Authors: Jessica Holly
I'm Your Baby Tonight - Part One - A New Adult Contemporary Romance Series (I'm Your Baby Tonight Series) (9 page)
Before Sasha could say anything in protest, Tony turned the door knob and almost ran into the man standing at the threshold.
The man, Chip, carrying a huge bouquet of flowers. The two looked at each other. Both men took a step back in surprise.
“Mr. Martinelli?” Chip said, recognizing him, his eyes growing.
“Detective Johnson?” Tony asked, furrowing his brow. For a moment, neither man said a word as they slowly calculated what must be happening. Once the realization hit them, they both looked at Sasha at the same time and Sasha’s heart stopped cold.
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CHAPTER 27
One drink turned into six.
Six turned into a lot more than six.
While Nikki was pretty sure she’d matched Dean drink-for-drink, the man didn’t seem to be quite so tipsy. Okay, Nikki admitted, as she nearly tripped up the stairs to the front porch, maybe tipsy wasn’t quite accurate. Dean wrapped his arms around Nikki, practically carrying her up the stairs. When she tried to dig in her pocket for the key to the front door, Nikki felt herself tipping backwards. Dean caught her again, laughing hard enough that Nikki could feel the vibrations through her whole body.
“You gotta unlock it then,” Dean said.
Nikki was so drunk, it took her a while to get out her key. Putting it in the lock was going to be even trickier. Dean had to lift Nikki’s hand up, resting his warm, weathered hands on her, balancing Nikki’s body against his hip.
“Just stick it in the hole,” Dean said, his raspy baritone voice making Nikki's skin tingle as he came up behind her and helped her to open the door.
Nikki could feel the warmth of Dean’s body behind her, and the hot smell of sweat permeated the air. The hardness of Dean’s bulge in his skin-tight denims pressed against the back of Nikki.
“Just push,” Dean said, his breath on the back of Nikki’s neck.
Nikki could feel the ache between her legs, feel herself get wet, but she knew Dean was just drunk. It didn’t mean anything.
Nikki pushed the door open and the two of them collapsed on the living room couch, laughing.
“That was a good time. A really, really good time,” Nikki laughed.
Dean caught his breath, his chest heaving up and down through his white t-shirt. “Yeah, that was awesome.”
There was a silence between them for a second, just the sound of them breathing and the crickets singing outside.
It was just the two of them. Alone.
Nikki may have been beyond buzzed, but she did notice Dean on the other end of the couch, his hands resting on his legs, sliding to his groin area. His thumbs fiddled with the fly of his jeans.
“It’s so hot,” Dean said, frustrated with his fumbling fingers.
Oh, Jesus. Dear God,
Nikki thought.
Please, don’t do that. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.
Nikki couldn’t help but notice how hard Dean had become in the process.
“Can’t open these,” Dean said, laughing.
Nikki swallowed, her throat dry. “Let me help.”
“Okay. Yeah,” Dean said, biting his lip in frustration.
Nikki collapsed on the floor and crawled over to Dean on her knees.
Just breathe. He just needs help unbuttoning, that’s all. Don’t do anything you’ll regret and for the love of God, don’t take advantage of him. He’ll never speak to you again.
Nikki had to keep her anxious hands from trembling as she reached Dean. The two of them locked eyes.
Dean was drenched in sweat; maybe it was because he was drunk, maybe it was because it was fucking hot in the living room, or maybe it was something else.
Dean flashed a smile at him.
“Sorry,” Dean said.
His lips were so plump and moist, Nikki wanted nothing more than to suck them with a hot, wet kiss—or anything else Dean wanted to offer her.
Stop it,
Nikki told herself.
Just help him out.
But when Dean’s tongue traced his front teeth and the woodsy aroma of beer and hot sweat made its way to Nikki’s nostrils, it turned her on, big time. The ache between her thighs only grew.
“No problem,” Nikki answered, her hands resting in Dean’s groin area as she started to unbutton. “They
are
tight,” Nikki chuckled.
“Go ahead,” Dean said, thrusting his crotch forward to make it easier.
Nikki popped those buttons open until she got to nearly the last one, and that’s when it happened: Dean’s cock popped out as well.
It was semi-hard and thick.
“Sorry,” Dean said, trying to stuff it back in his boxers, as if teasing her, daring her to pull it out again.
“No, it’s ... it’s ... it’s okay.” Nikki said, embarrassed. She tried to keep her eyes off of it and ignored her own growing arousal.
“Help me get off ... I mean, get them off?” Dean asked, slurring his words as he pulled his pants down.
