Chapter 42
Ciara’s eyes flitted open immediately
squinting at the brightness in the room. Where WAS she? Oh, yes. The boat. How
did these guys do it waking up somewhere new every night? It was beyond her.
She rolled over and slid her arm around Nick’s waist causing him to stir and
moan in his sleep.
“Hey…”
“Mmmm…hey
to you.”
“Looks
like a pretty day out there…it’s so bright.”
Nick
stretched his legs and arms, turning around to face her. As he relaxed from the
stretch, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a warm, soft
morning kiss. Her favorite kind. His hands slid down to her bottom and he
pulled all of her in, allowing their legs to intertwine and tangle. Feeling his
morning erection against her thigh, she pulled back and smiled. “You’re up
early.”
“Always.”
Finding
her lips again, he was more insistent in his moves wanting to feel all of her,
to taste all of her, to love all of her. His hands kneaded her behind and hers
traveled up to the silky spikes of blonde/brown hair that decorated his head.
He began working his kisses down her neck, softly running his tongue down to
her collarbone, causing her to shudder and moan. Like every morning, her joints
ached, and yet, the more he touched, the more she felt the pain easing out of
her body inch by inch. His touch was better than any drug.
As
she felt him start to slide her nightshirt up, she grabbed at his hands and
pulled back from him. “Nick…Aaron…”
“He’s
forward. We’ll be quiet; he won’t hear us back here.”
With
clumsy form, the nightshirt finally was off and flying on the floor. Nick
lowered his head and slowly licked around one nipple, lightly flicking it while
rubbing the other under his thumb. To hell with Aaron. She was gone. She looked
down at this man, still buried under the covers and watched as he made love to
her breasts with his mouth. Soft lips covered the areola and slowly sucked the
nipple until it popped out of his mouth. Pink wet tongue circled until the lips
started the motion again. He’d kiss his way to the other side completely
satisfied with giving her pleasure this way, not expecting…at least for now,
any of his own. Loving her this way brought him enough pleasure.
So
erotic. So sensual. So quiet and peaceful.
“Gooooooooooooooooooooood morning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The
door slammed open, the shout broke the lovers apart and a large, 14 yr. old
body made a flying leap onto the bed between the two, thankfully covered
bodies.
“Jesus
Christ! AARON! Do NONE of you know how to knock?” Ciara
quickly checked her body, making sure the blankets were hiding her bare breasts
and tummy.
“Nope.
Missed that lesson.” Aaron flopped on his side, facing Ciara,
leaving Nick on his back still in shock wondering if his dick actually broke
off from the jolt. Aaron was going to pay. Once that kid started bedding women,
he was going to pay. Big time. “Oh God…you, um…you don’t have a top on.” And
she was flushed and…oh God. He’d timed this one nicely.
“You’re
a fuckin’ genius, kid,” she spouted, yanking the blankets up over her shoulders
more than they already were. “Could you um…wait outside for like 30
seconds…then we’ll have a lovely morning chat.”
“Jeez,
yeah. I’m sorry. I listened first and y’all were so quiet. I just thought
you…um…yeah…god.” Aaron hiked himself back up and looked at his silent brother
who was still sporting a semi-hard erection. “Sorry, Nick. I’ll just…I mean…”
“OUT!
GET! OUT!” Nick never moved from his back, but pointed to the door showing his
brother the way.
Sliding
off the foot of the bed, totally humbled at his errant interruption he slinked
out. “I’m out…I’m…sorry.” He offered one last cheesy grin, closed the door
behind him and slid down it’s length to the floor caught between humiliation
and uncontrollable laughter. “Smooth, Aaron. Real smooth.”
Sitting
up and looking around for her nightshirt, Ciara
asked, “Can we throw him overboard? Think your mom will notice?”
“Yep…his
paychecks are pretty big. I think she’ll miss it.”
“Nick!”
Finding her top, she hopped off the bed and threw it on, fluffing her hair from
the odd mess it was in from sleep.
“Sorry…aw,
don’t put that back on…”
“No
way, lover boy. We dump him off in a few hours. Keep it in your pants ‘til
then.”
Sitting
up and pulling her back on the bed, he gently rubbed her thighs as they peeked
out from the knit fabric. “I’d rather keep it in yours.”
“Later,
Carter. Later. Let’s go fix that brat some breakfast.”
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“Rehearse
good, shithead!” Nick thwapped
his brother on the behind as the younger brother made his way to his house just
in time to miss a lecture from his mom.
“I
will. Have fun!”
“Now
that you’re out of the way, I’m plannin’ on it.” Nick
shook his head and made his way back inside where Ciara
had prepared a great salad with some of the produce they’d bought on the island
the night before. “Damn, I thought he’d never leave.”
Ciara looked up from her slicing and
smiled. Truly smiled. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she was
home. Brothers and sisters parading in and out of the house, domesticity in the
kitchen, and no one was dying from actually eating her product. It was a great
feeling, a feeling of wholeness. Something neither Ciara
or Nick had felt in a long time. “You hungry?”
