Trigger warning: This chapter is 18+ and contains smut, all readers discretion has been advised.
~Gemma's POV:~
My hands trembled as I picked the crops that were ready to harvest, bunching everything in the basket I carried on my hip. Helen entered a few minutes after I did, her eyes wandering over me to try and make a sense of what was going on. "Are you okay?" her voice asked from the doorway she was leaning on, arms crossed over her chest as she watched me pick away at her garden.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine!" I said walking to get past her, only she stepped into my path. "Helen, do we need to talk about it now?" I whined.
"Yes. . . Did you two kiss or did I walk in before it happened, tell me come on" she led us to the kitchen of the compound, I could see Nick in the training yard as he worked out and did his usual routine. "He seemed just as flustered as you did" she said catching my gaze out the window.
We almost kissed. "He and I didn't mean to" she raised a brow which had me groaning once more. "I wanted to, god I wanted to so bad—he was the one leaning in and now the moment is gone" I ran my hand through my hair. "He most likely has gone back to hating me, he goes from this hot to cold within seconds and just when I think I know him and how he feels, it's back to the start again" she handed me a sandwich, taking a bite of her own.
"You know, I think he really likes you. I teased him when you walked away and the way he bit back it told me how he felt." She chewed her food before she finished off her sandwich. "I didn't mean to ruin your moment, I wanted to come back here while I had time. Noah wants me and him to head to where Jolly and Nick are, you two would be coming but he doesn't want to risk you being summoned by your father and it's a farther trip" nodding so she knew I understood she patted my back, "Gemma" looking at her as she stood in the doorway, her eyes looked at Nick who stood in the training yard, "he is a good guy—take the time to get to know him, once you understand him I promise it's worth it" she tapped the wood frame before turning her heel and heading out to pack her things.
Not finishing my lunch, I cleaned the kitchen and surrounding areas as I tried to keep myself busy. Hearing the back door open, I watched as Nick stepped inside. His gaze falling on me before he made his way towards the bathroom where the water ran.
He was blocking me out, there was no doubt about it. He told me he would try to be my friend, he told me he would be there for me and every time something that scared him happened he would go running in the other direction.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I decided I had enough.
Going to the bathroom door, I knew it was unlocked since the guys never appeared to lock doors in this place. Hand on the handle, I swung it open—no going back now. Steam slammed into me as Nicholas's head popped out of the curtain, his hair soaked along his shoulders. "Gemma what the hell?" he said holding the curtain closed.
Slamming the door behind me, I could feel the nerves soaring inside of me "why do you do that?" the words slipped from my lips before I could think of anything to say.
"What the fuck are you talking about? Get out so I can shower!" he hollered at me.
"No."
His brows rose, "no?"
"You heard me, no! Not until you tell me why when you get scared you put up that icy interior of yours and lock me out" I crossed my arms resting my back against the door of the bathroom.
"You really aren't going to leave?" he said looking at me as water ran down his face. I shook my head, determined to hold my ground with him. Groaning he stepped back as he grabbed a towel from the rack on the other side. Before I knew it, he flew the curtain open stepping out of the shower leaving the water running as if he was planning on making this quick and getting back in. He held the towel around his waist with one fist as the other hand pushed the wet hair from his face. It was hard to not look at his body that had water droplets on it. "I push you away because I care about you, maybe a little too much I don't know" he said shrugging.
"But you were going to pretend as if nothing happened, as if we never—" he raised a brow as I stopped myself from making a bigger fool of myself. "Forget it, you're right as always" I mumbled pushing myself from the door ready to open it.
Before I could pull the door open, a hand made sure it stayed closed as he grabbed me away from the door turning me. "What does that mean?" he asked.
"When we first met you basically made it obvious I would always be wrong, so, I'm wrong."
