Yours Book 2: Gaining Experience (Yours Series) (5 page)

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N
ick

There is a river between us that I don’t know how to cross. I never should have taken her in the elevator. I just lost my mind when she walked into that conference room. The moment my eyes landed on her I knew something was different, something had changed in the time she was away from me.

I wasn’t sure what it was until she threw her shoulders back and lifted her head when she was ready to stand her ground. I was so turned on. Add the red heels and that dress I wanted to throw her down right there on the conference table, be damn the people in the room.

It took all the restrain I had, not to take her right there once the room was cleared. Seeing Sephora and knowing she was safe took precedence over everything else. I needed to get her out of the office to hold her in my arms and make sure she was okay.

I just snapped in the elevator and now I regret it. I was shredded when she wouldn’t tell me she loves me. I wanted to tear the people responsible for her distrust in me to pieces. She used to sing that she loves me so easily.

Now I’m not even sure if she still does. I have awoken to an empty bed. Once we arrive home I tried to talk to her, but she shut down on me. I hate when she gives me the silent treatment. I thought of tying her to the bed and forcing her to talk, but I know we are not there anymore. I have to work for her trust again as much as it may kill me.

I sit up and swing my feet out of the bed. I just need to know she is still here. I will give her the space she needs, but I need to know she is here.

I walk out of the room and the sound of an amped string instrument meets my ears. I close my eyes and feel a shiver roll through my body. Fantasia floats through the halls up to me. I pray it doesn’t mean what I fear.

Sephora had picked the song as her safe word. Could she be telling me she wants out of our relationship. Has she reached her limit with me? I refuse to believe that I have lost her. Not like this.

I move to the room I placed the electric violin in, hoping one day she would choose to play for me. My tight chest loosens as she changes songs, but not by much. I don’t know the name of the sad tune that fills the house next, but I know it is saying a lot. I believe I have heard it before but I can’t place it.

I step into the shadow of the sitting room. The sight before me is breathtaking. The fireplace with the auburn and clear glass is lit behind her, providing a glowing warmth in the background. The light is casting a beautiful glow against Sephora’s chocolate brown skin as she sits in a chair in front of the fireplace.

She is dressed in just the white tank top and pink lace panties she went to sleep in. Her eyes are closed as she sways with the music, her small foot working the petal the feeds the amp. I can tell she is lost in each note. It is like she is one with the flow of the enchantment she is creating.

My heart aches to be near her. My palm itches to touch her. I don’t realize I have moved from the shadows until I am standing right in front of her, only a foot away. The song comes to an end and slowly she opens her glossy eyes.

I am shattered as I see the wide range of pain playing in her eyes. I have to make this right. I want nothing but her happiness. I will not give up until she knows how I truly feel.

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S
ephora

I feel him the moment he enters the room. I just need to make it through this song. I continue to play as I feel his eyes on me, eyes that I can see in my mind’s eye as I play. I play the last chords to my version of Christina Aguilera’s,
Hurt
, and open my eyes slowly.

When I open my eyes, he is standing a foot away. Gorgeous as ever looking like a God standing before me. He is shirtless with a pair of grey gym shorts hanging low on his hips. His thighs look powerful, even from underneath the thin fabric loosely clinging to them.

Nick even has sexy feet, always well-groomed. His chisel chest demands my attention as his tanned golden skin glows in the light from the fireplace. Shadows cast over his delicious abs, making me want to trace them with my tongue.

His hair is messy from sleep and there is stubble lining his jaw from a one day’s neglect. The sight tightens my chest because I know his lack of grooming was because he was worried about me.

Nick moves cautiously to kneel before me, placing his palms on my thighs while watching me to see if this is okay with me. It is like I am a frighten bird he doesn’t want to scare away. I hate this distance I feel between us, although I know I am partly to blame.

I drop my hands to my sides, still clutching my bow and violin. Nick locks those jade eyes on me with a million questions floating through them. I fight to keep the tears from bursting forward.

Earlier, when Nick tried to talk to me he told me what Jillian had done. I believe Nick when he said that he wasn’t the one in the bathroom, that makes me feel worse. My guilt is eating at me.

