Page 33 of Home to Me (The Andrades 2)
His apology would have seemed much more sincere if he hadn’t been waving his excited cock at her when he said it. Rena glanced down at it and licked her bottom lip. A cock she knew the taste and feel of. She wanted to reach out and stroke it in the way she’d learned Nick liked the most. She wanted to sink to her knees before him, take him in her mouth, and drive him out of his mind, until all he could do was call her name and beg her not to stop.
But not on Friday.
“Please leave, Nick.”
Nick rubbed a hand across his chin and said, “I don’t want to.”
Rena waved at his erection and said, “I can see that, but that doesn’t change how I feel.”
He stepped closer to her, and Rena inhaled loudly as the tip of his cock brushed her leg. She refused to look down at it again. “How do you feel, Rena?” He ran one finger down the side of her neck and traced her collarbone, then took her excited nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it gently. “Are you wet for me already? My guess is yes.”
Rena was going to step back, but Nick held her in place by wrapping one arm around her waist. “Don’t, Nick.”
“Don’t what?” Nick asked and ran his free hand down her flat stomach toward the waistband of her shorts. He boldly slid a hand underneath the fabric, then beneath her panties to cup her sex. “Don’t do this?” He dipped one finger inside her, plunging it deeply, then withdrawing it. “Or this.” He rubbed his thumb back and forth over her clit.
Rena closed her eyes and gasped for air. She gripped one of his bare shoulders with her hand and cried out with pleasure when his mouth settled on her breast and suckled her through the material of her shirt.
“I can stop if you want me to, but do you want me to, Rena? I don’t think you do.” He pulled her shorts and panties down her legs with a move so strong it was almost painful. She stood before him, unable to tell him to leave again, unwilling to admit she wanted him to stay. He pulled her shirt up over her head, and they stood there in a naked and highly charged sexual standoff.
Rena said nothing as he ran his hands over her, slowly exploring her body as he had many times before, but this time his touch was rougher. The determination in his eyes set Rena on fire. She wanted to resist him, but she also wanted him to take what she normally gave him.
He turned her around, and pressing firmly on her back, bent her over the arm of the couch. He held her there while he ran his other hand back and forth over her exposed sex. With one of his feet, he moved hers farther apart, exposing her more fully to him.
Then he sunk to his knees behind her and buried his face in her sex. His tongue dove within her then withdrew, only to plunge in again. He kneaded her ass with one hand while his other worked its rhythmic magic on her nub.
He lapped at her until she was whimpering from the pleasure of it, then moved to lick the inside of her thighs. He nipped at her buttock, then kissed his way up her spine. He paused, and Rena heard the sound of him opening a condom package. She clenched in anticipation.
He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down her sex, following the path his tongue had taken. Then he reached forward, took Rena’s hair in one hands and pulled her head back until she was arched before him. He laid his other hand on her hip and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“You’re mine, Rena. Not just on Saturday. You’re mine any day I want you. Say it.”
Rena shook her head. Nick drove his cock deeply inside her.
“I’m not playing by your rules anymore, Rena.” He pulled himself out and thrust back into her as if driving his point home. “And if you do have anyone else in your life, get rid of him now, before I do.”
Rena would have protested, but the feel of him above her, inside her, hitting her G-spot with every deep thrust was more than she could fight against. As he pounded into her, heat spread through her with such intensity that she finally cried out, “Yes,” again and again. She slumped forward over the couch, and he climaxed soon after her.
He withdrew, picked her up, and carried her to her bedroom. He gently pulled back the bedsheets, laid her down beneath them, and slid in beside her. When he tucked her against his side and kissed her temple, Rena rolled over and angrily pushed at him. “Stop it,” she snapped. “You’re ruining everything.”
***
Nick easily held Rena to him. He’d never realized how adorable she looked when she was irritated. He bent and kissed her gently even as she glared at him. She kept her lips pressed angrily together. He rolled over, pinning her beneath him, and smoothed the hair out of her face. “What is going in that head of yours? I thought what we just had was amazing.”
Rena stopped struggling and looked away. “It was. It always is, but not here and not on a Friday. You can’t stay.”
“Are you fucking serious?” Nick laughed. When she tensed beneath him instead of laughing too, he stopped abruptly and said, “You are serious.”
“We can see each other tomorrow.”
Nick looked at the clock beside Rena’s bed. “It’ll be tomorrow in two hours. It doesn’t make sense to go home only to come right back.”
“We have an agreement. You agreed not to do this.”
“Well, I’m amending our agreement. Rule number five point two four will now read, ‘If sex commences on Friday after eight p.m., the no-overnight statute will be null and void from that point onward.’ ”
“Don’t make fun of me, Nick.”
“Then don’t be ridiculous. I’m here tonight for one reason and one reason only—I want to be with you. Yes, what we just did on your couch was fantastic, but I also wanted to talk to you. We don’t have a lot of time alone.”
Rena scoffed at the idea. “We’re together every Saturday.”
“Not like this,” Nick said and nuzzled his face in her hair. “We’re always running off somewhere, and not that that isn’t incredible, but it doesn’t leave us much time to talk.”
“You want to talk? Isn’t that a woman’s line?”
Nick took her chin in his hand and turned her face so that she was forced to meet his eyes. “Now who is making fun of whom?”
Rena looked unhappily cornered. “Nick. I understand today was a tough day for you and if you want to talk, let’s get dressed and go somewhere. But I can’t do this.” She waved one hand in a circle beside him.
Nick was momentarily at a loss for what to say and, in that pause, Rena continued, “I’m sorry. I know that was insensitive.” She let out a long breath as if seeking inner calm. “How is your mothe
r?”
“She was fine when we left her.”
“I’m glad. Was everyone there? Gio, Luke, Max?”
Nick sighed and rolled onto his side. “Max, the lucky bastard, was out of the country.”
“But Gio and Luke were there?”
“Yes, we went in to see Mother together.”
“Good.”
“Luke said you were on the phone with her when she had her episode. What were you talking about?”
Rena looked away again. “Nothing important.”
“Don’t lie to me, Rena. Did you call her or did she call you?”
“She called me.”
“I didn’t realize the two of you were that close.”
“We’re not.”
“What did she do, threaten you like she threatened Julia?” Nick was joking, but when Rena looked away again all humor left him. “She fucking did, didn’t she?”
Rena shifted toward the edge of the bed, but Nick stopped her by throwing an arm around her waist. The act sent the sheet flying off her, and her glorious breasts bounced free as she pushed at his arm and tried to rise from the bed. “It was nothing.”
A slow, burning anger began to build within Nick. He didn’t doubt Rena for a second. She had never lied to him. He’d found his truth.
In that moment, so much that had confused him became clear. Things his mother had said to him over the years made sense now when he viewed them as the words of a bitter and vindictive woman. She’d blackened his opinion of Gio with her stories of how he had greedily taken control of Cogent. She’s kept up her version of the villainous Andrade clan when Nick only remembered them warmly welcoming him.
As with a rotten onion, the more memories Nick peeled back, the more vileness he revealed. I’ve been looking for the answers when they were obvious all along.
Patrice was at the heart of everything that was wrong with his family. She was the reason her sons didn’t trust each other. He thought back to all the times she’d encouraged him to walk away from the family business, and it infuriated him that he’d allowed himself to be manipulated for so long.
