(Complete) Nick has suffered sorrow and loss. He has relied on his family to help him survive. Can Nick ever find happiness and a love?
Sara has spent the better part of her twenties caring for the sickest people of the world. Realizing that her dre...
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Telling Nick her secret felt liberating. She had never felt like a victim or even violated as she should. She always felt mortified she had allowed it to happen, but never believed it affected her life. If it had affected her, it wasn't now, because she was ready to give herself to Nick.
"Sara, I'm glad you told me. I won't go into the details of my past. I've been with women, but it has always been absolutely mutual. None have ever been virgins."
Sara protested. "But that's just it. I'm not a..."
Nick cut her off. "You're an emotional virgin. You've never been made love to the way you deserve. I want to do that. More than you know, but only when you're ready. I would never want you to do anything you didn't want."
"I want this. I want us."
Nick captured her mouth, and she melted into him. His lips were so familiar - their taste and feel and what they could do to her own lips. She didn't know how they would feel on her body and she was ready to find out. He smiled his gorgeous Nick smile and took her by the hand. She willingly followed him upstairs into his bedroom. The room she'd been afraid to look into before, when she thought he shared it with his wife. It was a large room with a huge bed as the focal point. She imagined him sleeping in that bed and now she would lie with him.
He looked down at her and asked permission with his eyes as he lifted her shirt. She gave a small smile. He would see she wasn't shapely like men preferred. Slowly she raised her arms so he could cast aside her shirt. She lifted his, but he hastily took it off and threw it on top of hers. They stood together. She looked at his bare chest. It had just the right amount of hair and a line that went right down below his belt. She touched its downy softness - like fur.
Nick was interested in her bra and what it hid. His hands caressed each breast. Then his mouth kissed its way and finally nipped at her erect nipples through the lace. It sent sensual waves through her body, which settled between her legs. He surprised her by abandoning her breasts and undoing the button of her jeans. He peeled them over her hips and down her legs. She awkwardly stepped out of the inside out jeans and kicked them away.
"You're beautiful." His voice sounded different, husky with desire. "Let's lie down."
As she sat on the bed, he quickly let his own pants drop. He stood in boxer briefs with his desire for her fully evident. She couldn't think straight. She felt him drop on the bed beside her. His eyes were dark with desire.
Long sensual kisses calmed her nerves while each used their hands to explore the other. Nick had no intention of rushing. Her pulsing between her legs grew stronger until finally Nick touched her over her panties. She knew there was no way to hide what was happening to her physically. Her dampness was only an invitation for him to explore further and touch her the way she longed to be touched. He expertly removed her underpants. She was only wearing her bra and felt vulnerable as his eyes caressed her.
Her voice cracked as she pulled at his waistband. "Your turn."
He quickly removed his boxers, and she tentatively reached out to touch his silky hardness. He moaned at her touch, but continued to do his own magic until she withered underneath his hand. He smiled and kissed her before settling his mouth over the lace of her bra. She arched her back as she responded to his erotic kissing and nipping. She couldn't talk. She could only feel.
"Are you sure? Do we need something?"
She nodded and he rolled over to retrieve a condom.
"Nick, will you look at me? I want to see you."
She expected him to be on top of her, but he invited her to climb onto him.
"This way you're in charge. You can decide what you want."
It surprised her how easily they fit together. She felt less vulnerable because her bra was still on. Did Nick plan it that way? Sara had never imagined she could ever feel so intimately close to another. Nick reached up and toyed with her sensitive nipples. That sensation was just what she needed to push her into oblivion. She was flying.
"Why do I feel like this will only make things harder? I'll want you again and again," Nick said, as he nuzzled into her neck. He leisurely caressed her shoulders and back. "You're beautiful."
Sara blushed. She had never felt beautiful before, but in his arms she did. She felt safe too, as if she belonged. She refused to think of what any of it meant in the light of day.
Nick convinced her to stay, and she slept in his arms until the alarm went off at five am. He made love to her one more time. Then he walked her downstairs and kissed her goodbye. She drove away from his sleeping neighborhood. When she arrived home, she changed into her running clothes and went for a long run. She saw Tim drive past her as he headed towards Portland for his rounds.
She felt like a different person. She looked for signs in the mirror she had changed, but there weren't any. Nick had shaved so he wouldn't chafe her face. She felt a ripple go through her body as she thought of his smooth, soft cheeks.
"Sara, Sara..." She looked and saw Tim watching her. "I said good morning, but you were lost in your own thoughts. I hope you aren't hung over."
Sara shook her head and thought, not from alcohol.
Their morning flew by. They were almost done when laughter and giggles filled the triage area. Sara saw two beautiful young women, one was short with curly blond hair and every curve she was missing and the other was tall with wavy brown hair and long legs that Sara could only dream about.
Sara heard Tim scold. "Girls, this is a medical office. Go home and help your mother."
The blond one said, "Daddy, we came to meet Granny's twin."
Tim's daughters, the nieces of the man whose arms she had slept in, wanted to meet her. Tim turned to her. "Sara, sorry this isn't my doing."
Sara smiled. "Should I speak for you?"
They both looked embarrassed and the taller one said, "We're sorry for being so rude. I'm Ava and that's my sister Ella."
Sara smiled. "I wouldn't know you were sisters if I didn't know your parents."
Ava said, "Don't say I look like my dad. I like to say I look like my grandmother Alice, which I do."
Ella said, "Except she got her height from grandpa. I know I look like my mother which is why I'm dad's favorite."
"Not today, missy."
Sara sensed an issue between father and daughter, but wasn't about to pry. Perhaps Nick knew and would share with her.
Ava ushered her sister out, but Ella turned around. "Sara, come back to the house for lunch. Everyone will be there, including your special friend!"
"Special friend?" Sara felt dread. How could she know about Nick?
"Bridget, of course. Our cousin never stops talking about you!"
Sara released a breath she didn't realize she was holding.