"Gemma—why are you making this difficult?" his voice was almost a growl as he pinched his brows together, "I don't think you're wrong, but you need to understand I thought you were like your father for the longest time, that you were some spoilt brats who had no feelings beyond spending daddy's money" that felt like a blow to the chest hearing him admit that. "But then as I saw you and got to know you—you are nothing like him, you never were, and it's taken me time to split between that because it's what I thought for the longest time."
"Then why did you push me away after we almost kissed?" the frustration was clear in my tone.
He stepped back again, running his hand through his hair that still dripped down his bare torso. "See there you go again, unable to tell me!" I pointed out feeling more frustrated with him.
"Because if we kissed, I wouldn't have stopped!" he yelled startling me. "If we kissed, there would have been a chance you and I could have made a mess of this whole thing" he stepped closer to me his eyes burning blue as he looked down at me. "If we kissed, I would have been putty in your hands, and no one has ever had that kind of power on me."
"So you don't want to kiss me?" the question was gently asked, trying not to cause more damage to what ever was between us.
His chest heaved as he shook his head. "I want to, ever since your father's engagement party I've. . ." he paused to collect his thoughts, "when we learnt you were a virgin, I didn't want to act on anything because I didn't want to ruin any first-time things for you."
"But that's my choice Nick."
"So you want me to kiss you?"
Scoffing I looked at him, "Nick my dream you were giving me head—I am sure a kiss. . ." my mouth closed when I realized what I had just admitted to him.
His eyes blazed with that same look from earlier, a crooked smile tugged on his lips as his tongue slid across his bottom lip. "So, it was sweet dreams then wasn't it?" he said.
"Shut up, this isn't funny" my cheeks burned red with embarrassment.
Once more trying to get away, I turned to leave when his hand caught my wrist—before I could protest I turned back as his lips met mine. Everything screamed when his lips connected with mine and he turned us, so I was against the counter as his lips worked with my own. Groaning into him as he pressed himself against me, I couldn't help but run my hands on his bare back, needing him closer to me. This was happening. Pulling away, he was just as breathless as I was. "We can stop, Nyx, you're in control here" he said trying to fight the urge to lean in once more.
My heart thundered in my chest knowing I was in the one in control. Looking at Nick, I grabbed him by the towel he held onto—pulling his body into mine as he lifted me onto the counter of the bathroom, our tongues dancing once more. "What are the limits?" I asked between the kisses.
"Whatever you want, Nyx" he said kissing down my neck earning a groan of pleasure to rip through me.
My fingers traced the towel he wore, before untying it and letting it drop to the floor. Nick pulled away from my neck, eyes meeting mine with curiosity in them. My cheeks burned knowing who little experience, scratch that, the fact I had no experience in this field, and he clearly knew how to pleasure women. He went to ask if I was okay, and not wanting to hear those words I gently grabbed his erection in my hand slowly pumping him as his face scrunched up, his mouth opening as a breathy gasp released from him, gaining speed when I was comfortable he leaned his hands on either side of me, breathing in and out as steadily as he could. "Gemma, holy fuck" he groaned leaning into the crook of my neck.
I could feel him, every time I pumped it affected him and hearing him moan my name burned something. Shifting on the counter, desperate to try and get some friction between my legs, he seemed to notice as his hands ran up and down my thighs. "Do you want me to touch you, Nyx" he whispered between us as he did his best to control his breathing.
Chewing my lip, the thought of his hands on me felt like it set my skin on fire. "I-I never been touched like that before—the only people who" he caught my drift quickly.
His fingers on my chin made me look at him as his eyes darkened to that storm blue for all a few seconds. "Don't think of them, those assholes don't count—relax and I'll make you feel safe, if any moment you decide you want to stop you tell me, got it?" I could only nod.
