Page 85 of The Clover Chapel (Jamison Valley 2)
“I wasn’t sure if you had heard.”
“Your brother called me this morning to deliver the news.”
“Sorry, Mom. I should have told you.”
She reached out and patted my hand. “Don’t be sorry. Your father and I were over many, many years ago. I’m glad he’s found someone, even if she’s a bit of a tart.”
“That’s my future stepmother you’re talking about,” I teased. “Ugh. That’s not something I ever thought I would have said about my college roommate.”
We both laughed.
“Let’s discuss a much more normal union,” I said. “I’m glad for you and Alesso.”
“Thank you, darling. So am I.” She smiled. “It’s time. Years of battling and I finally managed to divorce your father, and Alesso never faltered through it all. He’s always been by my side and I do love him very much.”
“He’s a good man.”
“One of the best.” She hugged me and I rested my head on her shoulder.
“I’m happy you’re here, Mom.” I smiled when she didn’t let me go. Her tight embrace and the laughter coming from Nick’s kitchen worked miracles to soothe my troubled mind.
Hours later, we waved good-bye from the porch. I felt Nick’s heat at my back a second before his fingers slipped under the hem of my sweater and started drawing circles on my hip.
“Upstairs, Emmy.” Two words and I was hot.
Without delay, we both rushed inside and to his bedroom. My clothes started flying through the air as I raced to undress first so I could watch Nick.
I loved the way he tore off his T-shirt, grabbing it from the nape of his neck and whipping it off his body. That one fluid motion flexed all the muscles of his arms and stomach. When he unfastened his belt, his jeans dipped to just the right place, clinging perfectly to his chiseled hipbones. Teasing me with what was beneath.
But the best part was the way he hooked his thumbs into the band of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. It was magnificent torture.
I held my breath as he pushed the black elastic lower and lower, revealing his thick cock inch by glorious inch. When he finally sprang free, I was practically drooling.
“On your back, Emmy. Spread wide.”
My whole body was aching to be touched. The cool cotton on my back did nothing to dim the fire in my blood.
I needed Nick. He had become as vital to my body as water.
When the condom was in place, Nick kneeled on the bed. His hand was wrapped around his cock and he stroked it slowly. Seeing him touch himself almost pushed me over the edge. He’d have me writhing beneath him in seconds.
While one hand stroked, his other came to me, lightly brushing my skin with his fingers. They trailed up my torso, belly button to sternum. Twice they circled my breasts, carefully avoiding my nipples.
I was squirming and desperate for more. When his fingers finally rolled over a nipple, I inhaled a sharp breath and let it out with a pleading moan.
“Patience,” Nick whispered.
His fingers again started traveling, this time working down my ribs, tickling my side. I closed my eyes, savoring the trail of tingles they left as he dragged them across my hip.
With just the right amount of pressure, Nick’s thumb took over and started circling my clit. Heat erupted through my body as he coaxed the first orgasm out of me. A scream tore through my lips and sound filled the room.
“Fuck, Emmy. That’s so fucking hot,” Nick said. “I love it when you scream.”
My head was pressed back into the bed and my eyes were squeezed shut as every inch of my body vibrated. Just when I felt myself start to come down, Nick grabbed the backs of my knees, jerking my hips into his as he thrust his cock inside.
A second orgasm exploded long and hard as Nick pounded into me with a steady rhythm. Over and over his hips moved like pistons until he planted himself deep and repositioned us. One at a time, he moved my legs up and over his shoulders, the new angle allowing him to sink as far inside my body as he could go.
“Oh god, Nick,” I gasped when he ground his hips against my ass.
