Team Niklas (The Saints Team #3) (10 page)

Chapter 13

I didn’t want to be with other people tonight, I
wanted to be with Nik. I thought about it a lot during the day; I’m not sure I
could be as open with my feelings as Nik could—maybe if I had met him before
Adam, but once bitten, twice shy; once burnt, twice singed, I think I made that
last one up but you get the picture. Half a dozen of my friends were at the
Ska
Bar
; I just wanted to taste Nik. I got his text a few hours after the game.

NICK: Done post-game drinks, want
to escape. Need to C U

ME: Same. Where?

NICK: Your place, 20 mins?

ME: C U there. Can’t wait to C U

That was big for me. BIG. I had
given Adam everything—all my faith and love, hope, trust, virginity, everything
and in return I got hot sex, a hot guy and a shitload of drama. Now, I wanted
to meet Nik halfway, but to be honest I was fucking terrified. I spent a lot of
time putting up all these walls to protect myself and they weren’t going to come
down overnight, but I was working on it. Even putting that little bit extra on
my text took a deep breath and a lot of bravery. For Nik, it seemed so easy, probably
nothing.

I said a quick goodbye to my friends
and raced home. I wanted to get home before he arrived so I could shower and
change into fresh clothes—get the club smell off me. I raced in, had a shower
and changed into jeans and a loose off-the-shoulder gypsy top in white. I
slipped on some white ballet slippers. I really should be sewing tonight; I had
orders but the only order I wanted was the command to hit the sheets with Nik.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, was going to stop me having sex with him tonight… with
luck.

He was right on time—German
precision—I like that, and by the time I got to the door I was so nervous it
was insane. I don’t even get nervous presenting my media strategy to the
board—I figure I know this stuff, they don’t, who gives a fuck? But I could
barely breathe when I opened the door to him. He waltzed in wearing jeans, a black
button down shirt and dress shoes; man this guy could dress himself. His eyes
looked so blue and with his tan and blond hair, he was breathtaking. He didn’t
speak, just picked me up, kicked the door closed with his foot and kissed me.

It was one hell of a kiss. My feet
still weren’t on the ground as his tongue slipped between my lips and I sucked
on it, making him groan. He was hard, all over, and eventually he pulled away
and put me down.

He grinned at me. “Hello, Sah-sha, hello Prada,” he
looked around and greeted my cat. He returned his gaze to me.

“You look so beautiful,” he said, as he ran his hands
along my bare shoulders and down my back. I suspect he noticed I had no bra on,
but it was an off-the-shoulder top and I was at home after all. My throat was
so tight and my stomach was full of butterflies. I said the safest thing: “You
had a great game, congrats.”

“Thanks, it went well.” He shrugged casually. I knew
the kind of pressure he was under to perform. You didn’t get contracts like his
without a pile of expectations on your shoulders.

“No, you were brilliant today and right now, you
look... delicious,” I said, still holding his arms and looking up at him.

“Good enough to eat?” he asked.

“Absolutely.”

“I haven’t seen your bedroom yet,” he said with a
glance to my suspended room. “I’ve come close a few times,” he said, his lips
curling up slightly into a smile.

“You can see it from here,” I teased him. It was open
and on display—but there was only one way up there. “Would you like a tour?” I
asked.

“Yes, right now would be good,” he said.

My eyes flicked to the bulge in his jeans and back to
the stairs to my room. Seems like there was no time like the present.

“Allow me.” I took his hand and undertook the job of
tour leader. “If you would like to follow me… Should I hold up an umbrella or
something in case we get lost in the crowd?”

“I’ll find you anywhere,” he said, with a slight
impatient growl.

I grinned and led him to the stairs and he was so
close behind me I swear I couldn’t have fitted a condom between us. When we got
to the top of the stairs, he stopped and took in my suspended bedroom.

“This is great,” he said, removing his gaze from me for
just a moment while he took in the room. “Very you, Sah-sha.”

“Yeah? Thanks,” I said, studying the room again to
work out exactly what that meant. The room was in alignment with the top
triangle of the large windows and a row of trees outside the window—it was like
being in a tree house and totally private. The bed was in the center of the
room and a large candle-like chandelier in white crystals hung from the middle
of the room. The quilt and sheets were red and gold and I had stacks of pillows
because I liked being piled high.