Nikki took both hands on either side of the jeans.
“Pull it,” Dean said. Something in his voice was very dominant, which only turned Nikki on more.
She obeyed, pulling the tight jeans off, her hands sliding down Dean’s sweaty, muscular thighs to his hairy, thick calves and down to his socks.
Dean stood up as Nikki went down on her knees. He swallowed hard at the sight of Nikki kneeling there, head perfectly poised, as if ready to just open her mouth...
Nikki kept her eyes down. She couldn’t look up, not knowing that Dean was in a t-shirt and boxers. Boxers that housed a bulge that she was far too interested in. Her face was at the perfect height to pull Dean’s cock out and give him the blow job of his life.
Jesus Christ,
Nikki thought, fighting the urge.
She could smell Dean’s aroma wafting down on her.
“Hey, Nikki,” Dean said, soft and masculine, his voice rumbling.
Nikki swallowed, looking up.
“While you’re down there, can you get me off?”
“What?” Nikki asked, her voice cracking. She flushed.
“I mean my socks. Can you get my socks off?” Dean said. He tugged at his t-shirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside.
“Sure,” Nikki said.
“Should I sit down?”
“If you want.”
Dean collapsed onto the couch and let out a moan. “Feels good,” he said.
He
looked
good. Those boxers, that body. Nikki wanted to run her tongue over each and every tattoo. His legs opened as Nikki removed his socks one by one. Nikki knew it was a little kinky, but she liked the sweaty smell of a real man’s feet.
For as masculine as he was, Dean was good at keeping himself clean. The scent was intoxicating.
“Ow!” Dean winced.
“What is it?” Nikki paused.
“My legs are sore. Been riding too much, I guess,” he said.
“Where?” Nikki asked. “Here?” She placed her warm hands onto Dean’s legs and kneaded the knots she felt under the skin.
“Ooh. Yeah, right there. Thanks, Nikki.” Dean said, closing his eyes.
Nikki massaged his calf up and down, just the way Dean liked it. Her hands travelled from his legs to his thighs.
“This alright?” Nikki asked.
“Yeah, it’s perfect,” Dean said, thrusting his crotch forward once again as he became more comfortable.
Nikki threw herself into the massage, gripping and sliding, gripping and sliding.
“Hey Nikki,” Dean said.
“Yeah?” Nikki responded.
“It’s a little dry. Got any oil?” Dean suggested.
Oh, my God,
Nikki thought. She was going to cream in her shorts. Everything Dean said could be explained away as perfectly innocent, even while it brought forth some deliciously filthy alternative ideas.
“Sure,” Nikki said. She looked around for lotion in the downstairs bathroom cabinet. Nothing.
Dammit.
She didn’t want to take the time to run upstairs and check too. She wasn’t sure how long this moment was going to last, and she wanted to enjoy it while she could. There was something in the kitchen that could work. “All you’ve got is olive oil,” Nikki said.
“Me? It’s our house now. It’s both of ours,” Dean slurred.
Nikki smiled at the thought as she hurried into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle from the cupboard.
“Whatever works,” Dean said, his head leaned back.
Nikki fell back to her knees and flipped open the bottle of olive oil. She poured it on her hands, oil dripping down her wrists as she worked her way from the back of Dean’s calf to his thighs. Pressing and sliding, pressing and sliding.
Soon, Nikki found her way to Dean’s inner thighs.
“That good?” Nikki asked.
“It’s okay. You can keep going, if you want,” Dean said, breathing in.
Oh, she very much wanted to keep going. Nikki started to move her hands into uncharted territory when a loud and familiar ring tone cut through the air. He froze.
Shit
.
“You wanna get that?” Dean slurred. “Callin’ late. Might be important.”
“No.” Nikki shook her head. She slid his hands back down Dean’s legs. “It’s fine.”
“You should get it,” Dean insisted as the phone continued to ring. “How do you know it’s not about your mom?”
Nikki knew she could lie, but it wouldn’t be right. So even though the truth was going to ruin what they’d had going, she said it. “It’s Dylan’s ring tone.”
“Oh.” Dean pushed himself up into a more upright position. “He still has his own ring tone.”
Nikki sat back on her heels. “I just never took him out of my phone.”
Dean nodded and stood. He swayed slightly, but caught himself. His voice was surprisingly sober sounding as he said, “You might wanna think about why that is, Nikki.”
The phone stopped ringing, but Nikki made no move towards it. All she could do was watch Dean trudge towards the steps and then disappear upstairs, leaving Nikki with that statement ringing in her ears and questions following after. Questions that were going to need to be answered, and soon.
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