“Yeah,
that looks great.”
“Lemme
get these strawberries in and it’ll be done. Fix us some drinks, huh?”
“Yep.”
He leaned in and kissed her cheek softly before grabbing a few glasses out of
the cabinet. “Thanks for puttin’ up with my brother last night.”
“You
kidding? I loved it. I’ve missed him so much. He’s like a new kid.”
“Changin’ all the time, that’s for sure. I can’t believe
he’s headlining arenas already. I definitely want to get to a couple shows this
time.”
“Yeah,
I’d like to see him too. Maybe the
“I
might try to meet up with him for one earlier than that, though.”
“Go
for it.” Satisfied with her salad, she brought the bowl to the table and stuck
the tongs inside. “Lunch is served. Dig in.”
And
he did. Grilled chicken, spinach leaves, mandarin oranges, strawberries, sugar
coated almonds and a warm bacon dressing. Whoever told Ciara
she couldn’t cook was sadly mistaken. “Ci…this is
great!”
“Thanks.
“She
needs to teach me then, too. I’m deadly.”
“Yeah,
well…so am I. I should probably try to get with her my next stretch. She
probably thinks I’ve dropped off the planet.”
“I
keep kidnapping you, don’t I?”
“Either
that or I sleep through it. I’ve got some doctor’s appointments next time
again, so I’ll see her.”
They
finished their meal and started cleaning up, both satisfied in just being
together. No schedules or fans like on the cruise, no health crises looming
overhead like the previous time. Just Cici and Nick.
Domestic bliss? Yeah, what the hell.
“Can
we try the boat again? Just you and me this time?”
“I
was hoping you’d ask that, yeah. I loved sleeping there last night. So damned
peaceful.”
“I
swear I could live on that thing.”
“Mmm…short
term, yeah. I like my terra firma too.” Slamming the dishwasher closed, she
pulled the towel from her shoulder and slowly swirled it around into a whip,
like Nick and Aaron had done the night before. He was weaponless and saw what
she was doing, the look of evil intent in her eye.
“You
wouldn’t…” He started backing out of the kitchen, bumping into the table and
chairs and redirecting his path out.
“….wouldn’t
what?” She pulled the towel taut and teased at him with it, never letting go,
continuing to back him out of the room. Finally, he got to the hall and turned
around, running into the master suite as she popped him in the behind
repeatedly, running after him. He jumped on the bed, grabbing a pillow to use
as a shield against her assault.
“Aw,
man…you’re no fun anymore.” She grew frustrated that he blocked every strike
she made. What fun was it beating on a pillow?
“I’m
not, huh?” Smack, block. Smack, block.
Finally,
he tossed the pillow aside and before she knew what happened, grabbed the towel
and brought it up and around the back of her neck pulling her to him on the
bed. He bore his eyes in hers amazed at how bright green they could be with the
sun shining in the room behind him. “I think we have some unfinished business
from this morning.”
“Mmmm…yeah,”
He pulled her in closer, as she walked toward him on her knees, wobbling the
mattress and almost knocking them off balance. “I think we do.” She took hold
of his face and gently brushed his cheeks with her thumbs before bringing his
lips down to hers.
“You
taste like strawberries.” Kiss.
“So
do you.” Kiss.
“Sweet.”
Kiss. “And fresh.” French kiss. “And soft…like you.” He tossed the towel aside
replacing it with his hands, sliding them under her hair and gently pulling her
in for more slow, soft, gentle kisses that worked their way along her jaw line,
down her neck and back up again.
Ciara grabbed his behind and pulled him
closer still, feeling his erection against her thigh, just as she had earlier
that morning. “I see you’re still up for uh…something.”
“Just
for you…just for you.” They found the hems of each other’s shirts at the same
time and simultaneously brought them up stopping when their arms would get
tangled. He let go, smiling at her beauty. “You first.”
She
swiftly pulled his shirt over his head and hers immediately followed, bra
falling to the ground soon after. She pulled him in for a hug, just enjoying
his warm, soft skin on hers, while he groaned as her taut nipples brushed
against his chest. She slid her hands beneath the waist band of his sweats,
squeezing his behind again and running her hands down further to massage his
thighs.
His
hands caressed her arms and shoulders, pulling her back and falling to her
breasts as his eyes lived in hers. No kisses now. Just look and touch. Sound
and sensation. She brought her hands back to the waistband of his sweats,
lowering them with his boxers until they could go no further.
“Come
‘ere.” He backed off the bed letting them slide down his legs and pulled her to
stand on the floor with him.
With
her own version of a “Carter smirk”, she kissed her way down his chest, to his
stomach and down until she was on her knees, helping him kick off his pants.
She slid her hands up his legs, tickling at the tattoos on each calf, kneading
and kissing his thighs and working her way to…he gasped as her hair slightly
brushed his hard-on. Running his fingers through her hair, he tried to gently
guide her mouth to him.
Mumbling
into his skin as she kissed and licked her way over, “Patience, my
dear…patience.”
