Nickolas-1 (10 page)

“Can I play with you?”

Morgan slowly turned to look at him and nearly swallowed her tongue. He was looking directly at her when he asked, and for some silly reason, she didn’t think he was talking about the game. She blushed furiously and looked down again
. Yeah right
, she thought,
he so wants to play with you. He can barely stand to be
in the same house with you, and you thin ...well, so not going there.

“Here, but you gotta wait until James dies. Aunt Morgan is always dead first, but she is lasting longer than two minutes now. She’s doing good—for a girl.” He winked at her, the cheeky little kid.

“I lasted longer than you in the last campaign, kiddo. And I had a higher kill ratio to time alive than both of you two games ago.”
So there
, she thought.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t really say much when you’re only alive for three minutes and you start blasting the second you start. She killed two of her own men in that one too, Uncle Nick. Then she made this girly noise like she’d really hurt them.” James restarted the game and they were setting her up again.

Morgan tried to scoot over when Nick sat down next to her, but the pillow stool arrangement for her foot made it nearly impossible for her to get over too far. She huffed at him and he had the nerve to smile at her.

“I’ll be on Morgan’s team and you two play against us this time. I’m better at this, but I have Aunt Morgan, so how much of a handicap do I get?” The negotiation went on for another few minutes, but she tuned them out.

Her foot was beginning to hurt again, and she was in need of a bathroom break and maybe something to eat. The whole house smelled really good. She rolled over to her hands and knees to get up when she was suddenly standing up with Nick helping her. In the next second, she was scooped up in his arms.

“Put me down, you idiot! I’m too heavy and I have on a dress. I don’t...” She was frantically trying to put it back down around her thighs and not be dropped at the same time.

“Yeah, I know you don’t like to be touched. I’m taking you to the bathroom, if that’s where you were headed, and then I’ll bring you back. Be quiet and stop squirming around.” She had to put her arm around his neck to hold on and she when she felt his muscles under her hand flex, she jerked it back to her lap.

They made it to the downstairs powder room and when he put her down, she was suddenly turned around to face him. He kissed her quickly on the mouth and turned her back around. “I’ll be right out here when you’re done,” was all he said as she hobbled inside.

Morgan stood there for several minutes just staring at the wallpaper. It was pretty, she thought, mauve flowers with tiny little blue and pink buds.
He kissed
me.
There were pictures on the wall of what appeared to be family members. One looked like it could be Damon and Spencer as small boys.
He kissed me on the
mouth
. She’d never seen a toilet that was any other color than white, but both it and the sink were a deep mauve. The light fixtures had the same pattern of flowers wrapped around the glass domes that covered the blub.
Right on her lips,
he kissed me.

Morgan realized that she had been standing there leaning against the counter for too long when she heard a voice. It sounded like Mr. Parker asking Nick if everything was all right.

“Yeah, Morgan just needed to go to the bathroom. I’m waiting to take her back. I think maybe she might be hungry though.” There was a mumbled response, but she had turned on the tap to cover the noise of her going to the bathroom. Moving slowly so she didn’t bump her foot, she stood up to wash her hands and then dry them. She had just turned off the water when there was a short knock at the door.

“Almost finished. I’ll be out in a sec.” Morgan ran her fingers through her hair and started to reach for the knob.

“Morgan, will you let me in, please?” It was Nick—Dr. Grant. She turned the little tab and then opened the door to come out. He shouldered his way in before she took a step.

“I...I’m finished. I was just...” His mouth covered hers and cut off her sentence, her breathing, and her thought process.

Nick pulled her closer to him as she shifted around so that she was resting on the counter. With a slight lift of her bottom, he lifted her injured foot by her calf and wrapped it around his hip as he stepped between her legs.

“Morgan, give me your mouth. I want to taste you, please?” She felt his tongue trace the seam of her lips and she opened them slightly. His tongue swept inside and tangled with hers. She felt his groan rumble through his chest and his hands tightened on her hips.

Morgan pulled back slightly and heard him growl before he allowed her to pull back further to look up at him.

