Unthinkable (Undeniable Trilogy #1) (27 page)

“I love you, Amaya Davis.”

“I love you too, Nicholas Hansen.” He smiled at me and then picked me up over his shoulders and carried me up to the villa.

“What took you guys so long, man?” Jason asked as we entered the house, my ass still in the air.

“Things to talk about. Well, she did most of the talking.” I avoided eye contact with anyone because I didn’t want to answer the questions or show the obvious sarcasm on my face.

“Really, what did you guys talk about?” Rick said with a smile. “I mean I have never known you to not have anything to say if the conversation is good.”

“She made valid and interesting points.” I looked around, I saw a pair of binoculars on the dining room table, and it was obvious that they knew what happened next to the stairs on the beach. Most women would be embarrassed, but seeing how I’ve been forced to have sex in front of complete strangers or let another man finger me while giving a blowjob to my boyfriend, I had no inhibitions about my body, sex, or what I do with either.

“Oh, believe me, when it was Nicholas’s turn to speak, he had a lot to say. Even after it was over, he was still talking.” I walked to our bedroom to change clothes and freshen up.

When I entered the living room, everyone was sitting with their respective partner, cuddled up and discussing things to do while on vacation. I went and sat beside Nicholas and he repositioned me on his lap so he could rub my legs.

“Tia, I will call in the morning or have the concierge set up spa treatment for you ladies and me and the guys will go hit the links,” Nicholas said. “Is that okay with you, baby?” he asked as I lay my head against his shoulder.

“Sure. You know we love spas and I haven’t been to my masseuse in a month, so that would be great.”

“Okay. Before bed, if I remember, I will call the concierge to set it up for tomorrow afternoon while we go hit golf balls.” He kissed my forehead and I closed my eyes, enjoying being in his arms.

“I feel like I’m on vacation with my grandparents,” Tia said. “We’re all sitting around like old people. Let’s party! We are on vacation and you know we have a stocked bar and great appetizers.” Tia came, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of Nicholas’s lap. The others followed suit and got up.

“I guess we are headed to the kitchen and you guys just hang out,” I explained

“Oh, where is the sound system?” Gabrielle asked. Always the party planner, she pulled out her iPod, connected it to the surround sound and pressed play.
Party
by Queen Bey herself was the first song that came on. Already our vibe changed. We started dancing, singing along with the music, mixing drinks, and getting the guys involved with the dancing atmosphere. We were letting loose and having fun. The guys were enjoying our exuberance.
Good Kisser
was the next song. All eyes went to me immediately and laughter burst out. Gabrielle and Rick were doing a little dirty dancing to this song complete with twerking. It was getting warm in here and fast. Between the heavy sexual innuendos and the liquor, we were going to be at this for a while.

When
Body Party
came on, I felt it was the perfect time to put on a show. We had come up with our own dance moves to these songs in the event we got a chance to show off. We made the boys sit while we danced for them. Nicholas was no stranger to my dancing, but this time, nothing was holding me back. Our moves were hypnotic and causing a stir. The guys could hardly contain their composure. Chris tried to interrupt Tia and she politely pushed him back down using her leg. Hair tossing and body touching with slow rhythmic hip swaying had mouths watering and tongues wagging.

“Maya, come here,” Nicholas, said, his eyes soft and low. I waved him to come to me with one finger and turned my back to him. I placed his hands on my hips and he stepped in closer as I began to grind on him to the music. Jason had Samantha pinned against the wall as the music continued to play and we danced with our partners until the song finished. Gabrielle hurried to find a fast song because hormones were flying rampant and at this rate, an early night was bound to happen.
Latch
by Disclosure featuring Sam Smith was next on the playlist and not soon enough. The bulge in Nicholas’s pants was driving me crazy. We served them a cold beer and placed the appetizers on the table for us to enjoy.