I needed the comfort that the music and the strings bring me. I’m tired of giving things I love up for others. I hadn’t really planned to play when I first came down here. I had just planned to tune the violin and pluck a few chords, but once the violin was in my hands I could feel that energy flowing through me.

I started to remember the control playing a simple piece brought to me. As I thought of that control, I thought of Nick and our time in his playroom. I may submit to him, but it is by my choice. I always have the choice to say no.

Just like Kimmie had a choice with Luke and she ignored her feelings and needs. I will never ignore me for anyone. I suddenly felt the need to use my safe word, but not for Nick. I needed to use it for my mother, my father and even Luke.

I will no longer ignore that there were days when I was younger and even now when I did feel really pretty being just me. Days that I then let my mother come along and change everything that made me feel pretty.

I will no longer ignore my love for playing an instrument because the one person I trusted, loved, and shared my music with betrayed me. I loved my father so much. I will never understand how he became a different man and tore my heart to pieces. But that will no longer make me hide from a love that breathes within for my playing.

I will no longer ignore that I do want to develop my own game and someday have a company of my own because my brother thinks I need to be in a steady, established structure. I love what I do at FLI, but I do have other dreams. Why can’t I have both? I am still young.

Most of all, I will no longer ignore that I love my brown skin or that I am the one in the family that is different. I don’t mind being the brown one as much as my mother may think I should. I love me. I love Sephora.

So I played
Fantasia
, it was my way of saying I’ve had enough. I then played
Hurt
because I do believe I have hurt the one person who has only asked me to be me. I know this, but I don’t know what to do.

I watch Nick’s throat bob as he swallows. “Can I ask what made you play,” he asks.

I lower my lids and inhale deeply. I know Nick has secrets. It is one of the reasons it was so easy for me to believe he had betrayed me. Sure, I know his secrets are older than our relationship, but it still causes me to question things sometimes. I decide that if I want to have this relationship we are both going to need to come clean. So I start.

“I needed to. It was time. I’m tired of giving up pieces of me for others,” I shrug. “I’m tired of being forced to do what everyone thinks is best for Sephora. Every time I take a step it is like I get blown back.”

Nick searches my eyes, he then frowns. “I have never forced you to do anything you haven’t wanted to do,” he says sounding hurt.

I snort and narrow my gaze at him. “Really Nick,” I say tilting my head to the side.

“Really Sephora,” he snaps back and snorts as well.

“The job,” I say.

“You love it. It was your dream job. You pretty much spelled that out in your essay for your scholarship whether you know it or not,” Nick presses his lips and stares at me in challenge.

I sigh, he is right, but I’m not giving in that easily.

“This relationship,” I snap back and know the moment the words leave my mouth that I have just spewed nonsense. I dreamed about Nick for four years.

Nick smirks at me, tilting his head to mirror mine. “Really, Baby,” he says. “You were mine from the moment you fell into my arms. It was like an angel fell from the sky. You felt it just as I did. You wanted this relationship before your young mind, even knew what this relationship would be. No, my little butterfly, that one is not going to work either.”

Frustrated with Nick and myself, I blurt out my next words, knowing they are a low blow. I cringe when my words literally knock Nick on his ass. “In the elevator. Just today, you knew I wasn’t ready,” I toss at him.

I saw the regret in his eyes this morning as he pulled out of me and released his tie from his neck. He used his tie to clean between my legs and fixed my dress back into place. Planting a kiss to my forehead, he told me he loved me once more, but his words held the same regret as his eyes.

I feel like a bitch. I open my mouth to apologize, but Nick scowls and shakes his head cutting me off. “I was not alone in wanting to have me inside of you. I knew you were hurting, but I also knew you needed me as much as I needed you. I saw the way your body reacted to me from the moment you walked into that conference room. I have never forced a thing on you Sephora,” Nick growls.

I look away not wanting him to see the tears that are on the verge of spilling over because he is right. Once again it hits home that Nick is the only one that has always considered my wants along with my happiness. Guilt slices me in half.

