Private Show (The Private Series) (21 page)

I climb out of her bed and make my way over to the sofa and retrieve my cell. Sliding it on, I open up my message center and I see that none of them have been viewed or opened.

Thank fucking God.

When she said to follow her back to her place I thought for sure the games were over, but I was horribly wrong. When we went inside, I waited by the door, while she went upstairs. When she was up there for more than ten minutes I called after her, but she didn’t reply, so I went to see what the hell she was doing.

I walked into her room and didn’t see her, so I went for what I came there for. Before I could make it across the room, she came up behind me. Naked. She tried to take my clothes off, but I pushed her away and ran downstairs and out the door. She had grabbed a robe and stood in the door way. As I pulled out of the driveway she yelled, “You’ll be back if you want it enough.”

This has to end and it needs to end now.

Stepping out of her studio, out into the hall I make the phone call that needs to happen.

“Nicole, this ends my way.”

I wake up in the morning in a total fog and with a queasy stomach. How much wine did I have last night?

I turn to find Ben lying next to me in my bed. He has his shirt and pants off, but still has his signature black boxer briefs on. I can’t help but reach for his toned abs and slowly move my hand to his chest. He starts to stir and I move my way up over his body and rest my chin on his chest looking into his deep mocha eyes.

Taking in a deep breath and growling, “Good morning.”

“Mmm… Good morning yourself…” I climb up on top of him and feel his growing excitement.

He pushes up his hips to tease me. “Up for some coffee?” he jokes.

“Yes actually.” I jump off and skip to the kitchen. I pour the water into my cheap but old reliable coffee maker and start to pour in the coffee. That’s when I feel Ben grip my hips and press his now-naked body into the back of mine.

“Now what do you think you are doing, leaving me alone in your bed with a hard-on?”

I arch back to feel his hard dick hit my lower back and I get on my tiptoes to meet him. He lifts my shirt up over my head and puts his hands on my back, and massages all the way up to my shoulders and neck. I let out a moan.

That’s all it takes. He spins me around and lifts me up onto my counter. Leaning me back he trails his tongue from my neck to my breasts, twirling his tongue around my nipple and teasing the other with his thumb and forefinger. I let out a sigh and he sucks harder on my breasts, nearly making me come before he even enters me.

“I need you Ben. Now.” I practically beg.

“Say it again.”

“I. Need. You. Ben.” I enunciate each syllable.

Letting out one of his deepest growls yet, he rips my panties off me and thrusts deep and hard into me, making me come just as hard and fast. It doesn’t take him long to reach his own climax. When he does his breathing is ragged as hell and fucking sexy. He makes me feel like he can’t get enough of me.

I sit up and I wrap my arms around his neck, giving him a big, loud smacky kiss. Once he pulls out and helps me off of my counter I ask him, “Can I have some coffee now?”

“You just did.”

“Cheeky, aren’t we?”

He smacks my ass. “I love your cheekies.”

We move to the sofa with our coffee mugs. “So,” he says, “we need to go over the details for the New York City show. We leave on Friday so we can cover the show on Saturday night at Webster Hall.”

“Who are we covering?” I ask becoming giddy.

“An up-and-coming band called Cilver.”

I start to laugh, oh this is good!

“I have heard about them, how they are taking the indie world by storm, and the lead has killer vocals and is gorgeous.”

“Yeah, that would be Uliana. I have heard she is a great singer and person.”

I nod. “Hey why don’t we go get some breakfast? I haven’t been to the market in a few days, so I don’t have anything here.”

“Sounds good, then I will swing by my place so I can get ready for work.”

I have class with Gwen in an hour and we are to be prepared to discuss our projects.

How the hell do I casually say that for my boyfriend’s birthday present I did a nude drawing of myself? And to tell Ben’s fathers fianceé that information…

On my way to the campus, I run into Starbucks for a much-needed espresso, and run into Erin. She is on her way to her business economics class. We grab our cups of joe and head for campus.

“I am going to assume that the reason I don’t hear from my best friend so much these past few days, is because you are seeing that guy?” I rag on her.