The evening continued and we were having a blast. Laughing, drinking, telling stories of our time together with our friends, and still dancing.
Anytime, Any Place
came on next and I knew we were near the end of an extensive party mix. Nicholas and I got up and started dancing. We were grinding real close and he was dipping me into deep backbends. My hair clip finally gave way and my hair came undone. He began kissing and sucking on my neck as we danced. I opened my eyes to see Chris on top of Tia on the couch, Rick and Gabrielle walking out of the balcony door and heading over to the cottage. When the door closed behind them, Tia and Chris got up and followed suit. Nicholas picked me up, cradled me in his arms, and took me out on the patio. The sound system was wired that if you were outside, you were still able to hear what was playing. In fact, it was wired that way out in the cottage house. The music continued to play and we stood on the patio dancing and making out. I turned around to where my back was now against Nicholas and as I opened my eyes, I saw Jason and Samantha making out in the kitchen, where they were cleaning. He picked her up, placed her on the counter, disappeared as he spread her legs, and began licking and sucking on her sex. I stopped moving to the music as the sight of them was making me hot.

“Oh, you like watching?” Nicholas spoke.

“I, uh, I.” I couldn’t find the words. Samantha’s head was displaying her gratification with what she was experiencing. Red hair flying everywhere and you could her moans and groans of pleasure as she called out his name. Nicholas began biting me on my neck and feeling my breast as I watched Jason have his way with Samantha. He unzipped the front of my short romper and let it fall to the ground. I was standing there in my black lace strapless bra and matching thong, primed for his taking. He knelt down and began kissing me on my backside, my breath quickening with each gentle nibble he carefully placed. I kept looking at Samantha and Jason as she was now reciprocating the gift he gave her. His muscles tightened and you could tell he was fighting his urge to explode, his head thrown back in the thralls of passion. I found my hand exploring my body as Nicholas removed my thong with his teeth and began to use his tongue to explore the inside of my thigh as he eased my legs apart. I fondled my breasts, pulled on my nipples as he found the entrance to my sex, and began to lick on it softly, gently sucking on the lips.

“Mmm, Nicky,” I moaned. “That feels good, baby.” I was standing, legs apart and his face buried deep within my snatch. He switched to sucking on my clit using his tongue in a slow circular motion as he sucked.

“Nicky,” I moaned aloud. I caught the attention of Jason, who was now watching us. He turned Sam around and bent her over the counter and started fucking her hard. You could see the joy on her face with each thrust he was giving her. Nicholas stood and backed me against one of the pillars that were behind us and wrapped my legs around his waist.

“You know I love your legs,” he said with a smile. Without a second thought, he slid deep and hard within me. I gasped and jumped in enjoyment at the delicious feeling inside. He rammed again, causing me to dig my nails deep into his back. He raised his head back and let out a loud grunt, acknowledging the pain he felt. I lay my head in the crease of his neck and began to suck on it hard with gentle nibbles. He slid into me harder and faster as if he was trying to knock the pillar we were against down.

“Oh God, Nick.” My moans became louder as the pressure was intensifying in my clit and begging to be released. He must have been able to tell I was nearing my undoing because he moved us over to one of the loungers on deck and placed me on top of his face while he sucked and licked me to my undoing.

I stammered out the words of passion with heavy breathing and pauses in between as my orgasm reached its peak. As I began to calm down, Nicholas picked me up, laid me on my back, and began pounding into me again. The veins in his cock proved how hard he was as they were prominent in their display. I could feel him pulsating deep within my already wet sex and I began to moan as I felt the excitement building back within me.

“Fuck, Maya, don’t fucking come again. We will be out here all night if you do. I love it when you come. It makes me that much harder.” He gritted those words in my ear, which also turned me on more as he dug deep into me, burying his bone. I gripped my legs tighter around his waist and began to meet him thrust for thrust, trying to help him reach his peak.

“Baby… Fuck,” he grunted. His breathing became heavy and uneven. I felt my second coming getting nearer and I ground against him, trying to make them meet at the same intersection.

“Nick, baby, I’m sorry. I can’t help it.” He placed his finger in my mouth, stifling my moans. As I sucked on his finger suggestively, he fucked me faster.