“I kissed someone,” I whisper. “It…it…I…I didn’t kiss him back, but I let him kiss me.”

N
ick

I
feel
like someone just punched me through my chest. I hear her words, but they don’t make sense. I feel the blood pounding in my ears and they are ringing. I was with her when she explained her need to play again.

I got where she was coming from. I just wanted her to see that I have never tried to take her choices. I have only ever wanted to give her what makes her happy. Yes, for a moment her words stunned me as I thought of taking her in the elevator, but I know that we were both in it together. Sephora responded to my touch just as she always does.

I felt like a bastard for not waiting until after we were home and after we settled things, but I know I did nothing Sephora didn’t want or need. However, this. The words that have just fallen from her lips that cut me at the throat are like quick sand in the middle of my home.

I lift back to the balls of my feet and place a firm grip on her thighs. I duck my head to look up into her eyes as she tries to duck away from me. Tears start to track down her cheeks.

“Can you repeat that for me,” I say with a deceptive calm.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what to believe. I thought…I thought Jillian was telling the truth. He is just a friend. No one makes me feel like you do,” she sobs as I look into her eyes.

“Mark?” I growl.

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “No, ha, God no, Mark practically hates me now. I just keep messing things up with the men I care about.”

“Who,” I hiss feeling murderous.

“Does it matter? I’m so sorry, Nick,” she whimpers.

“Yes. It. Matters,” I ground out.

“It was a harmless kiss, Nick,” she whines.

“Then me knowing who kissed you is harmless,” I snort.

“Ryan,” she whispers.

I let the name float through my head. Sephora has no idea how much I really know about her life. I have been watching her from a distance for four years. It only takes a few seconds for the name to click into place.

I remember being concerned when she first met two of the Black brothers. I know Wyatt Black personally. I know of their reputations. I also know how women also know of their reputation, but insist on falling at their feet anyway.

I was relieved to see that nothing much came of their meeting, but now I see that I may have been wrong. I once had conflicting feelings about Sephora’s lack of social life. Now, as I grind my teeth to remain in control, I wish I could have kept her away from any human with a cock between their legs.

I’m going to beat the shit out of Ryan Black. My blood boils even more as I realize at least one of the Blacks knew where Sephora was when I asked for help. I received a text from Johnathan that they were shorthanded and couldn’t take the case.

“Motherfucker,” I mutter.

“Nick, they’re my friends. They were trying to keep me safe,” Sephora says as if she can read my thoughts. “I didn’t tell anyone what was going on.”

I don’t reply. I turn away from her as my jaw works under my skin. The thought of another man with his hands on her. Knowing she allowed another man to kiss her, is destroying me inside.

“Nick,” she says my name as she touches my jaw with her hand that is still clutching the bow tight. “It meant nothing. I’m sorry. I never should have run. I should have stayed and demanded the truth. I’m so sorry.”

I turn back to her and just stare. I knew something had changed. Now that I know what, I can’t see straight. What was once mine and mine only has been touched by another. My possessiveness of this woman consumes me and the need to claim her burns in my veins, but just taking her isn’t enough.

I need her to know why she is mine. Why she should never have questioned me. Why I see her as the most beautiful woman in the world and will for the rest of my life.

I move forward, leaning into her until my face is right in front of hers. My hands are still placed firmly on her thick thighs. Tears are still rolling down her cheeks.

“You still don’t get how much I love you,” I say as I search her eyes. I reach to run a hand over the bun in her hair. “I love every single hair on your head.”

I move to touch one side of her temple and place kisses to the other side. “I love your mind. You think everyone sees you as naïve, but you are so wrong, Baby. I see a bright young woman that is still coming into her own, but isn’t afraid to take any task on. You are amazing and the way you run your team proves that you are a genius.”

I cup her face and place a kiss to each lid as her eyes flutter closed. “I love the way your eyes light up when you’re excited. I love that they tell me when you are ready to explode for me. I love that I read your every thought through them. I love that they change color, sometimes they even change with your mood. I love that when I am deep inside of you your eyes tell me that you love me.”