“Now I have seen your room Sah-sha,” he said as he turned
to me, “I want to see every inch of you.”

I choked on air and began spluttering. Nik laughed and
reached for my hand, then led me to the bed.

“Lie with me for a while,” he said. He kicked off his
shoes and I did the same. I’m guessing he was pretty exhausted after the
intensity of the game. He sat on the edge of the bed, then leaned back on the
pillows and pulled me next to him. I nestled against his chest—this was so
nice, so relaxing, undemanding, and intimate.

I put my hand on his chest and felt him breathing. He
still had an impressive bulge in his jeans that was keen to be released but he
was taking it very slowly.

“This is the first time all day I have relaxed,” he
said, “so good to be here with you Sah-sha.” He said the words softly, near my
ear and I drank them in. I needed this more than he would know, just to breathe
him in and top up on Nik. To feel like nothing or no-one else mattered, for
tonight at least. I knew he would make his move when he was ready but I knew he
needed me to be okay with it as well. I hadn’t really made it easy for him.

As he held me tightly against him, I ran my fingers
over his chest, trailing up his arms, every now and then just passing by the
top of his jeans, not quite close enough to his erection for his liking, but
enough to put his body on alert. He winced as I touched near his rib and I
leaned up and gently pulled up his shirt. He was black with bruises from the
game.

“Ouch, that hurt?” I asked.

“Really badly,” he teased. “You should kiss it
better.”

“Think that will help?” I asked, looking at his blue
eyes as they appraised me.

“If Doc was here, he’d prescribe it,” Nik insisted.

I grinned at him and slowly undid the buttons on his
shirt, pulling it back to reveal his chest. It was a glorious sight that I’m
sure I would never get sick of—lean, muscular, tanned with a spattering of
bruises and some interesting ink that started on his side and continued to his
back. I would have to explore that later. I leaned in and pressed my lips to
his ribs. His body tensed and his hand ran through my hair.

“It’s sore here too, Sarsh.” He abbreviated my name
and pointed to the other side of his chest.

“Really? You poor thing.” I moved my lips to the other
side of his chest at his direction.

“And here.” He pointed down lower. I flicked him a
suspicious glance and he laughed. That sexy dimple appeared again near his chin
and then he winced. “Ouch, that did hurt. Don’t make me laugh.”

I caught him by surprise, trailing my fingernails down
his jeans over his erection, and his breath hissed through his teeth. He said
something in German but I think it was good. He put his hands under my arms and
rolled me over, leaning over the top of me. He studied me as though he wanted
to remember the moment, moving in to kiss me and then he moved down my neck and
over my bare shoulders. Gentle, seductive kisses, all the time his strong arms
holding his weight above me, his body flexing. Fuck he was so sexy and I kept forgetting
to breathe, so I was constantly gasping for small pockets of air.

He began to lower my top, my heart rate when into
turbo drive and then he pulled it past my nipple, exposing my whole breast. My
breath hitched, I bit my lower lip, and my nipple hardened before my eyes and
his. It looked fantastic. If I was a guy, it would have turned me on no end. I
lost that train of thought as Nik made this hungry, groaning sound in his
throat. With the tip of his tongue he licked it and then wrapped his mouth around
it, holy fuck, my body went into arch mode.

“Nik,” I said, my hand running across his short cropped,
blond hair.

“Mm?” he said, not looking up or releasing my nipple.
I couldn’t speak and with a tug he released my nipple and looked at me.

“Sah-sha?” he said, concern on his face.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped.

He chuckled. “Then don’t interrupt me. I’m very busy.”

“But I want you naked,” I said, noticing we were both
still dressed.

“Be patient,” he instructed me. “I don’t want to miss
anything. Next time, we’ll tear each other’s clothes off, but tonight, I have
to get all these images in my mind to last me until I see you next.”

He lowered my top releasing my other breast and looked
at them both. I’m glad they distracted him and he didn’t look at me with the tears
I tried to blink out of my eyes. I loved that he wanted to memorize my body and
this moment, as though it was important to him.

