I Love My Chance (Nicole's Erotic Romance 3) (7 page)

“Excuse me,” the
businessman says, as the door opens on floor two.

“Oh, sorry.” I
scoot closer to Mark to give the man room.

After he steps
out, he turns around and looks right at me. “It’s nice to see someone happy.”

A smiling flush
flashes across my face as the doors slowly close. He tips his hat just as he
disappears.

Mark laughs. I
look sideways up at him. “That was nice of him.”

“True though. It’s
always nice to see someone happy.”

I don’t tell him I
don’t agree with him. There’ve been times when I’ve felt very lonely and happy
people just made me more depressed. Like some of those nights I was a fifth
wheel. That’s why I didn’t go out with everyone the night before Amber and Josh
moved in together. I was in a dark place and seeing my girls paired off was
something that would make it darker somehow. Have I wanted a relationship this
whole time? I shiver at the thought. Who knows how to even do that anymore? One
person – all the time? Letting them really see me, hold space for me…
love me?

The doors open and
Mark lifts me off my feet to carry me out. I yelp in surprise, so lost in my
thoughts, I didn’t expect this!

“I’m glad you
cancelled plans for me. I’m feeling very selfish right now.”

I kiss him. “I can
see them anytime.”

“Mmhmm…” he says,
and kisses me harder, escalating in an exciting steady build of burning desire.
He carries me down the red-painted hallway, kissing me passionately. We bump
into a wall by accident, and start laughing. “I should probably watch where I’m
going.”

“Pffth. Walking
straight is overrated,” I say with a funny shake of my head, my eyes narrowing.

He sets me down
just long enough to find his room key, kissing me even as he slides it in the
door. He picks me up again, tongue playing with mine, his hands exploring my
body over my dress as we walk in, pulling it up and sneaking his hands in as
the door closes and locks on its own behind us. We don’t make it to the bed. My
hands fumble and pull at the buttons of his shirt. With my back to the wall, I
pull his shirt off, undo his belt and pull out his engorged cock to stroke its
crimson shaft, bending and kissing his chest.
 
I reach and press my fingers to the
small space underneath his sack, the little stretch of skin that’s so rarely
touched. He groans with pleasure, head falling back, the muscles of his chest
stretching tight, caught in the light of a single lamp set way on the other
side of the room. I kneel down, lit by the warm, subtle glow of it, and take
the tip of his cock in between my lips, alternating licking and sucking it. I
wrap one hand around the mesmerizing fullness of him, and stroke him once. I
take all of him into my mouth, aroused by the way his hips press toward me,
gyrating and aching, begging me to keep going. I suck on him until his moans
grow so loud that he reaches down and stops me, not wanting to cum without
being inside of me. In a final French kiss, I run my tongue from the base of
his cock all the way to the top, and look up with a devilish smile. He shakes
his head and says, “Wow.” Then he crooks a finger in my direction, inviting me
to rise. I face him, my pussy tight and tingling under the look he gives me as
he slides my dress off over my head, throwing the dress so that it flies far,
falling in a lovely crumpled ball. I hook my legs around his hips. He moves my
panties over as he pushes his fingers up into me, my liquids sliding down his
fingers. I’m beyond wet. I moan long and low against his delicious mouth as he
envelops me. He grabs my thighs, mashes his chest into mine, my lacy black bra
still on. He’s moaning at the sweet slippery wet invitation my body has given
him as he grabs his cock and slides it into me, pushing through my tightness.
Our mouths crush each other as we push our tongues out. He hammers me deeply,
holding onto both of my thighs, using them to pull me harder onto his
stone-hard perfect cock, my back pressed into the wall. I grip onto his neck,
his shoulders, his head, his chest – any part of him that interests me as
I ride him. He whispers my name, “Nicole. Oh, God, Nicole,” hoarsely into my
ear, bites and growls into my neck, slides in and out of me until my moans
twist into panting screams, crying out as his fingers press into the underside
of my thighs, into the tender skin of my ass. His chest becomes slippery with
tiny beads of sweat. It heaves against mine. The strength of him, the feeling
of being overpowered by sex, by him, by surrender – it unleashes the
volcano inside me. I tell him over and over that I’m close – I’m about to
cum. He nods and grunts, reaches under and tickles the hole of my ass as his
mouth blends with mine, our bodies undulating in perfect harmony like we were
made for this. It sends me into a whimpering mess as his cock keeps thrusting,
overwhelming my senses. I wilt.