I place a kiss to her nose and pull away to stare at her lips. They’re so full and I know how soft they will feel against mine. Again pain shoots through me at the thought of someone tasting what is mine.

I brush my thumb across her bottom lip as if I can wipe his kiss away. I growl when it doesn’t make the image of Ryan kissing my baby go away. I pull her lips apart with my thumb sticking the tip into her mouth.

Sephora tentatively licks the tip, then bites it. I groan and bite my own lip. She has no idea how fucking sexy she is.

“I love your lips,” I start huskily. “I love when my name floats from them. I love when you wrap them around my cock, always so eager to please me. I love the way they look, the way they taste, the way they feel. I really love the way that feel.”

I lean in and kiss her hard. It is almost punishing. I nip at her lips and suck them in my mouth as she whimpers and wraps her arms around my neck still holding her instrument tight. I deepen the kiss as I think of her confession.

I have to force myself to pull away. My chest is heaving as I look at her identical response. She goes to release the bow and violin from her fingers, but I shake my head. “Hold on to them,” I command.

I have plans for my little violinist. I reach for the hem of her tank top and push it up over her breasts, exposing her full beautiful globes. They bounce free and I lick my lips. I groan as the light from the fireplace dances against her brown skin, displaying her chocolate tips like candy.

Our quick romp in the elevator was not enough for me. I didn’t get the skin to skin contact I needed. I dip my head and pull one of her taunt nipples into my mouth and suck, hard.

“I love your body. Every inch of it,” I say against her breast as I let the nipple pop free from my mouth. I look up into her eyes. “I love the way you fit against my body. I love your soft curves and how they move with me. I love how your breasts mold to my chest or bounce in my face when you are riding me.”

I move my hands to her panties as I watch her pant for me. I hook my fingers in the hem and start to remove them from her hips slowly. I bend my head to kiss first her left hip, then her right. Her hips buck towards me and I smirk.

I proceed to slide her panties lower. When I have them at her knees, I bend to kiss each of her thighs. “I love the way your thick thighs cradle my body as I thrust into you. I love the way they tremble against me when I make you come,” I groan as my eyes flicker up and I see her juices coating her thighs.

She is always so damn wet for me. It drives me insane. If I could spend all day sliding in and out of her wet pussy, I would. I lick my lips ready to dive in for a taste.

“Nick,” Sephora whimpers and squirms.

I push her panties to the floor and lift her leg up by her ankle. I bring her toes to my lips and kiss each one before sucking the big toe into my mouth. “I love your little feet. I love that you are slightly pigeon toed and I swear at times after I have fucked you really good, it is like it is more pronounced.”

I kiss her ankle, then the space behind her knee. I then move to the place that has been calling to me all along. I run my nose up her slit and nuzzle her clit. She smells fucking amazing.

“Nick, please,” she whimpers some more.

“Please, what, Baby,” I ask, licking her clit slowly between each word. “I’m not letting you come on my tongue. That will be your first punishment, because you didn’t trust me and you believed I could hurt you and lie to you, I will not let you come all over my face like I know you love.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers.

“Too late,” I growl against her pussy before I dive in and devour her juices. She tastes so good. It is going to punish me as much as it is going to punish her not to let her sweet come squirt down my throat.

I have been very lenient with Sephora. I think that is where I have gone wrong. I have held back and it has cost us both. No more. It is time for her to really experience where our relationship can take her. It is time for her to learn to fully trust me and it starts right here tonight.

I grab her hips and bring her heat closer to my face as I lap at her wet core. Sucking, licking, nipping and slurping at her soft, sweet flesh. I feel when she is close, right at the edge about to tip over and I retreat.

“No, no, no,” she whimpers and I chuckle.

I reach for my gym shorts and push them down my hips. Standing to my full height, I let them fall to the floor. Sephora licks her lips, but she won’t be getting the pleasure of sucking me tonight. I see it in her greedy eyes that she loves it too much. Not this time, I think with a smirk.