“Beautiful,” he said, about my breasts—even though I
was tallish and a bit colt like, they were more than a handful but not too
generous. He ran a thumb over one nipple and took the other in his mouth,
sucking it. Fuck it was unbelievable; I felt an urgent aching between my legs,
almost a dull pain... I hadn’t felt that for a long while.

Please don’t let me come yet
, I begged the
goddess of orgasms. I hadn’t had sex for over a year, since filing for divorce
I had lost my appetite for it, but this was good... I needed this. My back
arched and I moaned with pleasure. Nik’s hand moved down to my jeans, undoing
them and he pulled away from my breasts long enough to pull them down. I helped,
then struggled to get his off and he removed them swiftly.

“Slow down wild cat,” he said, with a smile. I tried
to but I wanted to see him naked, I wanted to see every inch of him but Nik wasn’t
in for a fuck; he was in for an experience.

“These are cute, Sah-sha,” he said holding my hips
down and admiring my white lace boy panties. He ran a finger around the edges
and then straight down the middle over the fabric, past my clit. I leapt with
the charge between us; I think he gave me an electric shock again.

“I want to see you,” I complained, wiggling away from
him and forcing him onto his side. He sighed and I pushed him a bit further to
get him onto his back.

“So bossy, Sarsh,” he teased me and obliged.

“Oh wow,” I said, making him laugh again. I gazed at
the huge erection that was pressing against the fabric of a pair of fitted
white boxer briefs. That was super-hot, an amazing sight, I wished I could take
a photo.

“You’ve seen one before haven’t you... an erection?”
he asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“Not like this,” I flattered him, wrinkling my nose at
him. I sat on my haunches, topless and only wearing my lace panties, and worked
my way between his legs.

“What are you doing?” he asked, amused, watching me. “You
know I was in the middle of something—you, actually.” He reached for my nipple
again and I pulled away.

“I want to memorize your body and this night too,” I
said, “such a good idea.” I wedged myself between his long, powerful, tanned
legs, and admired his body. My legs extended underneath his. I’ve never seen a
better fitting pair of boxer-briefs and taking pride of place was that amazing
erection, stretching the fabric. Glorious.

“Can I get back to you now?” he asked, leaning up on
his elbows.

“Shh, no,” I said. I just wanted to touch him, to
reveal his erection, to suck on him. I don’t know why the urge overtook me, but
he looked so powerful and smelled so good. He reached for me again and I
stopped him.

“Nik, don’t make me come up there,” I threatened him.
“My room, my rules.”

He smiled, and then groaned. “I want to taste you for
fuck’s sake.”

“Soon,” I said, and I touched his huge mound, running
my fingers over the fabric.

“Holy fuck, Sah-sha.” He exhaled.

I trailed my nails gently, feeling him from the tip to
down between his legs. I reached for the fabric and slowly pulled down his
briefs, revealing his penis like a present. His erection throbbed as I repositioned
myself to pull off his briefs. I discarded them and then I brought my tongue to
the tip of his erection and Nik grasped the sheets. I licked and sucked and
watched as he arched his back. I looked up at his chest and that’s when I
noticed them again—small scars, round and a mixture of gashes; most hidden by
ink. And then Nik’s eyes narrowed as he saw me looking. I ran my hand up to
circle one of the scars and he grabbed my hand and pulled it away from his
body.

“Wait, Sarsh,” he said, and took charge. He sat up,
hurriedly pushed me back on the bed and brought himself down on me.

“Those scars...” I said.

“Nothing. Just from years of sport, boy stuff,” he
said. I studied his face and he gave nothing away, it was locked, devoid of all
emotion. Then he licked his lower lip, his eyes questioning mine; I couldn’t
imagine him looking more uncomfortable. I lay on my back looking up at him and
I grabbed his jaw.

“You’re doing that lock jaw thing again,” I said,
looking into his eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He nodded.

“Nik?”

“Just let me have you, Sah-sha,” he said, “I’ve been
getting off on this for days, but now you are really here.” He dropped my gaze
and returned his eyes to my body. He exhaled, as though he was refocusing. His
erection was still pressing into me so he hadn’t lost interest. Just when I
thought he was about to go inside me, he pushed himself down the bed and held
down my hips with his large hands. My stomach clenched and I dropped my head
back on the bed. Nik felt me tense.