“God dammit, Maya!” He stilled deep within me and I could feel his balls pulsating. We lay there, breathing heavily, covered in sweat, hickeys, scratches, bite marks, and my legs still wrapped around him.

Chapter 19

The next morning the place was quiet. The only sounds you could hear was the sound of the ocean and the birds outside. Nicholas awoke me in the middle of the night with kisses on my neck. That stirred excitement deep within me and I wrapped my arms around his neck inviting him into me. He picked me up and carried me into our room, sharing kisses along the way. Once we were back into our room, he laid me on the bed and made soft, slow, passionate love to me. We fell back asleep with our balcony doors open, the night sounds a perfect accompaniment to our lovemaking.

“Good morning,” Nicholas said as he emerged from the bathroom. “I ran you some bath water. I know you will want to clean up before breakfast and I promise to stay away from you because I know how we are next to each other,” he said with a smile. I raised up from my reclining position, resting on my arms and admiring the glow about him. He had obviously cleaned up before I awoke. His hair was still wet, and there were little droplets of water caressing his skin. He had on a pair of jersey shorts, socks, and slides. He walked over to the dresser where we had stored our things, grabbed a tank top, and put it on.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked with a smile.

“I’m admiring my view. This is a fabulous morning view. Wish I had this view every morning.” I smiled and then my brain kicked in and wondered if I opened a box that was not ready to be opened. He walked over to me, leaned against me, and kissed me. My arms gave way and I was lying on the bed again.

“Maybe one day this will be an every morning thing. Now you go get refreshed, I’m going to go make sure breakfast is ready and get the others up.” He left the room and headed for the kitchen. I lay there angry with myself, realizing how what I said may lead to mixed emotions between Nicholas and me. I shook my head as if I was forcing it to clear.

“Maya, pull yourself together,” I said to myself. I got up and headed to the bathroom to get ready.

Everyone was coming to the table as I emerged from the room. It was quiet. No one spoke a word to each other. With the occasional glance quickly dismissed with a head turn, we all sat at the table and began to eat breakfast. Chef Tim had prepared fresh fruit selections, waffles, scrambled eggs, bacon, and an assortment of fresh squeezed juices.

“Will there be anything else, Mr. Hansen?” he inquired of Nicholas.

“Um, no Tim that is all, thank you. We have the day planned out so you can have the remainder of the day off.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hansen. See you and your guests in the morning.” Tim cleaned up his area and left for the day. The silence was driving me crazy. I looked around the table and the look on everyone’s face was relaxed and embarrassed.

“I could find a playlist to help break the silence,” Gabrielle said with a hint of curiosity.

“No!” we all replied simultaneously. Then we broke out into laughter.

“The last thing we need is another one of your sure fire playlists,” Samantha said.

“Gabrielle, most of those tracks were like from the ’90s. How did you know about them?” Jason asked.

“Jason, all of us have older siblings and when we all met in college and had sleepovers, we talked about the music of the ’90s and early 2000s. How it was much more sensual instead of forward. We discovered that we liked it and had the same taste.” Gabrielle was right. We loved our hangout time in college. We would go over to each other’s apartment and hang out while listening to music. We got through many breakups doing that, especially my time with Michael. Nicholas stood and walked to the kitchen and came back with my favorite yogurt and granola.

“Here, baby. I almost forgot,” he said as he sat back down.

“Thank you. I didn’t think you would have forgotten.” Nicholas was learning about me. It was nice, comforting, and scary. I didn’t know if I was opening up or if he was knocking down the walls I built. We looked at each other with smiles. Nicholas wiped a drop of yogurt that fell from my spoon.

“Ahem.” Jason cleared his throat. “Do you two want to be alone?” His sarcastic tone was obvious.

“I thought we were,” Nicholas replied. “That’s the effect she has on me. When we’re together, I feel like no one else is with us.” His words were soft, hypnotic and made a beeline straight to my sex.

“Jeez, bro, you don’t have to make us look bad,” Rick said. We smiled and turned our attention back to our friends. After all, we were on vacation together and had a wedding to help start planning.

