Team Niklas (The Saints Team #3) (14 page)

“Soon,” I agreed.

“I love you Sah-sha,” he said, and I froze. I looked
up at him but his eyes were closed and his breathing steady, as he had drifted
off again.

“I love you too, Nik,” I whispered. Wow, I was getting
brave, even if I was the only one to hear me say that.

Chapter 17

It was awful to see and kind of hot too—The Russian was right, the coach
was working their asses into the ground. Alice and I watched from the office
window. Instead of enjoying the training break, the whole team was punished for
Buzz and The Russian’s in-house fighting—probably because it wasn’t the first
time and Johan was trying to establish it would be the last. I could see from
afar that Doc and the physio guys were pulling Nik and Harry out of the mix a
fair bit to allow for their recovery.

A few journos arrived and after getting the call from
reception to announce them, I left Alice and escorted them to the grounds. Johan,
Shayne and I agreed earlier on the official line—the in-house fighting was to
be denied and we were going with the coach giving them one final workout before
letting them have four days off for the bye. I escorted the journos to the
field and they took some pics, had a chat with Johan and Shayne, who watered
down the injuries as just the usual fallout from a match.

I tried not to look at Nik but it was impossible,
what’s a girl to do? He was there training lightly and looking gorgeous, a sweat
sheen on his body, and standing out in the pack. Fuck he was hot, and now I
was. He glanced up at me and gave me a sexy stare with just the hint of a
smile. Best not to smile when training—the coach takes that as evidence that
you’re not working hard enough and will double your load.

Lucas was counting down the crunches. I could feel my
body clenching in supportive agony... they would need the four days to recover.
The Russian at least had the good grace to look humble, Buzz on the other hand
just looked defiant—I doubted he would be re-signed at the end of the season on
his behavior alone, unless he turned up such a brilliant few games that he made
himself indispensable. I gave Shayne a sign that I was returning to the office
and leaving the journos in his care which was our normal procedure if the media
wanted to stay on for training. I took another quick peek at Nik to get my fill
of him and moved on.

*****

Wednesday night I got to pick where we would go out for dinner. I hadn’t
broached the subject of the weekend bye yet and if Nik was free to hang out,
but I assumed he had already made plans from what Anton said. I was kind of
leaving it open in case he hadn’t. God I hated that I did that, but I couldn’t
help myself. I really was an all-in or all-out person when it came to relationships,
just like I had been with Adam. You would think I would learn.

 I took a sip of my green tea and looked at the
gorgeous German man opposite me.

“Nik, I know this is only the second restaurant we’ve
tried,” I said, “but if we were to keep eating out like this, how long until
you go broke and we have to go back to my grilled cheeses and cheap wine for
dinner?” It was my turn to choose a restaurant and I had selected Japanese
tonight—we had established that we both loved our food and eating out. Trying
some of the better places in town was just a bonus that I couldn’t have
afforded on my own—we shared fresh sushi for starters and were now onto
Teriyaki chicken and Yakizakana or grilled fish.

Nik—looking divine in black suit pants and a light
gray knit pullover—did the calculation in his head. I just loved watching him,
he was so beautiful. I could almost hear his accountant brain doing the math.

“Well, Sah-sha, If you exhaust me with your sexual
demands so that I can only play out my two-year contract with the Saints; and
we don’t spend money on anything else but eating out, we’ll be right for
ninety-six years at this rate,” he said.

My eyes widened. “Wow, so I can order a cola then?”

“That will make it ninety-five years, but if you want
to be reckless…” he shrugged. “We haven’t added your potential designer income.
You might end up supporting me if I retire injured.”

I gave him a shocked expression. “No way am I doing
that,” I said, and he laughed.

“I’ll return all favors in kind,” he said.

“Okay, done,” I agreed.

“Wow, that was the easiest contract I’ve ever
negotiated.” Nik looked surprised, using his chop sticks to devour a mouthful
of steamed rice.

“Niklas, are you calling me easy?” I asked.

He reached for his green tea and swallowed a sip. “I
think you trapped me Sah-sha,” he said.

“I think I did,” I agreed. “Are you staying the night
with me?”

He smiled, my question taking him by surprise. “I was
hoping to, yes. Is that okay?”

