging, pleading for his attention. He used his fingers to part her lips and gazed at her, smiling when she spoke up. “Yes, well, my clitoris is not the boss. And I really need to get some sleep.”

The defiant tone of her voice turned Nick on immensely. He loved a challenge. “But if I stop now, you’ll be too turned on to sleep. Let me take care of you.” Glancing up at her again, Nick plowed straight on. “If I fingered you right now, would it be uncomfortable or could you come?”

Lindsay blushed to the roots of her hair but tilted her head rebelliously. He almost stopped when he didn’t get an answer. Would have stopped. Except she let her legs fall apart a little more, inviting him to take what he wanted. “Fuck, kitten, that’s a beautiful sight.”

He used the fingers of his left hand to keep her lips apart, fully exposing the bud of her clit. Using just the tip of his right index finger, he pulled the hood down over the obviously responsive knot of nerves and massaged her slowly.

Even though Nick had just come, and come hard at that, his dick rose to the occasion. He pulled the waistband of his briefs over his erection and under his balls to relieve some of the discomfort. His prick slapped against his belly, weeping pre-cum steadily. But this was for Lindsay.

Motivated only by the thought of making her feel good, he sped up the grind of his finger and rubbed her harder. He glanced up the length of her body, and his dick jumped at the sight. Lindsay’s head was thrown back, her hair spread out down and around her shoulders. The back of her hand was pressed against her mouth, the other fisted in the blanket. “Come for me, Lindsay,” he ordered. “Now!”

Lindsay’s body obeyed, and she pushed her hips up into his hand before freezing. Nick pressed harder and was rewarded by the feel of her bud throbbing and pulsing against his fingertip.

Nick’s balls ached, and an orgasm was literally poised at the tip of his rock-hard erection. All it would take was one stroke of his hand and he would be spurting again, but he ignored his body’s demands and rubbed Lindsay’s thighs soothingly, helping her back to reality gently.

Lindsay’s body went slack suddenly, pleasured into exhaustion. He stood up, shedding his wet underwear, and lifted her into his arms. Carrying her to the bedroom, he laid her down, removed her bra, heels and stockings, and tucked the sheets around her.

Glancing at the digital clock beside her bed, he was surprised to see that it was almost four in the morning. He didn’t have a key to lock the deadbolt behind him, and whether she knew it or not, she had become their woman and there was no damned way he would leave her without the basic protection of a deadbolt. Speaking of which, he would have to look into getting a security system set up.

Since there was no way he would leave without locking the door and since he couldn’t stand the thought of waking her, he would spend the night. And since she hadn’t invited him to sleep in her bed, the couch would have to do. Liam got off his shift at seven, just a few hours from now. Nick would sleep for a couple of hours then wake Lindsay up before he went home to spend a rare free Saturday with his partner.

Foregoing his messy briefs, Nick pulled on his pants, plopped onto the couch, and closed his eyes, idly imagining Lindsay’s sleepy, warm body cuddled between himself and Liam.

He shifted in an attempt to get more comfortable and the fantasy shifted from her just being between them to Lindsay between them on their large California king mattress. The couch was a full foot shorter than his six-plus-foot frame and was lumpy as hell.

After thirty frustrating minutes of trying to get comfortable, he gave up and sat up.

A stack of DVDs caught his eye, and he wandered over to inspect her collection, utterly delighted with what he found. Foreign films, the kind Liam loved so much, were interspersed with Hollywood blockbusters. Cheesy horror flicks, ’80s cult classics, chick flicks, hell, even a few of Don Cherry’s
Rock ’Em, Sock ’Em
videos were mixed in there.

Nick felt a grin break out across his face when he caught sight of a flick he hadn’t seen in years. In fact, nobody outside of Canada had probably ever seen it.
Strange Brew
was definitely a Canadian classic. He popped it in and settled down to watch two hours of Bob and Doug McKenzie trying to save Kitchener-Waterloo’s Oktoberfest.

Chapter 6

By the time the movie ended, it was close to seven and Nick had to suppress the strange urge to phone Liam purely to call him a hoser. Ah, SCTV at its finest. Liam never had understood how damn funny SCTV was, and he was glad to finally have someone to share it with.

He crept into Lindsay’s room and kissed her awake. “Do you have to work today?”

