It's a rated M story. Don't be shocked by M moments. Just sayin'.
"Nick? Nick, where are you?"
Nick's mother, Denise, pushed the back door open and walked out onto the back porch. She looked around. She then spotted her son sitting on the porch, looking out at the small back yard. She smiled as she watched her son. She couldn't believe how quickly her son had grown up. She felt as though it was just yesterday when he was nine years old and promising her that one day, he was going the bring home the 'big bucks'.
Nick heard her footsteps and turned to glance at his mother over his shoulder. "What are you doin' out here?"
Denise sat on the steps beside him and smiled. "I came to tell you that I've reheated some food for you. It's on the kitchen table." She sighed. "Aren't you going to come inside, honey?"
"I ain't hungry."
"Sweetie, I think you'll find that the correct term would be, 'I'm not hungry', not 'ain't'," she replied with a soft and gentle smile. There was a silence between them for a moment. Denise placed a hand on Nick's back and rubbed it softly, fondly remembering how she used to do the exact same thing when he was a little boy. "Now why don't you tell your mom what's wrong?"
Nick looked up at the stars and closed his eyes. He let out a deep breath and shifted his gaze to the patch of grass where Frankie had left his ball earlier on in the day. "Ma, I met someone." He smiled softly as he thought of Miley. "She's amazin', ma. You'd love her." Nick looked down at the steps he was sitting on. "But ..." He trailed off, but he knew that his mother knew what he wanted to say.
"You can't bring yourself to introduce her to this ..." Denise whispered.
"This world," Nick replied. "Ma, she went to college. She's her own boss. Hell, she's my boss. She makes a killin' every year. She don't want to live 'round all this. I don't want her to live 'round this. This place ain't good for her. She deserves better than me."
Denise placed her hand on her son's cheek and smiled gently. "Now you listen to me, baby. This girl, she can't get any better than my boy. Maybe she deserves better than this place, but she sure doesn't deserve better than you." Denise kissed Nick's forehead and shook his head. "Nick, you are so much more than what you think you are. You're worth so much more."
"Miley don't deserve this. She don't deserve to be involved with the BB."
"The BB will keep her safe."
Nick laughed out loud. "Ma, she ain't like us. She's one of those all-American girls from the movies. I don't think she has a foreign bone in her body." He shook his head. "Alex wants to meet her. But he can't meet her. He meets her and he decides that she ain't worthy of the BB."
Denise went back to rubbing Nick's back. "You can't afford to risk anything, Nick. Not around here. Not now."
Not after Joe's already abandoned us. His mother didn't say it, but Nick was positive that she was thinking it. Any time anybody mentioned that they couldn't afford to risk anything, the whole family thought of Joe. How he had risked their safety, their lives, all for his own freedom. Nick knew that should hate his brother for it, but he couldn't. Joe had been selfish, yes, but Nick knew that Joe had always planned to bring them with him at some stage. Or at least that's what he had been telling himself for years.
"My point is, if you like this girl, you'll do what's best for you."
Nick took a deep breath and looked at his mom. "Even if that means leavin'?"
Denise slowly dropped her hand from Nick's back and stared at him in horror. "Don't," she whispered. "Don't you dare even think of leaving us. Your brother already did that and look where it got us. You had to join up because of him. Are you willing to put Frankie through what you went through? Because trust me, Nick, that's what's going to happen if you leave us here alone." Denise rose to her feet and swallowed, staring at Nick as she tried to hold back tears. "Don't you dare leave us like Joseph did."
"Joe did what was best for him."
"And he was damn selfish about it!" Denise yelled. She took a deep breath and shook her head. "You aren't leaving. I forbid you."
"Ma, I'm twenty four years old. I don't need your permission if I wanna get out of here. If I say I'm leavin', then you can trust me when I say I'm leavin' in a heartbeat," Nick said. He knew that he couldn't leave. He wouldn't leave. But he wasn't going to let his mother forbid him. If it came down to it, Nick wanted to be able to just pack a bag and go. And his mother's words were cutting into him like a knife. He couldn't let it go. Even if he could, he wouldn't. He refused.
"There's another person in this now. It's not just us!"
Denise scoffed. "Nick, please. You hardly know this girl. Don't you dare threaten to leave town over a girl when you don't even know if things between the two of you are going to work."
Nick rose to his feet and jumped down from the porch steps and into the yard. "I'm a big boy, ma." He shook his head. "If this is the kind of life you want your kids to have, then I'm pretty sure that your parentin' skills ain't so good. You want your kids to carry guns? You want your kids to do drugs? Because that's what happenin' to me and Frankie 'round here. So make your decision, ma. 'Cause if you don't, I ain't stickin' 'round here and puttin' myself at risk." Nick then turned and began to walk from his mother, ignoring her yells.
"Don't walk away from your family!"
"I ain't walkin' away from my family, ma. I'm walkin' away from dyin' before I need to."
Miley poured herself a glass of her favourite white wine and headed over to the couch. She switched on the television and began to flick through the channels. Dammit, there's nothing on, she thought. If there was only something to amuse her ...