I nodded. “Of course.” I lowered my voice and leaned
in close to him. “I want to see your face when we make love tonight.”

He looked away from me, his gaze returning to his
green tea. “Sure, if you like,” he said, with an attempt to keep his voice
nonchalant but I could see he was in panic mode, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he
swallowed down his fear.

“I won’t ask about the scars, I promise,” I whispered.

He nodded but didn’t look at me. And then I saw Tomás
and Alice enter. I waved to Alice and they came over.

“Hey, didn’t know you were going to be here?” Alice
said.

“Alice, Tango,” Nik greeted them.

“Hey Kaiser, Sass…sha, it’s not my first choice,”
Tomás said, and he didn’t look happy. “I’ll have to have a meal when I get home.”
He rolled his eyes and Alice hit his arm. Nik laughed.

“Why don’t guys like Japanese?” I asked.

“Because it’s light, and fish and pickle stuff,” Tomás
answered.

“I like it,” Nik said. “So well prepared and fresh.”

I looked at him with appreciative eyes. He was a man
of good taste.

“Want to join us?” Alice asked.

“No,” Nik said, flatly. “But thanks.”

Alice looked put out, Tomás grinned at Nik’s
directness and I tried to smooth it over.

“He wants me to go under the table soon,” I shrugged
to Alice, “and you don’t want to see that.”

Tomás laughed again. Bless him for having a sense of
humor while Alice looked a mixture of mortified and disbelieving. Nik on the
hand looked as though I had just had the best idea since the missionary
position was deemed boring.

“See you around the club,” Tomás said, and grabbed
Alice’s hand, departing.

“Well...” Nik said.

“Well, have you tried this teriyaki chicken?” I asked
putting a piece directly in line with his lips. He snapped it off my
chopsticks.

“Mm,” he said, with appreciation. “When are you doing
it? Going under the table?” His eyes were wide and from the way he shuffled in
his seat I’m guessing he was hard for the idea.

“Nah, I just said that so we could sit by ourselves,”
I teased him.

“No Sarsh, come on, I’ve had a concussion. You need to
check everything is in working order,” he moaned.

I shook my head at him. “I have four words for you,
Nik...”

His eyes lit up with anticipation. “Okay?”

“Pass the steamed rice.”

He groaned and I laughed.

“I promise to take an inventory of your body and make
sure everything is working as soon as we get to my bed,” I said. “Okay?”

“If under the table is out of the question, I guess
that will be fine,” he said. “That is a beautiful dress, Sah-sha.” He ran his
eye from my neck to the table line.

“Thanks, again.” He had told me that a few times. I
designed it. It’s one of my favorite designs—a black button down long sleeve
dress with a white collar and white wrist sleeve cuffs. It went to below the
knees and I wore black knee-length boots with it.

“What have you got on underneath?” he teased.

“Nothing,” I said, sipping my green tea. Considerate
as I am, I had worn a dress that buttoned right down the front with nothing
underneath but my knee high boots. And I mean nothing.

Nik stopped and stared at me. “But lingerie, what
lingerie do you have underneath?”

I shook my head. “None.”

“Fuck me,” he whispered. “Finished?”

Men.
I nodded and was out of my seat before
him.

*****

My feet didn’t touch the ground from the moment we came through my front
door and we arrived in my bedroom. Praise be the patron saint of fit men—Nik
picked me up in the hallway, ran up the stairs to my loft bedroom with me in
his arms and had me in the bedroom before I had time to truly appreciate his
muscles involved in the exercise. Nik called out hello to Prada as we went up
the stairs, bless him, he was earning serious brownie points. He put me down on
the edge of the bed.

“Tonight Sah-sha is the night where we don’t muck
around, so don’t move,” he ordered, not taking his eyes off me as I sat on the
edge of the bed. I don’t think he believed I was completely naked beneath my
dress—I deliberately went commando, knowing I could slip the fact in somewhere
during the night. He slipped off his knitted jumper, the white t-shirt under
it, pushed off his shoes and socks, undid his belt and then looked at me. I
could see the scars on his body and the tatts down his arm and side, across his
ribs. I tried not to focus on the scars; I didn’t need him freaking out, I just
wanted us to have sex tonight.

“I want to unwrap you, like a present,” he said and
strode over with his sexy tailored pants on and naked chest. He leaned down and
unzipped my boots, taking off each one before standing again, and reaching for
me.