Lindsay buried her face farther into the pillow and flopped onto her belly, arms and legs akimbo. Nick chuckled and crawled into the small strip of bed she had left for him. He and Liam would have to get a bigger bed if she usually slept like this.

Her back arched, and she practically purred when he dropped a string of tiny, openmouthed kisses up the column of her spine and across her shoulders. “Wakey, wakey, kitten. Do you have to work today? It’s Saturday.” He nuzzled into her neck, covering her back lightly with his bare chest.

“Ummm, yes. I need to be in at noon.” Lindsay rolled over slowly, smiling groggily at Nick. “Did I kick you in my sleep?”

“Restless sleeper, are you? No, I slept on the couch.”

“Why?” she asked, stroking her palm over his bicep absently.

The skin on his arm heated in the wake of her fingers. “I just wanted to take things slow.” He lowered his eyes and grinned sheepishly when she laughed. “A little late now, I know, but I want you to be comfortable every step of the way.”

It did seem a little silly now, given what they had done just a few hours earlier, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t overwhelm her.

He was naturally possessive, protective, and dominating, which had caused problems with Liam when they had first started dating. Nick hated Liam’s job, mainly because he couldn’t protect Liam when it was his job to barge into burning buildings. It had taken some time and a whole lot of compromise on his part before Liam had been willing to move in with his super-protective ass.

Luckily for him, Lindsay was a librarian, hardly a dangerous job. Still, Nick knew he had a tendency to come on a little strong, and he had purposely toned down his possessiveness last night.

“The couch is a little short for you,” Lindsay said, dragging his thoughts back to her. “Do you want to stretch out with me?” She smoothed her hand across the mattress and lifted the sheet, inviting him to slip under and cuddle up.

“As much as I would love to, kitten, I have to get going. Liam is expecting me. I want you to lock up behind me, though.”

Lindsay stretched her arms over her head, affording Nick with an eye-popping view of her spectacular cleavage. It was so eye-popping Nick was surprised his eyeballs didn’t roll right out of his head. He held out her robe and helped her slip it on, fussing over the knot in the front. “Can Liam and I take you out tonight?”

She shook her head and yawned as she followed him to the door. “I promised my friend Marla that I would go out with her tonight. Cocktails. ”

Nick tilted her chin up and kissed her full on the lips. “You’re not driving, are you?” Because if she was going to drink, even just one, he would pick her up and drive her home. There were times to tamp down on the protective streak that ran through him. That was not one of them.

“No, it’s Marla’s turn to drive.” Lindsay tilted her lips up again, clearly angling for another kiss. “Don’t worry,” she mumbled against his lips. “When it’s her turn to drive, Marla sticks with water and mocktails. We don’t have a death wish.”

Nick kissed her once more, totally unable to help himself. “Will you call us and let us know when you get home?”

Lindsay rolled her eyes and pushed at Nick gently. “Yes, Mom.”

“God, kitten, if you think I’m like your mom, we need to get back into that bed and spend the rest of the day there.”

Lindsay’s face shut down, shutters dropping over her eyes. “No,” she whispered, her complexion paling just a little. “You are definitely not like my mom.”

Anxiety tightened Nick’s stomach into a mass of knots. This was not the way he wanted their date to end. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said, flashing him a brilliant, yet obviously forced, smile. “I’m always like this when I first wake up.”

The lawyer in Nick itched to dig further, to strip away the layers and excavate the truth. The inner caveman in him wanted nothing more than to gather her up and comfort her, then go beat the living tar out of the person who had put that hollow look in her eyes. One glance at Lindsay’s face, however, convinced him otherwise. “Okay, kitten. One more kiss for the road.” He swept her into his arms and kissed her senseless. His balls, having never totally relaxed, tightened again at Lindsay’s sleepy, warm smell. Shit. Good thing Liam was home.

Nick drove home at a breakneck speed, thanking the good, sweet lord that he didn’t run into cops on the way home. He probably broke every traffic law in Ontario, which would definitely not look good on his resume. Yeah, hi. Lawyer with a criminal record. Wanna hire me? Unfortunately, Nick’s smaller head was now fully in control and hell-bent on getting home to Liam, who hopefully wasn’t too exhausted after his shift. He was out of the car and at the front door before the engine had even stopped. Oh please,
please
let Liam still be up.