Not Quite Juliet: A Club Imperial Novel (Silver Soul Book 1) (23 page)

His hands were on my waist and he spun me around. “Hands on the bench, kitten. Spread those legs for me.” Holy shiznit. Talk about downward-facing-dog. He brushed his hand down my back, over my ass, and shoved his finger into the waiting heat of my tunnel. I yelped and pushed back on his finger. “Someone is anxious.” Nick smacked my ass lightly.

I looked up and back at him. “Just fuck me, Nick.”

“Happy to oblige.” He withdrew his finger and pressed his hard shaft against me, and thrust himself into my wet pussy. “Damn. Oh, goddamn.” I went from palms down on the bench to wrapping my hands on the edge. He gripped my hips and found a thoroughly punishing rhythm for us, pulling me back on him as he shoved forward. I gasped as he filled me completely and emptied me just as well. “Shit, Morgan. You’re so tight.”

He hit hard again. His heavy sac hit my hooded, burning clit again and again. I yelped when he let go of one my hips, and leaned forward to find the hot nerves delighting in his punishing thrusts. “Oh, fuck me, fuck me,” I whimpered as he took my cream and danced his fingers across my button. “Just keep going. Please.
Please!
” I wasn’t above begging. His cock felt so good, so thick and I wanted to feel him inside me when I came.

The door opened on the other side of the curtain. “Anyone in here?”

I almost screamed ‘yes’, but Nick put his hand over his mouth and leaned down to my ear. “Ssh.” The bastard slowed his pace, but didn’t stop.

“Hello? Anyone?” It was one of the night guards, a woman named Tricia.

“Go ahead, answer her.” I looked back at him and he had the most wicked grin on his face.

“Yes, I’m here.” I tried not to sound too preoccupied. Nick moved his hand back to my hip.

“Who are you?” She walked toward the curtain.

“Uh, Morgan. I’m with the band.” Oh for fucks sake, really? I just said that?

“Oh, are you Nick’s girlfriend?”

He’s got his dick in me right now, I’d say that’s affirmative. “Yes, I am.”

Nick wasn’t stopping.

“You are one lucky woman,” she laughed.

I looked back at Nick. He slammed into me harder and I could barely find my voice. “That I am.” What a damn cheeky bastard he was.

I heard the stall door open and shut. She wasn’t leaving, and Nick wasn’t done having his way with me. Tricia kept prattling on, asking rhetorical questions and flinging statements, but I was at the unmerciful end of my boyfriend’s libido, and he picked up his pace again, pressing and teasing my clit. I felt my climax building hard and fast; he felt so damn good. I was grabbing the bench and had lowered myself to my elbows to hang on.

I sucked my lip and bit down to keep from groaning and screaming his name. He was relentless, and I loved every plunge of him inside me. I didn’t know if I could hold off the climax.

“Well, I’m going to go do a round on the grounds.” I vaguely heard Tricia speaking. “Just lock up on the way out.”

“You got it.” My voice squeaked the response.

A moment later, I heard the door open and her shoes retreat from the locker room. The door clicked shut a second later.

“Oh shit! Shit!” I couldn’t hold back the words. “I’m coming, oh shit, I’m coming. Harder, Nick. Fuck me harder.” I was so near to the end. He heard me, and seemed more than happy to comply.

His finger was pressing and rubbing my clit, sending electricity though me and cranking me towards the top. “Come on, kitten,” he said. “Come for me. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock.” Dirty talk in a very dirty situation while he thrust inside me in a very dirty position. I wasn’t going to last long.

“Don’t scream.” It was his only warning before he gave my clit a quick sharp pinch.

The orgasm hit me hard and fast, and I wouldn’t have been able to scream even if he hadn’t told me not to. I couldn’t breathe, the climax stole my air and every part of me contracted at once. Nick pulled me hard on to him. “Ah, shit, kitten. Yes, yes! So good. So fucking good.” He pressed into me two more times, I felt him climax, spilling himself with a strangled yell.

What’s good for the goose and all that.

He slowed his pace and finished himself. I felt his forehead resting on my back as he slowly caught his breath. I didn’t think I’d be able to peel my fingers from the bench, and if I did, there were going to be permanent marks on it. Or me.