****

We finished breakfast and as promised, Nicholas has a spa day planned for the girls and me while they hit the links. The spa team was set up out by the pool. Each of us had a table, a masseuse, a manicurist, and a skin tech for the facials. I know Nicholas doesn’t throw his wealth around, but I could only imagine the penny this was costing him.

“Tia, have you thought about any plans for the wedding?” I had to know where her head was especially since she hasn’t said much.

“I am still in shock. I never thought this day would come, at least not for me. Chris is wonderful. He really is. You wouldn’t think he was as caring as he is, being a football player and all.” Her tone was flat, fluctuating, and uncertain. I knew more was on her mind but did not feel as if this was the venue to discuss it.

“You two deserve each other. He treats you with respect and loves you. I can tell and I am hardly around him. The way he looks at you follows you when you walk away, it’s not always about sex, you can tell. He has a lot of love for you.” I figured with her knowing that I thought it is a great decision, she may feel at ease.

“I am sure Gabrielle will have the wedding planned down to the final toast,” Tia replied. Gabrielle was shocked.

“You want me to plan your wedding?”

“Only if you want to,” Tia replied. “That is the one thing Christopher and I discussed and agreed upon.”

“Christopher?” we all asked in stereo.

“Yes. I am going to be Mrs. Christopher George Walker. Oh my God, I am getting married!” Tia screamed with happy tears in her eyes. It finally hit her. She was radiant. I knew at that moment, she was happy with the choice she made.

“Just don’t make us wear ugly bridesmaid dresses,” Samantha said, rolling her eyes. We lay back on the table and enjoyed the rest of our spa day. We enjoyed mimosas, wine, shrimp cocktails, mani-pedis and talked about the guys. Samantha dished on how much she needed Jason last night. However, wouldn’t talk about what they discussed, if there is a possible future or anything beyond that. I knew there was always something between those two. Gabrielle talked about how she and Rick were thinking of starting a business venture together expanding her party planning since she was getting many offers.

“That reminds me, Maya, thank you for giving me Jaimie’s party. She spared no expense and wanted a choreographer for a dance number with her friends including dancers.”

“What kind of party is it?” I asked. Samantha and Tia looked on, becoming intrigued by the details of the party.

“It’s sort of a ball/socialite party. She is doing it for social status. At least, that’s what she told me. She wants it at a facility large enough to hold at least three hundred and fifty.”

“She has no problem with spending her parents' money obviously,” I said with sarcasm. Nicholas always said his siblings seem to be entitled, but their parents never pushed them for independence. Jaimie is also young, I guess it is expected, and Lance does work with the family horse business.

“I am negotiating the locations and will have my assistant keep me up to date with her choices. She has caterer testing tomorrow, and I know my phone will be going off. Thank God the Wi-Fi is free.” What a wonderful day we were having. We spent the rest of the day napping by the pool in the sun, talking about Tia’s wedding but not making any plans. She wanted Chris to be involved the entire process. Of course, all of them wanted to know about Nicholas and me. I did not want to jinx it so I said nothing.

That evening we had a wonderful meal prepared by Chef Nicholas and the crew. We enjoyed grilled lobster with steamed vegetables, salad, and dinner rolls. We went to the theater room after dinner and had a slumber party of sorts. We dressed in our pj’s, snuggled up with our men, and watched movies all night, complete with popcorn and drinks. Every now and then Nicholas would look down at me with a gleam of love in his eyes. The feeling was mutual between us and it was obvious we were in love. Deeply, madly in love. He was mine, I was his, and there was no denying that. I snuggled deeper and fell asleep in his arms, these arms that love me despite the walls I have built, these arms that tore down those walls and made me feel safe.