“Too much for
you?” he growls, still thrusting.

“So good…so, so
good,” I answer, barely above a whisper. “But you have to hold me up! I can’t
move my arms!”

His head swings
back and his face contorts with pleasure, his neck exposed, strong and
gorgeous. “Oh God. Yes!” I stare at it, rocked by sensations that stream out of
my spirit as much my body as he explodes with abandon, yelling out, the veins
in his neck throbbing in time as he pushes in deeper and holds there, wrapping
his arms around me and burying his face in my neck. I kiss his cheek, as best I
can, because my whole body is numb and throbbing with savage satisfaction.

A tear falls down
my cheek. He pulls back, having heard my breath catch. He looks at it, leans in
and kisses it into my skin. I feel so happy that I can’t even believe it.
Completely and totally…happy.

The Next Morning

 
Standing out on the curb in front of the
hotel by his luggage, Mark kisses me goodbye. I’m smiling on the outside… dying
on the inside. He looks into my eyes and of course, sees everything.

“I’m going to be
back very soon,” he says, touching my chin.

I nod.

“Hey. The show is
only a little over a month away.” Hearing it, he shakes his head, looking away.
“That feels like a long time away when I say it.”

I reach up on my
toes and kiss him, nod against his lips.

“Your taxi’s
here,” a valet calls to Mark.

We pull apart and
he picks up his luggage, walking with me to the waiting cab.

“I’m nervous about
the investors, Mark.”

He looks sideways to
me as he hands the cabbie his bags to put in the trunk. “Don’t be. I’ve seen
your work – I
want
your work.
Hell, I even dreamed of it!” He laughs. His smile falls as he sees my sadness.
“It’s you and them, or just you. It’ll work out how it’s supposed to. Don’t
worry.”

Because I want to
be strong, I force a smile. “So I guess everything’s going to be easy? Happy
endings all around?”

He kisses me.
“Yep. That’s how it’s going to be.” He looks over at the cabbie who climbs
slowly into the front seat, staring at us like a Peeping Tom. Mark looks back
at me and makes a funny look. “I have to go.”

I sigh. “Yep.
That’s how it’s going to be.”

Mark takes me in
his arms. “You’re somethin’ else, Nicole. I’ll call you. All the time.” He
kisses me.

I smile, say nothing,
and watch him get into the car. I bend down and wave at him. He pulls out his
phone and points at it, indicating he’ll be calling. I nod and step back as
they pull away and drive off. He turns in his seat and waves out the rear
window, his tall body filling up the space. I stuff my hands in my coat pockets
and watch until they turn a corner, until I can’t see them anymore, thinking,
maybe everything will be easy this time
.
Maybe the universe wants to give me a
chance at happiness… for once.

Now how am I going
to get back? I look around me. I could take a cab, but the subway’s far
cheaper. The C train is by here. I’ll go take that and maybe call the girls and
grab brunch. Or I could go home and take a nap.

Who am I kidding?
Here I am, pretending to be thinking normal things, like my heart isn’t falling
apart from missing him two seconds in. Walking just a few yards up, I reach
into my pocket to give a dollar to a homeless woman who sits on the sidewalk
with her back against a cement wall. Her hand shakes as she takes it, and
instantly I want to give her everything I have. I reach in and give her the few
bills I’ve got on me.

She smiles. “Bless
you.”

“Bless you, too,”
I smile back.