Nick tugged my pants down, my heart racing at the thought of him seeing me, his hands travelled up my legs before he found that bundle of nerves, his thumb pressing onto it gently as he rubbed circles, not being able to control it, I leaned into his shoulder moaning into the space—the only sounds could be heard was my moans and the shower that still ran. He worked his fingers gently along me as I reached back and grabbed his still erect member in my hand, working on it faster than I was before desperate to match a speed he was going. "Gemma, holy fuck if you keep going I wont. . . I won't last" his breathed into my ear as I laid my head on him still, afraid if I moved I would lose all support, but it didn't stop me, instead it encouraged me as I rubbed and rubbed hearing him moaning louder into the air I didn't stop—how could I when he sounded like music to me? "Fuck, fuck, I'm going to finish!" he breathed out, bucking his hips in my hand as his seed shot all over my stomach.
Pulling my hand away, I wiped the remainder of him off with the towel as I looked at him. "Do you. . . Are you okay?" he nodded his head, catching his breath, chest rising and falling. "Do we stop?" was that what it was when someone finished? We stopped?
He shook his head, leaning down into my ear. "Not unless you say stop" said Nick before he kissed my neck gently as he climbed onto his knees.
Confused, I gasped when he pulled me forward. Not wasting time, he tore my underwear down my legs tossing it somewhere in the bathroom as he breathed steadily, his blue eyes looking up from between my legs. My own chest rising and falling, before I could make out any words I watched as his mouth opened and his tongue found that bundle he had been working on before climaxing himself. "Nicholas, oh my god" my hands went for his hair like the dream and this time I could feel his damp locks running between my fingers.
"Fuck, say my name again like that" the vibrations of his voice sent a wave of pleasure up my spine as I couldn't help but pull his face closer to my core.
The bundle was growing, my stomach felt like knots as I moaned, not caring how loud I was or how drunk on the feeling I felt, I needed him, I wanted him. "Nicholas, I- I feel something" I said growing nervous at the feeling that threatened to shatter me.
His blue eyes looked up as his tongue traced circles on my bud, earning a cry from me as my eyes met his. "Deep breaths, my moon" his words helped settle the nerves but not as I felt that knot threatening to snap. "You're going to orgasm, my moon, and I'll be here for you, I'll make sure you're okay" he could see the slight panic on me, but I didn't tell him to stop, I needed him to get me through this. His tongue flicked on my bud earning a cry from me.
"It's. . . It's going to snap, when you do that" he smirked as he repeated his move, "Nicholas, oh my god" my back wanted to arch, my hands didn't know what to touch, if I should hold onto the counter or if I should hold his hair for support. I didn't know what was steamier, the room from the shower or the fact Nicholas's tongue was currently doing it's work on me. But there it was, the high my body has been chasing, my thighs shook without me even meaning as my breathing came more rapid—the knots final threads being pulled as his tongue flicked that one spot and I couldn't help but grab onto him as a flash hot white exploded my vision, "Nicholas" I moaned out, my breathing rapid as he replaced his tongue with his thumb watching as my body squirmed underneath him as I was coming down from my own climax.
Once he was satisfied, his lips found mine before pulling away. "Let's get you cleaned up" he said taking my hand gently in his.
I didn't bother taking my shirt off, and he never protested as we climbed into the still hot shower. He held onto me, nervous as if I would collapse and in a way I was thankful for that since my legs felt like jelly. "Why didn't you take my virginity?" my voice was a rasp as I held his arm the water falling over us both.
"Because I won't take that, I want you to give that to someone who you trust and feel safe doing that with. I just wanted to show you what it could be like" he said looking down at me. "So, was it just as good as your dream?"
Rolling my eyes I leaned back into him. "Thank you, for not belittling me and making me feel safe" the silence between us was comforting in a way, his lips pressed to my temple.
But my mind remembered everything, from his lips, the tongue and how he called me his moon. There was no doubt, I was falling for him.
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Hi friends! I am sorry if this wasn't the best. Please remember I am new to smut writing. But, I wanted to try and give into more steam! I hope this chapter was okay, and thank you for letting me explore new ways of writing.
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