ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Tempted Pleasure (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance) (90 page)

“I’m sorry Nick, I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“It’s okay Ariana.”

“It’s just that Chris had to take off with Bree and he asked me to make sure you knew he wasn’t bailing on you. And the waitress said you were back here, and-.” I rambled on.

“Ri, it’s okay.” He reached his long arms out and grasped my shoulders, steadying me with a look.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m not embarrassed, you shouldn’t be either.”

“How did I not see this part of you before? I never realized.” I searched his eyes, trying to assimilate this new information about him with the man I’d been infatuated with most of my life.

“The relationship I have with Nash is complicated. If you care to stick around I can try to explain.” Nick’s hands at my shoulders began to massage, softly, slowly.

My body responded to his touch, but my mind was too overwhelmed with everything that happened tonight. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. And I should go. I’m supposed to take Chris’ car home and drop Jake off.”

“I sent him home already.” Nash’s voice came from behind me, and I startled.

“Oh.”

“Unless you wanted him to wait around for you?” I could feel the disdain radiating off of him without even turning around.

“No. Definitely not.” I said quickly, relieved to have one less problem to worry about. The silence that followed was uncomfortable and as I glanced up at Nick, whose eyes were talking to Nash again. I was quickly realizing I was out of my depth with these two. “I should go too.” I turned, only to meet Nash’s broad chest once again.

“No, Ariana. Stay for a while.” Nick said, his imploring voice making my hesitation seem small.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” I said, though I didn’t even sound convincing to myself.

“Nick wouldn’t mind.” Nash said. I looked up and saw that he was looking to Nick, not me.

“Would you?” I asked, causing Nash to look at me.

“Why would I?” His sharp blue eyes told me differently. He didn’t want me here.

We stared at each other for a long moment before I ducked around him to leave, the tension suffocating me only to have Nick cut me off.

"What do you want from me?" I whispered, intrigued, nervous.

"It's not what he wants from you, it's what he wants to do to you." Nash said from behind me. I looked up into Nick’s eyes. His kind eyes were rife with passion, a brand of passion that had never been directed at me before.

Neither of them were touching me, yet I was pinned in place between them. I could almost taste the tension rippling through the room, the kind that makes your breath quicken and your focus narrow. I was drawn into their game, waiting for someone to make the first move. I was excited that I got to play a part in it, terrified that I had no idea what I was doing.

When, finally Nick moved it was to bend down to my neck to the exposed skin he found there. His touch was gentle, like I imagined it would be. His lips brushing over my skin, sending shivers radiating through my body. His hand came to rest on my hip and his fingers pressed into my flesh.

“I’ve waited a long time to taste your skin.” He whispered against my collarbone.

I leaned into his touch, a pulse of pleasure converging between my thighs. I wanted him to touch me, to taste me, to keep going until he had learned every inch of me.

From behind me I could feel Nash, his solid chest against my back. He swept aside my hair and began lowering the zipper of my dress. There was no prelude to his actions as he tugged my dress down my arms and let it fall to the floor. His hands were rough on me, not gentle like the caress of Nick. His fingers worked their way down my spine, meeting Nick’s fingers on my hip, covering Nick’s hand with his own.

As his mouth found its way further down my body, Nick’s hands rose up to meet it. He cupped my breasts in his hands. I thrust my chest into him, desperate for his touch. Through my bra, Nick grasped the point of my nipple between his fingers. He pulled it and I shuddered with desire. In an instant his mouth was on the sensitive peaks, lapping at them through silk. I tipped my head back, resting on Nash’s chest and I let my eyes close.

Nick let one hand trail slowly down my stomach until he was between my legs. When the pad of his thumb pressed against my clit, I jolted in surprise, heat radiating out from where he touched me and coursing throughout my whole body. My hands reached out and found his shoulders, my fingers digging into him, my hips bucking into his touch.

From behind me came Nash’s low voice, “Easy.” He said as his fingers skimmed up my back and flicked open the clasp of my bra, letting it fall. He then took my hands from Nick and raised them above my head, holding them both in one of his. I watched Nick’s eyes gaze hungrily over the newly bared skin. He leaned forward and gently nipped one hardened nipple. I gasped at the feel of him against me, the feeling of Nash’s fingers digging into the flesh of my hip, Nick’s thumb once again pressing slow, relentless circles over my aching nub.

Nash used his fingers to trace his way up from my hip to my ribcage until he was grabbing at the breast Nick was sampling, thrusting it higher to Nick’s greedy mouth. Nick increased the pace of his thumb and I shamelessly rocked into him, Nash’s straining bulge following me, and I was unable to stop myself from worming against it. Sweat broke along my temples, my body overcome. A current of electricity tunneled through me and I let go a helpless whimper, twitching against Nash’s grip above.

Nash released my hands, his fingers trailing down the sensitive skin on the back of my arms. My hands went to Nick’s hair, tangling, pulling, as Nash continued exploring down my body all the way down to the scrap of silk, the only trace of clothing remaining. Hooking his fingers into the band, he pulled them down my legs, stepping back after he was done. The men shared another meaningful look, but this time I was too dazed to try and figure out what it meant.

Nick’s eyes flicked back down to mine as he walked us backwards until my legs met his desk. Nick lifted me until I was perched on the edge of the desk. I studied his eyes, reading the question I found there. I trusted him completely and I nodded my consent to keep going. Nick reached out and touched my cheek, holding it in his cupped hand. His eyes were full of desire and tenderness.

