Chapter 89
Alaia
I walked down the stairs, feeling a flutter in my stomach, and smiled when I saw Nick being sweet and affectionate with our kids, who were clearly happy with their father. It was unbelievable that Killian had denied them this chance for two years. My love looked up when he heard the sound of my steps. His gaze and smile were priceless. I returned his smile as I reached him. My parents took the kids, but I was completely lost, staring at how handsome he looked in his tuxedo. I noticed he wore accessories that matched my dress. He placed his hand on my waist and kissed me softly.
“Shall we?” His minty breath brushed against my lips.
I nodded, not taking my eyes off him, and we proceeded to say goodbye.
“Bring her home early,” my father requested, and I looked at him, puzzled.
“I will, Patrick,” Nick responded politely, like a perfect gentleman.
Okay, this was starting to feel a little too real.
Hand in hand, we silently rode in the car. I rested my head on his shoulder. I had no idea where we were going, but I didn’t care as long as it was with him. I felt him kiss my head, and I smiled, inhaling his scent. I felt like a teenager all over again.
We arrived at what seemed like a university campus, and I turned to look at him. He didn’t say anything. The car stopped, and he got out to open the door for me. I heard music playing from the hall in front of us.
Nick led me inside, and I saw several young men and women dressed elegantly. The decorations showed a year that wasn’t the current one–it was two years ago. I smiled and looked at him, realizing this was his prom. The dress I was wearing was the one I had picked out to wear with him that day.
“I didn’t go to my prom,” he said, hugging me from the front. “I couldn’t go without you.” He kissed my nose, and a wave of emotion washed over me, leaving me speechless. We intertwined our fingers and entered. The music playing was the same as it had been two years ago.
“And them?” I asked, looking at the crowd.
“They’re university students. We offered them a free party and drinks, and we had plenty of volunteers,” he said, smiling widely. I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him, realizing this was more than I could have ever imagined.
We sat at a table in the middle of everything. Nick pulled out a chair for me and sat beside me. We ate dinner and drank my favorite champagne. We spoke with glances and smiles, constantly seeking each other’s lips. We were surrounded by many people, but the moment felt like it was just ours.
We danced to “Until I Found You.” The slow melody made our bodies sway gently on the dance floor. I could hear the beating of his heart, and I felt complete as his arms wrapped around me.
“I love you,” I said, savoring the taste of champagne on his lips.
“I love you, my love,” he replied, his voice deep and sexy. We looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.
As “My Universe” started playing, I opened my eyes to see Nick smiling. He stood up and offered me his hand, which I took without hesitation.
We began moving to the rhythm of the song, feeling the warmth radiating from each other’s bodies.
I parted my lips to meet his, and his hands roamed my waist. His tongue gently touched mine, sucking lightly, making me moan, which he seemed to enjoy judging by the sound of his arousal.
We separated, and our eyes spoke instead of words. We didn’t need them.
We continued dancing to other, more sensual rhythms. I swayed my hips, rubbing against his hardness. I drank two more glasses of champagne and let myself be carried away by him, feeling like the girl I had been two years ago.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered in my ear, his hands trailing the sides of my breasts. I was incredibly aroused. I grabbed his hair and tilted his head to kiss him as I moved my hips, teasing him even more.
The night wasn’t over when we were ready to leave. I felt a little tipsy from the alcohol, but
Nick hadn’t drunk as much as I had.
“That was amazing,” I said in the car as I climbed onto his lap. Nick’s hands roamed my curves until they reached my breasts. He squeezed them through the fine fabric of my dress, and I let out a sound of pleasure that made him growl.
“You’re perfect,” he said, looking into my eyes. I leaned in to kiss him passionately.
His hands slid up my dress, pausing as he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He raised an eyebrow and gave me a devilishly sexy smile. His hand moved quickly, and his thumb found my pleasure point between my folds. I gasped in desire when he touched it and moved my hips to match his rhythm.
With his other hand, Nick pulled down the neckline of my dress and began sucking on my breasts with fervor, making me melt with delight and moan for him.
I watched excitedly as his mouth feasted on me, and I felt his thumb circling my button, bringing me closer to the climax.
“Ahh,” I gasped breathlessly, my eyes rolling back.
Nick released my nipple with a soft pop and hurried to take the other one into his mouth. I breathed heavily as the orgasm washed over me.
“Nick!” I cried, gripping his shoulders and moaning in broken syllables as the intense tingling spread across every inch of my skin.
The car came to a stop, and I noticed we had reached our destination, though I had no idea where we were.
I slowly came down from the high of my orgasm, and he kissed me. He moved the hand that had been between my legs, bringing his thumb to his lips. Still lost in the sensations, I watched as he licked it clean, his dark, lust–filled eyes locked on mine.
“Delicious,” he whispered, running his thumb across his lips after sucking it, causing my center to throb again.
Oh, my God, I thought, still breathless.
My hot companion straightened my dress and glanced outside before opening the door to lead me out. The breeze tousled my hair.
“Where are we?” I looked around at the empty surroundings. Nick fixed my hair and blindfolded me with a silk handkerchief before I could turn around.
“Oh, okay,” I said, not questioning it. I heard him laugh. Suddenly, I felt his arms wrap around my legs as he hoisted me over his shoulder, making me yelp in surprise.
“I’m going to wreck that pussy,” he muttered, spanking my round butt hard. I moaned at the mix of pain and pleasure from his action.
“I love it when you talk dirty,” I said, feeling my center dampen. I heard a small, masculine chuckle from him as I sensed his head shake side to side.