Nick slid his arms up my sides and pried my hands off the bench for me. He slipped out of me and helped me to stand, turning me around. I didn’t have a chance to say a thing. He crushed his mouth to mine and tortured me with his tongue.

He finally pulled back, studying me. I was still catching my breath, but he was quietly asking me a question with his silence. I took a few long, deep, satisfied breaths. “Shit. Nick. That was unbelievably dangerous and a total fucking rush.”

Nick let out a breath and smiled at me. “You were either going to hit me, or love it.”

“You are a cheeky bastard.”

“Let’s get reassembled here.” He reached for my breasts, tucking me back in my bra. Before I could reach for him and help him clean up, he grabbed my hand. “Morgan. The next time we do this, it’s going to be in a bed. I promise.”

“I’m okay with it.” I buttoned his pants carefully.

“I’m not,” he said. “As much fun as this is, I want to wake up next to you, naked. I want to have incredible sex with you and not have to get dressed before someone finds us.”

Well. Since he put it that way.

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“Y
ou’re still coming over this weekend?” Nick rubbed his thumb over my knuckles.

“You make me a promise like waking up naked with you and you think I’m going to turn you down?” I leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Fangirl says you’re insane if you think I’m going to say no.”

“Good.” He pulled the door open to the apartment. “And did you order what I asked you too?”

“Yes, I did.” I blushed. “I’ve never ordered anything like that before.”

“Again, good.” He smiled at me. “It’s about time I hit something out of your norm.”

“That was not a challenge.” I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow. With clothes the whole time.”

“Damn it.” He laughed. “Good night, kitten.”

“Good night, rocker-god.” I walked into the apartment building, and waved at him through the door. When I reached the stairs, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out and looked at the face of it. I didn’t know the number, so I swiped it open.

555-
8901
:
No matter how many pretty bitches you bring into your apartment, they are all going to pay with you.

Pretty bitches? What the hell did that mean? This was getting tedious. I had to confront Dominic about it. I cleared the screen and put the phone back, pulling out my keys. The door popped open before I could get the door unlocked; the motion yanked the keys out of my hand.

“You have a visitor.” Lisa was standing there and her words were without preamble and loaded with anxiety.

“Hi, nice to see you too. I thought you were going to your boy-toy’s place?”

“He had something he had to take care of.” Something was really bothering her.

I stared at her. “Want to move so I can come in.”

“Oh, right.” She stepped out of the door and I walked in, tossing my purse in the usual spot. I pulled the keys out of the door and moved to drop them in my purse.

That was when I saw the girl at the kitchen table.

The keys clattered on to the counter, completely missing my purse. I stared at the girl there, dumbfounded. I worked my jaw a little, but when your past walks in and sits down for dinner, you have a little trouble dealing with it. “Ni...Nicole?”

She looked up at me, her hands wrapped around a mug of something steaming. Her face burst into a smile, but I could see the cracks in my little sister’s face. The ones that said she’d been crying and she was tired and worn down.

Worse, I knew I’d seen this before—on my own face.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” I was boiling mad. Holy crap, if my father was here...

“I ran away,” she said, almost preemptively. “Well. Kind of. You can’t really run away when you’re not a minor. I called the county cops yesterday. Dad already had a missing persons out on me. I told them I wasn’t missing, I just left. I was alive and fine and I would be in touch soon enough.”

“You didn’t call him from—”

“I used a disposable phone.” Nicole cut me off. “I bought it in Chicago. Activated it in Sandusky with a Wisconsin number. I didn’t make the call from anywhere near here. I’m good at evading dad.”

“Why the hell are you here?” I was really confused and worried and flabbergasted.

“I...” She sighed. “I wanted to talk to you. Walter won’t tell me about you. He wouldn’t give me your phone number. He says you’re a harlot and not a part of the family. But I can’t believe that. Bran...Bran always smiled when he talked about you.”

“You...you’ve talked to Bran?” I found a chair and sat. My entire past was vomiting up from my memory into my present.

“He can’t move out of the county. He has to register and no other town in the area will sell him a place to live because of it.” Nicole sighed. “Dad and Walter say it’s no less than he deserves. But I don’t believe them. I don’t believe much dad says anymore.”

I shoved everything coming up, back down. “What did dad do?”