~B~

Sephora

The look in Nick’s eyes when I told him about Ryan almost tore me in two. The kiss really was innocent, at least on my behalf, but I can see the hurt it has rendered. I was ready to beg him to forgive me, but I can now see in his jade green eyes, that he has plans of his own.

I have never wanted Nick more. Hearing his words and seeing me through his eyes has me so turned on. I squirm in my seat as my fingers flex around the bow and violin.

He steps into me and I lick my lips at the sight of his cock pointing straight at me. I feel like even his penis is pointing a guilty finger at me for my mistakes, but I am ready to answer for my crimes.

My breasts feel heavy, my clit is aching and throbbing for his attention. Yet, I am frozen as I watch this Adonis stand before me. I feel like I am in a trance, waiting to be pounced upon and unable to defend myself against the coming attack. I’m not really sure I want to defend myself.

“Stand,” Nick gives the single word command.

In Sephora fashion, I clumsily stand from the chair. I see Nick’s lips quirk into a smirk. I guess my clumsiness is something else he loves. I can see the mirth in his eyes.

“I even love that you are still learning to use your legs, one minute, but in the next you can strut across a room with the confidence and grace of a Queen. Do you know you are most graceful and exquisite when you just stop thinking? I see the moment you shut it all off and become yourself, not who everyone tells you should be or who you think you should be for others. You are perfect Sephora,” Nick says with a smile, answering my thoughts and pulling me into his chest.

He nuzzles the side of my neck, placing soft kisses along the column of my throat. Just the tender, soft kiss of his lips has me wondering how I could ever doubt him. I moan as his tongue peeks out against my skin and he pulls my flesh in between his lips. He bites down gently and I shiver.

Nick pulls back, moving around me, he moves me forward as he steps behind me. He runs his fingertips down the center of my back, knowing what his touch does to me. I can feel his heat at my back as he starts to kiss my neck once again.

Suddenly his warmth is gone and I hear him sit in the seat I was once seated in. His hand reaches out for my right hip and tugs me back until I am moving into his lap. I gasp when the tip of his cock nudges my wet entrance.

Spreading my legs a little further apart, I start to slide down his length as one of his hands guides me down by my hip and the other cups my mound. Nick tugs my back against his chest, leaning into my ear. He licks the shell of my ear before whispering into it.

“I want you to play for me,” his voice comes out husky and gravelly. “Lesson one that I should have given you from the start, my little butterfly. I set the rhythm and you play.”

With those words he starts to guide me up and down his shaft by my hips. I have no idea how I’m supposed to play while he is filling me up and making my body sing for him. I lift the violin to my chin and rest the bow against the strings, moaning just before I take a deep breath and start to pull the bow across the strings of my violin.

My first few notes coming out shaky, but I bring my thighs together a bit more and pull myself together. If he wants me to play while we make love, I am going to make this happen. Nick groans as I shift and his hand on my waist tightens.

“And remember, you’re not to come,” Nick breathes in my ear. I whimper, moan as his thumb on the hand cupping my mound starts to circle my clit.

I play to the slow rhythm he has set as he guides my hips to ride him slow. He pulls me into a grinding motion on each downward slide, causing me to nearly lose my mind.

His breath is heavy on my neck, sending chills through my body, but I continue to play the slow and sensual melody that pours from my heart into the bow. When Nick’s lips latch onto my neck, he starts to move me more vigorously and thrusts up to meet my downward strokes.

I have found my center. Nick and I are now one with the music and I effortlessly increase the tempo to the time of his guided strokes. I feel my body wanting to splinter as I reach a climax in my playing.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” Nick groans. Then he growls. “Don’t come, Sephora.”

I cry out, then grit my teeth as I try my best to follow his command. His finger circling my clit thankfully stops. I think of Ryan’s lips on mine and my climax recedes as the guilt takes its place. Right as my orgasm starts to hover out of reach, Nick’s hot seed starts to jet into me. I feel him pulsing inside me.

“Ahh, Sephora,” Nick groans. He holds my hips in place against him as he empties into me. “Rest,” he grunts into my ear and I let the last note fill the air with a haunting, sensual sound.