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The Baller's Secret Baby (Barnes Family #1)(7)
Author: Normandie Alleman


"Hey, you want to help me for a minute in the kitchen?" Nick asked me. "I think we need some more ice."

"Sure. You want me to fill up these bowls of snacks?" I asked. Picking up a few empty bowls on my way to the kitchen.

"Sure. Thanks."

In the kitchen Nick handed me a jug full of nuts and a boxful of crackers, which I proceeded to pour into the bowls.

He filled up an ice bucket from an icemaker underneath the bar and we carried the things back into the living room. Legion was telling a funny story, and Dynassy was asking him all sorts of questions. An audience had gathered around them, and rather than join them Nick slipped an arm around my waist and whispered in my ear, “Hey, I've got something to show you." He pulled me by the hand into another part of the house. I gulped, wondering where he was taking me. My mouth went dry when I saw he was pulling me into a bedroom—what looked to be the master bedroom.

"Nick…" I began to protest

"No, Eden. It's not what you think. Trust me." And for some reason I did. I trusted him implicitly. He walked to one side of the room and flipped on a light switch, illuminating a painting that hung over a fireplace.

"If I remember correctly, your dad always had a fondness for Vermeer. Am I right?"

I nodded. According to my mother, my father and Nick's had an ongoing competition to see who could collect the most exquisite artwork. They favored pieces from the Renaissance. Not exactly what you would have expected from an 80’s hair band front man and lead guitarist, but they were both more shrewd than most people gave them credit for, and more cultured too. It was rumored that they were fighting over something when they boarded their final flight in Paris. Lucinda insisted it was over a painting, and I wondered if this could have been that painting. If so, I doubted Nick knew anything about it.

The painting was a large landscape with an unusual perspective, dark colors accented in the front by a girl feeding some geese. There was a cottage in the background, along with a river flowing through the foreground. It was a simple pastoral scene, and not at all what I would have expected for Nick to take me to his bedroom to show me.

"It's beautiful."

He took a step closer to me. "I could say the same thing about you."

Then suddenly his mouth was on me, his arms wrapped around my waist, and mine circled his neck. His mouth was insistent, his tongue sliding through my open lips as I drank him in, my fingers twirling the hair at the nape of his neck.

Dragging his lips away, brushing them across my throat, he whispered, "Eden," as he nibbled my ear, his pelvis pressing against my abdomen. I could feel him hardening against me, and my mouth began to water.

"Nick," I breathed. In one swift movement he lifted me into the air, holding my ass in his hands. I wrapped my legs around him and moaned as he left a scorching trail of kisses down my neck.

I could feel myself growing wet, and a part of me wished he would take and throw me on the bed right there.

I knew it was wrong, I knew it would be a huge mistake, but that was my brain talking. My body was one hundred percent team Nick. It didn't care about the consequences. It simply wanted to feel his cock inside me, his hands all over me, his tongue in every nook and cranny I had.

"Damn, Eden. I want you so badly." Then he started walking, carrying me with him. The next thing I knew he pressed me up against the wall. He'd lifted my skirt and pushed my panties to the side. Then his hand was all over me. Stroking me. Entering me. Fucking me. Making me want to explode.

“You're so fucking wet. God, I love that." Somehow with his other hand he undid a few of the buttons on my blouse and his mouth was on my breast. Licking. Nibbling. Suckling.

Oh God.

It felt like my every nerve ending was on fire. I wanted nothing more than to take him inside me and never separate.

"Damn, I want you, girl." He kissed me again, this time deeper, more intently, and I was completely gone. Every bit of resistance I’d had evaporated. I was his to take. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew this was not the best idea, but my hormones and my emotions had overtaken my brain. At that moment Nick and I were the only two people in the world, and there was no such thing as consequences other than the pleasure that we would soon be sharing. Then he set me down on the ground, saying in a hoarse voice, "Just a minute. Let me get a condom."

I watched him walk over to his bedside table drawer, which he opened and pulled out a rubber. But suddenly reality came crashing back to me, and I started buttoning up my blouse.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't do that." It hurt to see the disappointed look on his face. The one I’d put there.

I adjusted my underwear and pulled my skirt back down. "I'm sorry, Nick. I can't do this. I can't be that girl—the one you screw up against the wall in your bedroom then never think about again. I’m sorry, I just can’t do it.”

Then I ran out, before he could stop me.

I heard him calling my name as I ran down the hall. Once I got to the living room where everyone else was, I slowed down and whispered to Dynassy, “I have to go. Can I please take your car?”

She nodded and followed me outside. “Hey, are you okay? My brother didn’t do anything to you, did he?”

I smiled and tried to play it off like it was no big deal. “No, everything’s fine. I just need to get home. Early rehearsal in the morning, that’s all.”

“All right, if you say so. Hey, you wanna have lunch or something before I go back?” Dynassy asked, giving me a hug.

“Sure,” I said, bolting for the limo. I waved goodbye to her as I got inside the car, and just as the driver pulled away from the curb, Nick rushed outside. He stared quizzically at the car, and appeared to be giving Dynassy the third degree as we sped away.

The look on his face made me question the way I’d run out of there.

The problem was I didn’t trust myself around Nick. He was too tempting, and while my mind was saying “no,” my heart was saying “yes.”

Exhausted, I slunk down into the plush leather seats, wishing I’d never gone to that damned party in the first place.

 

 

5

 

 

Nick

 

When Eden ran out of my house during the party, I didn't know what to think. I’ve never claimed to understand women, but that one really threw me. From where I was standing, things were going great between us. She seemed to like me, and it felt like we were connecting on a really deep level. It was more than me just wanting to bone her. I thought we both felt what we had before…

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