“He accused my boyfriend of raping me.” Her answer was quiet, angry and sad all at once.

I was too shocked my sister was sitting in my kitchen to really react to what she had just told me. “Did your boyfriend rape you?”

“No!” Her answer was a gasp.

“Did you sleep with him?” I watched as she ran her thumb back and forth over the lip of the mug. “Nicole. I’m your
sister
. You came all this way because of that. We haven’t seen each other in six years. You don’t know me from jack. There must be something that drove you to come fourteen hours to Pittsburgh to find me. So unless you really came all this way for hot cocoa, you’re going to have drop the shy crap and be honest with me. Did you sleep with your boyfriend?”

She absorbed what I said, which was just pointing out the obvious. “Yes.” She bobbed her head. “But he didn’t rape me.”

I stared at her. “What made you come here?” This was so not what I needed. I’d moved away from Edgar because I couldn’t deal with that shit. It took me a long time to get over what happened. In fact, if I were being truthful, I’d
never
gotten over it. I never would. And now my sister, whom I willfully left behind with the crap that went down there, was sitting in front of me. I was pretty sure history was about to repeat itself.

“Brandon,” she said.

“He made you come here?!” Brandon didn’t know where I lived.

“No, no he didn’t make me.” She shook her head emphatically. “I talked to him. He was so sad, so innocent. Leanna loves him so much and the whole thing just hangs over their heads.” She looked at me. “Did you know he has to check in every month with a sex offender parole officer because of you?”

I slammed my hand on the table, and I heard it crack. “It is not my fault! If you came here to accuse me of being the reason behind this, you can take your little ass right back out that door and promptly fuck off!”

She burst into tears. “No! No! That’s not what I meant! That’s notoh screw it. Screw it.” Nicole stood up and headed right for the door.

“Nicole!” Lisa leapt up and stepped in front of her. “You said you had nowhere to go, and you’re not going leave like this.”

I put my head in my hands. “Lisa—”

“No.” Lisa was hanging onto Nicole’s arm. “No. The girl has nowhere to go. She ran away from home. She won’t go out into the streets.” Lisa glared at me.

Nicole ran back over to me, tripped and fell to the floor next to me. “Morgan, I didn’t mean it that way! I didn’t. I meant the lawsuit. I’ve listened to what Dad and Walt said about this my whole life and it just slipped out. Please, please. I’m sorry. They’re doing the same thing to me. They pushed John away, they’re trying to get the charges pushed through. Please, help me. Help John. I love him, and they’re wrecking our lives.” She collapsed in heap. “Even if all we know is stupid teenager love, what they’re doing is going to wreck us for life. I saw what happened with Bran. Please.”

I looked at her on the floor. Nineteen year old drama queen. “Get off the floor, Nicole.” She sniffled and shook her head. “If you want anyone to take you seriously, get off the floor and don’t go throwing yourself on it anymore. If you think you’re really in love with someone, stand tall.”

She swallowed and took the hand I offered her. She foisted herself off the floor and I pointed to the living room. “Go, sit. And please remember I don’t know you anymore. I know you’re my little sister, but you grew up in the six years I’ve been gone.”

She nodded and walked into the living room. I looked at Lisa who was now busy pouring three glasses of wine. She smiled at me, and I nodded. “Thank you. I would have let her go.”

She handed me one of the glasses. “I know your history is hard to talk about. And I know if that was my sister, I wouldn’t want her to have the same history.” She paused. “No one goes homeless if I have anything to say.”

I took a sip of the wine and nodded, understanding. I motioned for the other glass. “You’re absolutely right. I have to not let this get to me. She doesn’t deserve this.”

Lisa nodded and followed me into the living room where we found Nicole curled up on the couch, her legs tucked under her. I held out the glass to her, and she looked surprised. “I’m only nineteen.”

“And you grew up in rural Wisconsin,” I said. “I have no doubt you’ve been drunk more times than I can count. The only thing you have to learn is that Natty Light is not acceptable in polite company. So we start with wine.” I held the glass out and this time she took it, with a large swallow.

I walked over to the loveseat and Lisa folded herself up into the chair there. I stared at my glass of wine, and then glanced up at my sister, who was also studying the play of light in her glass. I sighed and she looked at me. “What happened? Start from the beginning. What brought you here?”