In his eyes I saw reflected all the years of holding back, all the slips and all the excuses to spend more time together. It felt like I had been waiting forever for this moment, and looking in Nick’s eyes I could sense his anticipation too. He reached down and unceremoniously undid his belt and popped the button on his jeans. I watched in anticipation until he pulled out his throbbing cock and held it. He watched me while he ran the tip of his hard length along my slit, teasing me with much more control than I would have been able to exert. The pressure of his cock pressing against my entrance was overwhelming.

“Please, Nick.” I pleaded.

He grinned at me, then in one fluid motion, Nick pushed into me, plunging himself in my slick folds. I gasped at the suddenness, at the fullness. I leaned back and put my hands on the desk to brace myself as he began pumping into me. I could feel my sex clench against Nick’s thick erection. Nick gripped onto my hips, pulling me against him, burying himself in me.

Beside us Nash stood watching. I could see his arousal, straining against denim, and I would have loved to release it. I wanted to reach for him, but stopped myself. His eyes were a stormy mix of desire and hate, and they never left mine. As Nick’s movements increased and my aching sex began pulsing in response, I slipped my hand onto Nash’s. His eyes shot up to mine, but he didn’t draw it away.

Passion making me bold, I trailed my fingers away from his hand and to the button of his jeans. I waited for his protest, for him to shackle my wrist, but it never came. Just the steady stare of him on me. I nimbly unbuttoned and unsheathed his erection. He was big in my hand, I wrapped my hand around the base. I copied the rhythm of Nick’s thrusts into me, long rough strokes. The only crack in his stoic expression was a tick in his jaw, but I continued, undeterred.

My muscles contracted and I felt myself being pulled inward towards release. Nash reached out, almost tentatively, and hovered his hand above my mound. Nick was watching him, and positioned himself so that Nash could slip his finger onto my clit. His motion was precise, firm. I bucked up into his hand, into Nick. No longer able to hold out any more I cried as I found my release. Nick continued to move inside of me, riding my ecstasy until he too tensed and came into me. 

Our breathing was coming in hard jags and I looked back up to Nash, my hand still stroking him. Nick turned to Nash, too and reached out under his rigid cock and grabbed his balls, stroking them. Nash hissed out a breath, letting his eyes close. His pleasure at both our hands was making me hot all over again.

Nash reached his hand out to me, going to my neck and climbing up to tangle in my hair. As his fingers touched the first strand of hair, Nash hesitated, then stopped, opening his eyes. Gone was the desire of moments ago, instead he was once again stoic, distant. He grasped my wrist in his hand, removing it from his cock.

Nick read his eyes and he too dropped his hand. My heart beat hard in my chest, waiting for him to do something. Instead his gaze went cold. Nash wasn’t enjoying this. Not any more, anyways, and I had no idea what I had done wrong or how to fix it. I was naked and trapped in front of him. Panic started to rise.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.” I said, struggling against Nash’s grasp over my hand. He held Nick’s stare for a moment, a bitterness to their looks that wasn’t there before, then he let his hand drop from mine.

I stepped away from the men and their veiled hostility and collected my clothes from where they were discarded on the floor. Turning from them, I quickly got dressed. When I turned back Nick was gone. My disappointment was palpable. I had no idea what I was doing, and I overstepped an imaginary boundary I hadn’t even known existed. I had blown my chance of being with Nick. Nash was sitting on the edge of Nick’s desk. He had been watching me, his face a gamut of emotions - lust, hatred, fear.

I moved in to grab my purse from the chair in front of him, just wanting to go home. As I reached for it, Nash stood and I was drawn up to his face. Dark eyes bore into mine and I felt helpless to move away. I felt like I was prey, trapped. I could see the pulse beating at his neck, the intensity was intimidating. I stayed fixed in that spot, too confused by what I felt to move. Nash had done nothing all night but glare at me, so why did I feel drawn to him?

I had enough alpha male bullshit for one night and I didn’t feel up to the challenge to find out. Tonight had been long and confusing enough. Breaking our eye contact I turned and hurried to the door. Part of me was happy to be leaving a situation that was way out of my league, the other part regretting not knowing where things could have gone.

*****

I woke up the next day to images of the night before. Of the strong hands on my body, the look of desire in Nick’s eyes, the look of carnal lust in Nash’s. The ache that I thought would start to fade only intensified and I lingered in bed for as long as I could, savoring the memories. 

Any reservations I had felt when I was with those two strong men was gone. Save for the look of pure hatred in Nash’s eyes when Nick was fucking me. Everything else I would gladly do. And more.

Feeling both of their hands on my body, eager to please me, please each other, was a huge turn on. A bizarre and exciting turn of events of the evening indeed. Finally, I rolled out of bed and dressed for a run. I figured the only way I was going to relieve any of the tension my body was feeling was to sweat it out.

An hour later I was back home, showered and dressed. Still restless, I grabbed Chris’ keys and headed across town to drop off his car and pick my own up from outside his house. I called him to check in on Bree, but there was still no baby for me to meet yet. Heading home, I stopped at every store I could think of, checking everything off my to-do list.

When I arrived back at home I had only managed to kill half the day. With nothing else to do I threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave, planning on spending the rest of the day distracting myself with bad TV. While I waited I heard a knock at the door. I made my way across the house and opened the door, surprised to see Nick standing on my doorstep, Nash behind him.