Page 18 of Fortunate Miracles
I fly over the precipice, wave upon wave flowing over my body as I ride through my orgasm. Nick is as intense as his appearance suggests. With a powerful physique and eyes that blaze with passion, his strength is undeniable. He approaches everything with an unrelenting intensity. I collapse in a daze afterwards, my gaze landing on Nick sucking my juices from his finger. Resting on his side, he tenderly runs the tip of his index finger in circles around my nipple, giving me a moment to recuperate.
Once my heart rate has settled, I reach out to rub him through his shorts. “Do you want me on my knees again?” I ask boldly.
Nick groans from deep in his chest with approval. “Fuck yes, shirt off, Shortie.”
I happily get up and pull my camisole off before getting onto my knees at the side of the bed. The heat in Nick’s eyes goes molten. “Perfect,” he whispers before sliding to the edge of the bed and dropping his shorts. I quickly lick up his huge shaft and suck on his tip before wrapping my hand around his length.
He lets me play for a few minutes, then gathers my hair, wrapping it around his fist. “Lean forward like I showed you,” he says, so I do as asked, stretching out my neck. Nick gently starts to fuck my mouth until I figure out my breathing again. He pushes deeper,the solid warmth a welcome pressure, reminding me to swallow. A few deep, rhythmic pumps later, I softly squeeze and pull his balls while rubbing the skin behind them with a finger. A guttural grunt escapes him as he explodes, a hot thick rush filling my mouth. The salty tang of his cum, slightly sweet, floods my senses. Some dribbles out, a warm trickle down my chin. We’re both breathless, chests heaving when he pulls out. I swipe the cum from my face onto my thumb, licking it clean. Nick groans at the sight before flopping back on the bed.
Patting his knee, I get up to pee and brush my teeth before going back to bed. Nick is still sprawled on his back, shorts bunched around his ankles, a tanned arm thrown carelessly over his eyes. He’s such a magnificent specimen. Sculpted muscles, sun-kissed skin, and intricate tattoos. Never had I envisioned myself with a “bad boy,” yet he has an undeniable allure. The surprising tenderness and safety from him steals my breath away. I slide under the covers on the far side. “You okay?” I ask.
Nick moves his arm and looks over at me. “Where the fuck did you learn that?” He asks.
“I like research,” I shrug.
“Fuck,” he mutters, sitting up to pull his shorts back on and getting into bed beside me. He wraps an arm behind my head as I lean into his chest. “I like your research,” he says, kissing the top of my head.
“Noted,” I smile. “Now talk to me. What’s bothering you?” I ask.
“Worried about Patrick. He’s quiet.”
“Well, he sent the note and the pictures to us,” I say as I trace my finger over his chest.
“Yeah, but that’s unusual. He’s all action. Subtle threats aren’t his style.”
“I imagine he's adjusted his strategy since being thrown into prison. Has your friend found anything else out?”
“Not much. He’s running drugs with a crew. Fawx thinks he’s working for someone.”
“That’s more information than we had before, Grumpy. What about tracking his phone, like he’s doing to us?”
“No, burner phones. He’s planning something, Shortie, and whatever it is, it’s bad.”
“Whatever it is, we will deal with it, Grumpy. Together.”
“I don’t want you anywhere near this, Shortie. You could get hurt,” Nick says, pulling me tighter into him.
“Maybe, but we don’t know that. Besides, you’re gonna turn me into a ninja soon enough, aren’t you?” I ask, tickling his side.
Nick grunts, but I get on top of him before he can roll me over. I mercilessly tickle him, my fingers dancing across his sides, as he wiggles and squirms below me.
I actually get a full, hearty laugh out of him, a deep, clear baritone with no growl that shakes his whole body, before he rolls me onto my back. I lay there, stunned. His laugh's a precious gem that resonated in the air. “Your laugh is beautiful. It lights up your entire face.” I breathe. He has never been more handsome to me than now.
“Don’t get used to it,” his signature scowl reforms on his face.
“I’ll make you laugh like that again,” I smile up at him. “Come on, let’s get some sleep, Grumpy. We have school in the morning.”
Nick bends down and gives me a gentle, passionate kiss before rolling over and bringing me with him. I snuggle into his side and fall asleep quickly.
Chapter 11
Summer
The next evening at dinner, I notice Seb furrowing his brow as he plays with his phone. “What’s wrong, Hurry?”
“My mom. I haven’t heard from her in a few days, and she’s not responding to my texts.”
“You two have grown close.”