“Pants first,” I said, unzipping
him as they were right in my eye line. He grabbed a condom from the pocket, put
it on the drawer beside the bed and stepped out of his black trousers. He threw
them over a chair and turned back to find me studying his package, back to
front.

He smiled. “Okay?”

“Oh yes,” I nodded,
enthusiastically. Tonight he had on black boxer briefs with a white waist band
and in preparation; he had a huge erection that just made me wetter. I wanted
to rush too, in case we were interrupted by friends or karma like jilted
sisters, concussion, bloody noses, low blood pressure or visiting friends!

He reached down and lifted me from
under my elbows, raising me to standing height. He took a deep breath and undid
the first button on my dress, working his way down. I heard the sharp intake of
his breath as he revealed my breasts and hardened nipples, my ribs, my stomach
and hips, the pale hair on my mound to the final button that revealed me as
completely naked.

“Fucking magnificent Sah-sha,” he
said, with a slow smile. I swear the man was panting slightly and his erection was
engorged. He pulled the dress back off my shoulders, threw it over his pants on
the chair, and looked at me completely naked in front of him.

He reached for me, his fingers
stroked over my hips, up through the hourglass of my waist, to cup my breasts
before running over my nipples, sending shivers racing through every nerve
ending.

“You make me want to be dirty with
you, Sah-sha, put you over my knee and spank you for being so bad. Why is that?”
he frowned, the heat in his eyes tingling my skin.

 “I can’t imagine Nik. I thought
going out without underwear was normal,” I said as innocently as I could
muster.

He smiled, leaned down and just
when I thought he was going to lick my needy nipple, he kept going until he was
kneeling in front of me, his hands on my hips and his mouth right in front of
my vagina. Fuck, my knees went weak. There was no way I was going to be able to
stand if Nik’s tongue found its way inside me, and then it did.

His hands clasped my butt cheeks
pushing me forward, closer to his mouth and the tip of his tongue teased my
clit, making all my muscles clench. I put my hands in his short hair and
gasped. He moved his hands to my front and peeled back my lips, exposing my
insides to him and his swift tongue worked every inch of me while my body
clenched and I gasped in pleasure.

“Nik,” I heard myself cry out as
my legs gave way and he scooped me up and laid me on the bed, spreading my legs
wide. I instinctively closed them but he was wedged between and they would only
close to the width of his broad shoulders. This was different to what I had
before with my ex-husband… I couldn’t explain it; it was more intense, more
private, more about just the two of us and not just filling a need. I had never
had that.

Nik’s tongue worked me, coming
back to suck on my clit, the heat bursting through me. Just when I thought I was
going to come in a huge screaming rush, Nik moved out from between my legs.

“No Nik, I’m so close,” I warned him.
I’d come without him if he stopped.

He ignored me and flipped me over
on the bed and began to play with me from behind, picking up the pace just as
quickly as before so I didn’t come off my high. I squirmed with embarrassment. This
was too intimate for now, I wasn’t ready for it. His fingers were separating my
butt cheeks, circling my anus, pushing into my vagina. I tried to pull away
from him.

“I won’t enter you, trust me,” he
said and I buried my face in the bed cover, embarrassed by the pleasure and
intimacy. Fuck it was unbelievable, the sensations, the sensitivity—his fingers
came out of my vagina and circled and pinched my clit, while another finger continued
to play around my anus. All the time I was being controlled by Nik’s large
hands, not able to move an inch, my whole body was bucking. I came in rush of
light and ecstasy, and I think I screamed Nik and God’s name several times. I
was panting, but he didn’t give me time to come down, there was an urgency
about tonight. He kept me lying on my stomach, I heard the condom tear and he
was pushing against my vagina to enter me from behind again.

Before I could stop him, he was
sliding in and my body was arching with his entry, both the pleasure and pain.

“Fuck
Süsse
, you are super tight after coming,” he said, and stopped,
holding my hips and waiting, getting control. He began again shortly after,
controlling my body, pushing into me, his hands making circling motions around
my butt, teasing in and out of the fold of my lips below. It was the most amazing
experience—I felt more naked then I had ever felt, more exposed, so fucking
turned on I couldn’t form a sentence.