****

The rest of the week went by fast. We had events planned for every evening. Friday night we went to an island club and danced until the break of dawn. This was the most relaxing and enjoyable trip I had ever been on. I forgot about my hang-ups, let my hair down for a change, and let life do life with no control. We celebrated Tia and Chris all week and ran out of champagne by the time Thursday arrived. The property manager had run into town to grab another case. Those two were so in love. I had no clue how serious things had turned for them. We all knew, or suspected, that they had been seeing each other off and on since graduation night, but we all thought it was casual. Looking at those two huddled on the stairs was a beautiful sight. I couldn’t help but wonder if I would ever have what they shared. I took a deep breath and as I exhaled, Nicholas walked up behind me and placed his arms around me. I jumped a little as he caught me off guard.

“I didn’t mean to startle you, Maya,” he spoke softly.

“It’s okay. I guess I was sort of in a trance.”

“They do look happy, don’t they?” he asked. I turned around to face him.

“They aren’t the only ones leaving happy,” I replied. I placed my hands on his face, gently stroking it as he closed his eyes, relishing in my touch. He opened his eyes and looked at me as he grabbed my hands and kissed them.

“Let’s go for a walk before we leave.” He grabbed my hand and we headed toward the courtyard where there was a bench. He pulled me close to him, laying his head on my stomach. I ran my hands through his hair that had grown over the last few weeks. We were still in time for a moment surrounded by silence, the gentle winds caressing us.

“Man, I don’t want this to end. I love being with you and this atmosphere is fucking amazing. And you make it better.” Those words made my soul melt. The embrace he had me in was airtight, not even light could bend between us. A single tear fell from my eye. Nicholas looked up the moment I wiped my eye and stood. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“It’s a happy tear. No need for alarm,” I replied with a smile.

“A happy tear? Do I make you happy?” His hand traced the outline of my face down to the loose tendril that was framing it that had escaped my ponytail.

“Do I make you happy?” I rebutted. He smiled that wicked smile that has melted my panties on numerous occasions. He leaned in and kissed me softly. His hands caressing my face I pulled back when I felt his phone vibrate in his shorts.

“I guess you better answer that, it could be the car service.”

“Nicholas speaking. Okay. We are on our way. You must have psychic powers or something,” he quipped. We started on the walk back to the main house when he stopped right before the stairs leading to the main suite and turned toward me.

“Yes, you do more than make me happy. I feel like I have found my place with you. I love you. I am in love with you. I am not asking for a commitment, this relationship is too new, but I am going to do whatever I can to make it work. If I mess up, I’ll apologize as many times as needed to make it right again. I don’t want this relationship to end. Is that what you want too? I gotta know if this is what you want.” I couldn’t breathe. I felt my chest closing in on me. The passion in those words melted the ice wall that was protecting my heart. I shook my head yes, as the tears choked me. I was moved by his desire to be with me. He kissed me, picking me up and carrying me up the remainder of the stairs. Once we reached the landing, he set me back on the ground, staring deep into my eyes.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?”

“Um, it’s kind of hard to speak when you have your tongue down my throat.” I laughed at my funny. At least
I
thought it was funny. Nicholas smiled at me and hugged me.

“You and I both know where we prefer my tongue,” he whispered in my ear as we broke our embrace. I looked up at him and slowly licked my top lip as he started to kiss me when the property manager interrupted us.

“I am sorry, Mr. Hansen, but the drivers and your guests are ready to go and your plane is ready to depart.”

“Thank you. Are our things in the car?”

“Yes, sir. Your things are in the car.”

“Thank you.” Nicholas grabbed my hand; we walked over to the car, got in and headed back to the airport.

****

We landed back on a private airstrip in Miami around three o’clock that afternoon. No sooner than we landed, my emails started trickling in.

“Welcome home, Maya,” I said to myself as I started scanning through my emails. Samantha was on her phone talking with the team at work, making sure everything was okay. I emailed Mr. Anderson to alert him to our arrival and to let him know that we would be in on Monday. Vacation was indeed over for everyone. The Hansen Construction team were on calls and replying to emails. NFL star was on the phone with his agent and Tia was calling her company to pull current listings and send over contacts. I stood and looked at everyone in the throes of their day and became sad. We spent the most incredible week in Turks and Caicos and just like that, we are transformed into busy bees as soon as we landed.