Nick
chuckled and just watched as she finally made her way to where they both wanted
her to be. She looked up at him one more time and then tenderly licked the
purple head of his swollen member, and kissed it, causing him to moan at the
sight and feel of her touch. Circling her tongue around his head, she continued
massaging his thighs and ass and finally, opened her lips to take the whole
length of him in.
“Oh
God, Ci……” He pulled at her hair, trying to not let
his knees buckle as his head hit the back of her throat. As she pulled back
with each stroke, she made a point to bring her tongue firmly back up across
the vein and then slowly take him all in again. She loved this. To her the most
intimate thing she could do to him. His musky scent, his salty taste, the
sounds he made as she sucked and licked him drove her crazy, making her quicken
her motions.
She
moaned against him, feeling his hands in her hair knowing he was close. She
wanted to please him this way, but she wanted him inside her as well. “Ci…I’m gonna…I want you…Ci….” He
found some sense inside him and touched her face causing her to pull back and
look up, sensually licking her lips. “Jesus…I want to be…Ciara….”
He pulled her to standing and slowly lowered her on the bed. “Let me make love
to you.”
Let
him? Let him? She laid back on the bed, arching her body toward him at
just those words. Five words. Five little words and she thought she’d lose it
right there. He quickly slipped her pants down her legs, letting her use her
feet to get them off completely. And then, starting at her stomach, he kissed
his way up her body, crawling on top of her, his penis brushing against her
thigh when his lips reached her left breast and hand reached her right.
She
spread her legs for him, eyes begging for him to fill her, hand going to his
face brushing the bangs from his brow, feeling the soft skin of his cheeks.
“Now, Nick…now.”
Now
was good. Bracing himself up on one hand, he too brought fingers to her face as
she entered her, holding her gaze, never wanting to lose sight of her eyes or
the longing in them. No one wanted him like she did. No one wanted her like he
did. Ever. No one. It still amazed them both.
Their
private dance began. Too much sensation at once. The taste of him in her mouth,
the sight of him giving and receiving such pleasure, the sounds they made together,
the feeling of skin to skin, mouth to mouth, body to body, and even the scents
that were only present between the two of them. Unique to Nick and Ciara. Shared by no one. Only for him. Only for her.
And
in that intimacy, they found their release, both quiet this time, as they
feared they needed to be this morning. But this afternoon, it was as though
they wanted to focus on the other four senses and leave the sounds to soft,
gentle tones that lulled them to their finish. With her legs still wrapped around
him, he fell to her side and they stayed there for God knows how long listening
to one another breathe, fingers playing in one another’s hair, kisses dotting
each other’s face, head and chest.
Let
me make love to you. Yes, Nick. Yes.
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Somehow they gathered enough belongings together to make it to the
boat for another night out. Back to
The
late night and early morning were spent christening every room and area on the
boat, making love in the galley on the floor, on the couch in the parlor…which
was STILL damp from the water battle 24 hours before…and finally ending their
evening in the aft suite. Morning was equally wonderful and this time? No
interrupting brothers. Only the sounds of the water lapping against the boat
and as always, the sounds of their love being shared. Musical. Magical.
Ciara kissed Nick’s sweaty brow and slowly
climbed off his lap from their morning romp, pulling him into the shower. “I
can’t move. You’ve killed me.”
“Come
on, lazy ass. If I can move, you surely can.”
And
he did. Just a shower this time. Well, a shower and making out. He couldn’t
keep his mouth from hers. So soft, so yummy, so talented. The things she could
do to him with just a simple kiss.
They
went back to Marathon and even spent one more day with his family, keeping a
friendly distance to help his mom swallow the truth of them being a couple.
Unfortunately, she was the queen of passive aggression and her underhanded
comments did not go unnoticed. He’d deal with her, but not now. Despite Mom’s
worst efforts, he’d had a wonderful week with Ciara.
Minus the night from hell courtesy of “Jane”, she had been more relaxed than
he’d ever seen her. She felt great…for her, and neither of them wanted to
leave.
But
it was time. Back to work for her. Back to…what…for him? A few conference calls
with management, recording meetings in a few weeks. But now? Nothing. He was
bored. He partied too hard when he was bored. He didn’t really want to do that.
He felt better sober. He felt better with Ci.
She
had to work her stretch over his birthday and this displeased them both.
Typically, they kept to their own homes while she worked, her too tired to give
much more and he too unable to sleep her odd hours. But for that night, he’d be
at her house, waiting for her to come home.
And
she was relieved he was there. And sober. She knew he had plans that night, but
obviously he’d taken them down a notch so he could be 100% for her. She dumped
her keys on the end table by the door, followed by her work bag on the floor.
Crappy night at work. Pukey kids. January sucked.
He
had been sleeping for a few hours when she came in, but stirred hearing the
garage door close. He slid on his sweats and stumbled into the living room to
greet her. She wanted to fix him breakfast. It might do him well to actually be
awake.
“Hey.”
“Hey,
birthday boy. Corn pops or waffles?”
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