The Lost Days (Prairie Town Book 3) (18 page)

“Y-yes.”

“And you know how important Kelly is to me?”

Another hard slap to his ass had him painfully hard and leaking like a faucet.

“Yes!”

“Then why are you distracting me?” Nick’s fingers trailed over his stinging cheeks, slipping between them briefly before pulling away. 

“Because...I don’t know.” He couldn’t think properly at the moment.  He was aching for release, needing to be touched and kissed and loved.  Even though he knew Nick would never completely be his—as he’d explained late one night after another mind blowing orgasm—Devin was willing to do whatever it took to keep the small ounce of happiness he’d found with him.

“You need to know something about me before this goes any further, Dev-o.” Nick ran his fingers through his hair, so gently and slowly.  “I need you to understand how this needs to work for me.”

Opening one eye lazily, he peered at him and grinned.  “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Nick shifted on the bed and rested an elbow against the pillow, his warm gaze never leaving Devin’s.  “I don’t want you to be confused, and a part of me really hopes you can accept what I’m going to say because I really like you.”

“I really like you, too, Nick.” He carefully sat up on the bed and frowned.  “What is it?”

Nick’s tongue, that damn talented thing, darted out to lick his lips as his eyebrows pinched together. 

Uh oh.  That didn’t seem good.  What was he about to say?

Swallowing his nerves into place, he grabbed for a blanket to cover his naked body and scooted closer to Nick.  “What do you need to tell me?”

“I’m not like other people, Devin.” He laced his fingers with his and allowed his thumb to slide over his knuckles.  “I operate differently when it comes to stuff like this.”

“Tell me about it.” Devin chuckled.  “I mean, I can’t remember anyone else to compare you to, but you seem pretty damn different to me – in a good way, of course.”

“Thanks, baby.  I appreciate the compliment.  But,”—his fingers tightened around Devin’s—“I need you to know that what I’m looking for, relationship wise, is probably a hell of a lot different than what you’re looking for.”

“Okay.” He blinked, trying to choose his words carefully.  “So...you don’t want a relationship or anything? I can live with that.  I’m happy with this, whatever ‘this’ is.”

“I’m happy with it, too, but that’s not exactly what I mean.” Nick released his hand and sat up, facing him.  His brown eyes sparkled as he searched his face, a small smile playing on his lips.  “I would date you in a heart beat, Devin.  That’s not an issue here, okay?”

“Then what is?”

Sighing loudly, Nick ran a palm over his head and pursed his lips together in thought, and then he nodded.  “I want you, but I want someone else, too.”

“Oh.” He dropped his gaze to the bed.

“Hey now, let me explain.” Two warm hands framed his face and forced him to look up again.  Nick gazed at him with fear in his eyes.  “Hear me out before you call it quits, huh?  Please?”

Was Nick afraid of losing him?

Devin’s heart fluttered at the thought.  What if no one had ever been afraid of losing him before?

“I’m not calling it quits.  I just...I guess I was sort of hoping I’d be enough.” He rolled his eyes.  “I mean, not that I think I’m anything special, but I thought what we had going here was a good thing...”

“It is a good thing.  God, Devin, you have no idea how good it is.” He kissed him once, twice. “But, it can be better.  It can be so much better for you and me.”

“I’m not following.”

“Okay.  Let me try a different approach.”

His eyes followed Nick’s every move as he got up from the bed and moved towards the window.  The muscles in his back danced with every step.  Pulling the curtain back a few inches, he peered out into the darkness of the night and motioned for Devin to join him.  “Come here.”

Even though his legs felt like jelly, he got up anyway and moved to stand beside him.  “What are you looking at?”

“You see that light there?  Just a few houses down?” His fingertip pressed against the glass and he turned his head to look at him.

“Is that Kelly’s house?”

“Exactly.” Letting the curtain fall back into place, Nick moved his hands to rest against his hips and pulled him in for another breathtaking kiss, suckling at his bottom lip until Devin moaned.  “Don’t you think...”—the tip of his tongue forced its way into his mouth, teasing him—“Kelly’s pretty and...”—he nipped his upper lip—“it might be nice to include her?”

“Include her?” He was breathless, dizzy, and ready for round two.  “You mean...the three of us...?  Together?”