Bobbing her head back-and-forth off her shoulders, she takes a sip of her drink. “Yeah…”

“Yeah? That’s all you’re going to give me? Where is my friend who used to dish on every detail of her sex life? All the way to the one guy who shaved his pubic hair to look like a rocket ship?”

She nearly spits out her drink at that last part. “Tess!”

“Well? Is it serious yet?”

“Eh. I don’t know yet.” We will have to wait and see. I am going to leave my options open though.”

We reach the area of the campus which branches off to all the different departments. I finish my espresso and toss my cup and give my friend a big hug. “Promise we will get together soon? You can take an evening off from Mr. Right.”

“You got it, Pink.”

After a few students announce what they did for the assignment, all of which innocent and not as provocative as mine. Shit. So when Gwen calls me to stand and talk about my piece, I freak.

My palms are sweating and I start to stutter, “My piece definitely took me out of my comfort zone. I made it as a gift to my boyfriend…” I look to Gwen and I blush.

Sensing my nervousness, she butts in. “Okay class, I have a cake tasting appointment I need to be at in twenty minutes. Class is dismissed.”

I give her a thanking smile.

I haven’t seen Dan in six months. So much has happened in just the past month alone, and I can’t wait to finally have a few beers with the one guy who knows me best.

Near the baggage carousel at Sea-Tac Airport, I see him, and see that he hasn’t changed a bit. He still has his dark blond faux hawk and his signature aviator sunglasses.

We are man enough to give each other a real hug and none of that grab-a-hand-and-one-arm-hug crap that these over-macho Americans do these days. Dan and I have been through thick and thin together.

“You know you’re back in Seattle, right? The city where the sun don’t shine all too much?”

“Yeah, yeah, nice to see you too, dude.”

We grab his bags and head outside to my GTO.

“Still driving that POS?” He rags on my vintage black beauty every chance he gets.

“Don’t pick on my babe.”

“When are you going to realize that Dodge is where it’s at? Why not get a good old classic Charger or Challenger?” He has been trying to get me to cross over to the Dodge side since we met.

“There is nothing wrong with my car. And besides, Tess hasn’t complained.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I bet she doesn’t… not bad for back seat space.”

I open my trunk, and Dan tosses one bag in and I chuck his other one at his chest. “That’s not what I meant, ass! She is into classic cars. He brother apparently taught her about them and she digs the Judge.”

He rolls his eyes and laughs. “Yeah… sure.” And he lights up a cigarette.

“Man, when are you going to quit that crap?” I nag him. He has been smoking since our senior year in high school. He thought that it would make him look cool for the older women in college. I guess old habits die hard.

“Yeah, yeah… I know, a disgusting habit.”

“So where is this little sexy kitten you talk about endlessly?”

Dan and I are back at my place. “Oh, she is with Gwen and Caroline doing a fitting for the bridesmaids’ dresses. Caroline insisted on designing them. I am thinking because she like any other bridesmaid doesn’t want to be caught dead in a lame dress.”

Dan flops down on my black leather sofa and I bring him a beer. “Dude, did I ever tell you the time at a wedding I banged three out of the five bridesmaids at the same wedding? Not all at once but over the hours of the night.”

I laugh. “Now that used to be more my style, not yours. What happened to us? Did we pull a freaky Friday or some shit? You used to be all about finding
the
girl, now you’re acting like how I used to.”

He takes a long drag from his bottle. “Well… la-de-fucking-da, my pal, you found true love before me… who knew?”

Most would take that as an insult, but from Dan, I just don’t. He means well and I can understand why he is in the bitter barn, but I am not going to let him or anyone else bring me down about finding the love of my life.

“It’ll happen for you too one day. Maybe, and I am going out on a limb here… quit smoking!”

He flips me the bird.

My phone buzzes and I tense. I swear to fucking God, if its Nicole again I am going to chuck my beer bottle at the fucking door. I check the screen and it’s Tess calling.

“Hey baby.”

“Hey, we are being poked and measured for the one millionth time. Are you busy?”