“What...you kissed me. You can’t just...I’m mad at you. I don’t want you to kiss me.”

Of course, that would have been much more believable if she didn’t currently have her ankles hooked around his hips, she thought with a grimace.

Apparently, he thought so too, because he grinned in response and kissed her again, a short but no less heated one this time.

“I can tell. And you do mad very well.” With another grin, he scooped her up into his arms and waited by the closed door until she turned the handle so they could exit. She was really getting tired of being picked up all the time. By the time she felt like she could say something to him about being mad at him, he was putting her down in a kitchen chair where all the women seemed to have gathered.

“Mom, I think Morgan could use some lunch. I know I can.” He ruffled Jacob’s hair and kissed his mother on her cheek. He started introducing Morgan to his aunts.

“Aunt Pea, Aunt Mary, this is Morgan Becky. She works for me and is our guest. Morgan, these are my aunts Peabody and Mary, my mom’s sisters. Their husbands, Thomas and Mike, respectively are in the living room with Dan watching football. My two cousins, Tom and Janie, are Aunt Pea’s kids; they’re watching the game as well. You’ve not met my brothers Jamie or Devin, but they’re in there too, I think. I am a man on a mission and have come to rescue and feed my poor injured damsel in distress.” She knew she was looking at him oddly, but she couldn’t help it.

“Who are you, and what have you done with Nickolas Grant, the guy with the rod for a spine and a pain in my ass?” It was out before she could stop it.

Startled with herself, she looked around the room.

His Aunt Pea was bright red with tears streaming down her cheeks and her hand clamped tight over her mouth. Ms. Parker was staring at her with her mouth opened and mirth evident in her bright eyes. But his Aunt Mary was gulping in large gulps of air and braying with laughter. It wasn’t long before the other aunt was hysterical too. Ms. Parker finally gave in and had to be lead to a chair to try and gain control of herself. These people were nuts, Morgan thought.

Certifiably.

It wasn’t long before the boys were back with the other members of the household and regaling the story for them. When Morgan chanced a glance at Dr. Grant, she knew the true meaning of payback if his look was any indication.

And, oh boy, he was going to make her pay.

Morgan watched as he stalked toward her from across the room. She looked around desperately for a way to escape, but there was nowhere to go. Standing up and hanging onto the table, she started moving toward the little door to the right of the sink. Almost there, she felt him snake his arm around her waist seconds before he brought his mouth to her ear.

“I think not.” She felt his breath hot against her neck, his lips moving along the shell of her ear. Had he of not pulled back when he did, she was sure she would have leaned back into his chest and...she didn’t know what, but he felt so good.

“Let me go. I’m sorry I want you to let me go.” Her voice sounded strange and heavy. She was nearly panting by the time he picked her up with his arm around her and turned her to face the room. They were still laughing when he started nuzzling her neck, nipping at her tender skin. Before she could stop herself, she was leaning into his embrace and turned to his mouth with hers.

“Please...?”

This kiss was different, it was...hungry. She was hungry for his mouth, his taste. She was barely aware of him turning her in his arms and tightening his hold on her, less aware of them backing into the room where she’d been headed.

The other people in the room disappeared with the closing of the door, the world gone with the flick of the lock.

“Morgan, oh baby.” She was pressed against the wall with her legs wrapped around him again when she felt his cock hard against her. She had a few seconds of terror, but he touched her breast tenderly and ran his tongue along the curve of her ear and she felt suddenly...safe. But they couldn’t, shouldn’t, do this. She was sure there was a good reason, and as soon as he stopped touching her, she’d remember what it was.

“I...I don’t know...this...this shouldn’t be happening. Nickolas, you don’t want to do this, I’m...please...yes, no! Nick, stop now...oh yes, please.” She couldn’t seem to make up her mind. Well, that wasn’t quite true. Her mind and body knew exactly what they wanted. It was her mouth that kept trying to regain control.