“Mhm.” Nick’s hands slid down to his naked ass and grabbed him possessively, pulling him closer, closer, until their erections could touch.  “You, me, and Kelly.”

“That does sound nice, but—”

“But what?” Nick’s eyes slowly opened and he gazed at him curiously, a perfectly shaped eyebrow arching.  “I don’t like buts, Devin.  Not those kind.”

“Sorry, I just...I don’t think Kelly is attracted to me like that.”

“How do you know for certain?” His fingers caressed his cheek.  “Did she say she isn’t?”

“No, but...”—he huffed in frustration—“she remembers the real me, Nick.  There’s no possible way she’d give me a second glance after what I’ve done. I’m—”

“Amazing.” He cut him off, leaning in to kiss him again.  “Perfect. Sexy.”

He melted against him then, unable to argue as desire took hold and his mind shut down.  There was no way he could think of a decent retort when Nick’s mouth was on his like that.

“Just think about it, okay?  Think about how great life could be if the three of us got together.  You might like it if you give it a shot.” Nick’s husky voice echoed in his mind.  “Will you give it a shot?  With me?”

“In a heartbeat, but what about Kelly?  What if this isn’t something she wants?  What if I’m not something she wants?”

“Let me worry about that.” He captured his lips in another hungry kiss as he hoisted him up from the floor and carried him back to bed.  “For now, just let me taste you.”

His back hit the mattress and he bounced once, twice, before crying out from the sensation of Nick’s hot, wonderful mouth engulfing him.

“Y-yes...” He groaned, gripping the sheets and holding on for dear life.  “Oh, fuck. Yes.  Nick...”  

The memory faded away and the room was suddenly too hot.  If he’d been aching before, he was in pure agony now.  Things between him and Nick could definitely get better if Kelly agreed to join them.  But, how?

“I think you do know.” Nick pulled him from his thoughts as he grabbed his ass cheeks and parted them.

When the hell had he gotten on his knees?  Oh, God.

“Tell me why you’re distracting me, Devin.  Be honest.”

“I...I...Oh, sh-shit.” Nick’s teeth raked over the flesh of his ass and he forgot how to speak.  What were words? 

Trembling and struggling to keep himself upright, he strained to look over his shoulder and whimpered from the sight of Nick on his knees, kissing and biting at his left ass cheek.  “I...c-can’t help it.  You...you’re so damn...distracting?”

Nick’s quiet chuckle made his heart want to explode. 

“You’re not even making sense right now.  Do I really get you that tore up?”

Slowly turning to face him, Devin peered down at the magnificent creature known as Nicholas Laveau and nodded slowly.  “Yes.”

“That’s great.  That’s seriously great.” Nick stood back up and grabbed his hips, pulling him closer.  “I’m glad I can be distracting, Dev-o, but this surprise isn’t going to finish itself.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to his chin.  “If Kelly wasn’t due to be home in a matter of minutes, I’d show you what else I could do with my mouth.”

Devin groaned in protest.  It was one thing to be spanked in someone else’s basement, but to be teased with
that
mouth and then have it taken away?  That had to be some form of cruel and unusual punishment.

“You’re not going to leave me like this, are you?” His voice quivered as he gazed into his eyes.

Nick glanced down between them and grinned before gripping his cock and pulling playfully.  “What? Like this?” He rolled his eyes.  “I
suppose
we’ve got just enough time for a quickie.  If you want it.”

“I want it.” His mouth went dry.  “I want it, Nick.  Please.”

“Mm, I love it when you beg,” Nick stated huskily as he sank to his knees again.  “Do it again.”

“Please.” He licked his lips and stared down at him.  What a beautiful sight it was, really, to see Nick’s fingers wrapped around him. 

He’s amazing.

“Please, what?”

“Please suck my dick.”

“All right, but only because you said please.” Nick winked.

And then he swallowed him whole.

—————

K
elly

There was no greater adventure—or nightmare—than going grocery shopping with two very cranky children.  Between Justin trying to grab every single box of cookies he came across, and throwing a fit when she said no, and Jamie screaming at the top of her lungs because she was so cranky and in desperate need of a nap, she honestly wasn’t sure how she survived the hour and a half it took to buy everything they would need for the next two weeks.

“Let’s get you two inside and one of you to bed.” She said as calmly as she could, pulling into the driveway.