A horn honks
behind me and my head jerks up. The cab Mark’s in drives up and stops on the
other side of the street, having turned around. Shocked, I stare at Mark’s
elated face as he waves and points to his phone. What? Is he still trying to
convince me he’ll call?

He jumps out of
the cab and the cabbie gets out and unlocks the trunk.

“What’s
happening?” I yell across the street.

“I’m staying
another night!” he yells back, grabbing his luggage.

I feel like I
might burst into tears. “Seriously?”

He looks for
traffic and waits for cars to pass, his feet walking in place, aching to get to
me. He shakes his head and yells out, “Yep! The investors want to meet with me
again today! They caught me just in time!” He’s so happy, his hair blowing
gently with the breeze, his grin shining brightly.

I wait for him to
dodge traffic, wringing my hands with excitement. He finally sets his luggage
down in front of me and pulls me in for a reunited-kiss. I laugh against his
lips. We look into each other’s eyes and I cup his face in my hands. “I can’t
believe it!”

“I know! They’re
paying for the extra night in the hotel
and
the flight change fee!” He looks just as shocked as I feel.

I whisper into his
hair as I hug him, “Wow. And here I thought I was just giving her a couple
dollars. I didn’t know she was magic.”

He laughs, “What?”

I hold him tight,
breathing in his smell. “Nothing.”

Late That Afternoon

Struggling to
catch my breath, I roll off him and stare at the ceiling of his hotel room.
“Three times!”

He laughs through
gasps, reaches over and gropes for my hand. “I wish I didn’t have to leave.”

I blink a few
times, feeling like my little girl downstairs needs a break anyway. Wowza.

“Well, if it
weren’t for them, you wouldn’t be there. So let’s not mess with karma. Go.”

“True,” he
breathes, closing his eyes.

“You want me to
set the alarm for you?”

He blinks,
struggling against sleep. “No. I have to get up!” He groans, throws his feet
off the bed and gets up. Heading for the bathroom, he looks back and asks, “You
want to shower with me? I only have a minute, but we can rinse off.”

I turn on my side,
facing him with my hand on my hip. “Hell yes!”

He gives me a sexy
smirk and takes a picture of me with an invisible camera. “You’re gorgeous.” He
shakes his head and exits into the bathroom. I stare after him, feeling warm
all over, happier than a woman on her wedding day.

I hear the water
running, and slide off the bed. As I pass by a mirror, I see my hair all mussed
up, my dark skin shining with a sex-glow and my face flushed from fulfillment.
I have to stop and look because the reflection is projecting an image I’m
unfamiliar with. I look like a better version of me.

“Coming, Nicole?”
he calls.

“Yeah! Coming.” I
touch my face and lean in to look at my eyes. They’re filled with light.
Glowing.
Wow.
Pulling myself away
from the miracle shift, I walk in and find him already in. The clear shower
door showcases his wet, shimmering naked skin, the lines of his muscles
providing perfect waterfalls for the steaming stream. His eyes are closed as he
faces the water, his face in it. His hands run through his hair, his ass
flexing as his legs move to twist his body, making sure the water hits every
surface. It’s a striking memory I will never forget.

I climb in with
him after pulling my hair up in a tight bun again. We bathe quickly, sharing
kisses. His eyes dance wickedly when I wash and flinch from the soreness.
“Pretty proud of yourself aren’t you?” I laugh.

He rubs shampoo
into his hair, then into his armpits, and grins. “Yeah.”

I stand up
straight, remembering something! How could I have forgotten?

Mark’s face falls.
“What?”

“I forgot I’m
supposed to see my girlfriends tonight. We’re going out for drinks.”

He sticks his head
under the stream to wash the suds out of his hair, squinting at me though the
splashing water. I lay my hands on his stretching stomach.

“Don’t cancel
again. I’ll meet you there after the dinner.”

“Really? You want
to?”

He smiles, and
leans forward. He slides his arms around me. “I’m brave. I can meet the
girlfriends.”

I give him a
sideways smile, teasing him. “It’s a big step, Mark.”