“I want you. I want you now, Morgan.” She felt the cool, air conditioned air hum across her bared breast seconds before he laved it with his tongue. Her nipple tightened and puckered hard against the roof of his mouth, the combination of his hot, wet tongue and the vent making her ache with need. Her body’s reaction to that was to arch into him.

Long ago, she thought she’d never want a man to ever touch her again.

Never want to feel one touch her in anyway whatsoever, for his body to come over her, into her. Now, right now, she knew that she wanted Nickolas with a desperation that she’d never felt before, nor would ever again.

Reaching between them, she cupped him, his cock against her hand. When he pressed harder against her and suckled on her nipple, she felt the stirrings of her first climax. Tightening her legs, using the wall as a brace, she moved up around him. Their mutual groans of approval ran down along their skin and throughout their bodies.

“Nick! Nick, open the door! We need to get in there.” She stiffened, as did he.

Morgan wanted to snarl at the man on the other side of the door, but froze in horror. What were they doing?

“Just a...give me, us, a minute,” he yelled at the unseen man. He laid his head against her breast and she whimpered when his breath moved across the now sensitive nipple. He was shaking and it took her a few seconds to realize he was laughing.

“This is not funny, you jackass. Let me down. I can’t believe...where are we?

You know, I don’t care. I want out of here, and don’t you dare touch...” His mouth was on hers again and she moaned again as his tongue swept against hers. Damn it, what was wrong with her? She was acting like a cat in heat.

When he pulled his mouth away, he moved to her ear again. “I want you.

And if Devin hadn’t have interrupted us, I’d be deep inside you right now and we both know it. I didn’t intend for this to happen...well, yeah I did, but not in the pantry of my parents’ home.” She watched as he gently pulled her blouse back down. “Morgan, we’re going to have to walk out of here and they are going to all be there, if I know them. Our best bet to get through this is to ignore them, all right?” Nick moved her gently away from him and started to pull her top back down, but brushed his knuckles across her nipple first. She arched into his touch. “Ah, baby, this isn’t easy for me.” Quickly, he stepped back to re-snap his jeans. She hadn’t even realized they’d gone that far.

When they entered the kitchen, with her once again in his arms, the room was empty. Moving along the hall, they went back into the room where the large TV was, and he sat her down on the couch. With a quick kiss and a “be right back,” she was alone in the big room.

Morgan laid her head down on her hands. She had nearly had sex with him, her boss, in the pantry of his family home. Were there even names for this kind of conduct? Oh yeah, it was called stupidity.

Morgan jerked her head up when someone touched her arm. Meggie was standing there beside her with doll and thumb. Morgan smiled at her, and pulled her up into her lap to give and receive a hug.

“Hello, angel, how are you today?” The two of them conversed for several minutes before Nick came back into the room with a plate and a glass. He set the plate on the little side table next to the couch and handed her the glass of tea.

“Hey there, baby. How are my favorite girls doing?” He kissed his niece on the head and sat down next to Morgan.

Morgan explained how Meggie wanted her to braid her hair back and asked him if Spencer would mind.

“No, he’d probably be grateful for the help. He’s told me on several occasions that he’d rather have his toenails pulled out than try and fix up her hair.” Meggie’s long hair was thick and curly just like Morgan’s, with the exception of the color.

Morgan didn’t have a lot of experience with kids, actually none at all if you didn’t count the kids in the home with her. She turned the little girl around and began combing the long tresses with the pink comb Meggie had brought to Morgan. It took her about thirty minutes to get it in a reasonable order, and then she began pulling the four strains together into a thick plat. When she reached the end, she wrapped a band around the bottom and tied the bright, lemon-colored ribbon around it. The second ribbon of the same color, she tied around her thumb.

“This will be much prettier than it sticking out of your mouth, don’t you think? I like it.” She kissed the tip of Meggie’s thumb and let her slip off her lap.

Morgan realized how tired she was and how badly her foot was thumping about ten minutes later when Jacob and James came back in to resume their game. She didn’t play much this time; her concentration was crap. She had made the mistake, or not, of running her tongue across her lips and tasted him. Heat built inside of her again. She could almost feel his body pressed against hers.