“Mommy, who does that truck belong to?” Justin asked as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

“My friend Nick.” She hid the smile dying to burst free.  Her stomach erupted with nervous butterflies as she got out and hurried to the other side of the car to retrieve Jamie, who had miraculously fallen asleep on the way home.

“You mean that guy who triumphed over the monster in the bathroom?”

“Triumphed? That’s a big word for you, isn’t it?” Grunting with effort as she pulled Jamie into her arms, she turned and tried to fish the keys from her pocket. “Justin, be a darlin’ and unlock the trunk for Mommy?”

“Yep.” He plucked the keys from her hand and ran to the back of the car.  “Triumph means you win something; Tula taught me that.”

“Of course she did.  What else did she teach you?”

“Well, she taught me that it’s okay for boys like me to play with an Easy Bake oven.”

“Oh, she did, huh?” She rounded the back of the car and peered at him, watching as he did his best to pick up more than two bags.  “Does Skylar like playing with those?”

“Uh huh.  Tula says that boys can play with everything girls can play with, and backwards.”

“Backwards?”

“You know, it goes both ways.”

“You mean vice versa?”

“Yeah, that’s the word.”  He passed by her with four bags in tow, grunting with each step as he made his way towards the porch.  “Come on, Mommy.  I need you to open the door for me.”

She smiled and her heart swelled with pride as she followed him up the steps and onto the porch.  Gazing down at the amazing little man she’d given birth to barely at the age of eighteen, Kelly couldn’t help but to pat the top of his head and mess up his hair.

“I’m proud of you, you know.”

Justin’s eyes met hers and he gave her that wonderfully boyish grin—just like his dad.  “What for?  I just carried the groceries, Mama.”

“For so many things, sweetheart.  So many things.”

The door suddenly opened and Nick appeared in the doorway, smiling at them.

“Well, well, you finally made it home.” He folded his arms over his broad chest and winked in Justin’s direction.  “Did you bring me something to eat, little fella?”

Justin’s demeanor changed and he averted his gaze to Nick’s shoes.  “Nope. ‘S’cuse me.”

“Justin!” Kelly was horrified, and helpless, as she watched her son push past Nick and disappear inside.  “Oh my God.  Nick, I’m so sorry.  I swear he doesn’t act that way; I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He shrugged, glancing down at Jamie.  “Need some help with her?”

“Oh. Um.” Hoisting her daughter higher against her chest, she shook her head.  “I think I got her.  But if you wouldn’t mind helping with the groceries...”

“I’m on it.  Don’t even worry.” He passed by her, and much to her surprise, gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

Turning to watch as he hopped off the porch, she sucked in a trembling breath and frowned.  What had gotten into Justin?  Why had he acted so rude towards Nick?

Maybe he’s afraid Nick is trying to take Patrick’s place...

But that was ridiculous!  When had she ever given him the impression she was going to start dating?  He’d never even met Nick before.

Something didn’t feel right and it only began to weigh down on her mind as she carried Jamie upstairs and put her to bed.  It was still weighing on her, heavier and heavier, as she ventured back downstairs and nearly bumped into Devin.

“K-Kelly,” he stammered.  “Hi.”

“Devin.” She nodded politely.  “How’s the basement coming along?”

“G-great.” He seemed out of breath.  What the hell had he been doing down there?  “How was your day?”

“Well, it’s Saturday, so that means I was grocery shopping with my kids.  It’s always an adventure.”

“Right.” He laughed nervously.  “Uh, do you need help with groceries?”

“Nick’s already on it.” She glanced around the bottom of the stairs and peered into the kitchen, frowning again.

“Are you okay, Kelly?”

“Hm?” Her head snapped back in his direction.  “Oh, I’m fine.  Just dealing with mom stuff.”

“Oh.”

Nick re-entered the house with at least ten bags in each hand, and he flashed another smile in her direction as he headed for the kitchen.

Uh oh.  I better not leave him alone with Justin.

She was certain Nick could hold his own against anybody, but it
was
her son they were talking about.  Justin was the sweetest kid on earth, however, when something peeved him, he was a force to be reckoned with.

“How are things in the basement?” She asked before Justin had a chance to say anything.

Nick glanced up from the bag he’d decided to empty for her and smiled.  “Good.  It’s real good, actually.  We should be finished up with it by tomorrow, I think.  You’re going to love it.”