She heard yelling outside of her apartment. She placed her wine glass on the coffee table and headed out into the entryway, her bare feet making a gentle noise on the carpet of the living room. She peered through the peephole and saw Liam banging on the door across the hall and yelling into the apartment. She smirked to herself. It served him right. Cheaters always get what they deserve.
She pulled open the door. "Trouble in paradise?"
Liam turned around and glared at Miley. "Can you please not be an annoying little bitch right now? I'm trying to talk to my girlfriend," he snapped.
Miley leaned against the door frame and smirked at him. "Last time I checked, you were at my door and telling me that Candice cheated on you. So you want her back now, huh? What changed?"
"We ... made up last night. Not like it's any of your business."
Miley stood straight and put her hand on the door. "I could easily tell you all about what I saw this morning. But because of you being a lying, cheating, inconsiderate little bastard to me when we broke up, and because you're being a rude, conceited, incredibly obnoxious jackass right now, I think I'll keep my information to myself." She put on a smile and waved her fingers at him. "Buh-bye now, Liam." Miley then slammed her apartment door shut and walked into the living room again, a smile on her face.
Just as she sat down, her phone went off. She glanced over at it. Nick. She exhaled and read the text quickly.
I need to see you.
Miley bit her lip nervously as she read the text. The kiss in her office had been ... intense, to say the least. They were going on a date the next night. She didn't think that she could control herself around him. Not after their kiss. All she wanted to do was go back in time and feel his lips on hers, his hands exploring her body, her hands tugging desperately at his curls ...
No, she thought. Don't torture yourself. That can't happen again. Not for a long time. She had to admit, their kiss in the office had been a bit more than desperate. It had been lustful. Passionate. Fiery. Yes, neither of them had been able to keep their hands off each other. Yes, they had been acting as though they never had and never would kiss another person for as long as they lived. Yes, they were moving far faster than Miley had ever gone with a man. But she had to admit – moving fast, particularly with Nick, felt good. Almost too good to stop.
So she did it. She was sure that she had lost all logic, but she didn't know what else to do.
Be at mine in 10.
She drained her wine and closed her eyes, not able to believe that she had just texted Nick and told him to come and see her. She couldn't do it. She just couldn't. She was sure that he could walk through the door and she would end up jumping his bones.
She brought her glass into the kitchen and quickly washed it out. She put it back into the cupboard and slammed the cupboard door shut. It would be like the glass was never out of the cupboard. Nick would never know that she had drained a glass of white wine to prepare herself for his arrival.
She glanced at herself in the door of the fridge, and her jaw dropped. She looked awful. Her hair was up in a messy bun. She quickly pulled it the hair-tie out and let her hair flow down past her shoulders. Her eye make-up was slightly smudged from the day. She was wearing a pair of plaid pyjama shorts and an over-sized Brown University hoodie. She closed her eyes. She didn't have to time to run into her bedroom and change. Nick could arrive at any moment.
Interrupting her thoughts, there was a buzzing noise from the hallway. Someone was asking to be buzzed in. Not even picking up the phone, Miley let her visitor in, knowing that it was Nick. She stood by the door, inhaling and exhaling slowly, ready to answer when Nick knocked.
Within moments, there was a knock on the door. She counted to ten in her head and then opened the door to see Nick, still in his clothes from work, standing at her apartment door.
When Nick saw her, he smiled and glanced up and down at her outfit. "Casual," he commented. "I like it." He stepped into the apartment and kicked her door shut. "I needed to see you," he said quietly to her, watching her every move.
Miley smiled and slipped past him. "I'm glad you sent me that text. I kind of wanted to see you too," she admitted. "But we both know that I would never have the guts to tell you I needed to see you, no matter how -"
Miley was cut off by Nick's lips on hers, one hand in her hair, the other on her lower back, pulling her close to him. She knew she should pull away. She knew that it was wrong to be involved with an employee. But Nick was addictive. Hypnotising. Irresistible. She couldn't get enough of him.
As Nick moved his lips to her neck, Miley threw her head back, struggling to catch her breath. He had a special effect on her. She couldn't explain it.
"The living room," Miley managed to get out.
Nick lifted her up by placing his hands on her ass and pulling her up. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing herself close to him. They stumbled into her living room, desperately attacking each other's lips. The backs of Nick's legs hit the couch, causing him to lose his balance and fall back onto the couch. Miley giggled and straddled him, pulling away from the kiss and looking at him.
Now or never, she thought.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I needed to see you."
"Yes, but why?"
Nick stayed silent. He couldn't tell her about the drug deal, Alex, his mom, the territory war. She wouldn't get it. She would expect him to drop his responsibilities to keep her safe. To keep himself safe. He couldn't do that. As much as he wanted to drop the BB and run off with Miley, he couldn't. Even if he was mad at his mom for all that she had said to him, he couldn't put her in the same position that Joe had once put her in. It wasn't fair on her and it wasn't fair on Frankie.
"I missed you." Nick chuckled. "What else is there to it? I missed you. Not that big a deal, is it?"
Miley studied his expression. He was lying, and she sure as hell knew it. Not wanting to start a fight, Miley kissed him softly again. She wanted the night to be good. She wanted it to be special. She didn't want to look back and remember them arguing on her couch because she wanted to know why he came over. He was there. Wasn't that enough?
Soon, their kiss became heated. Miley felt him grow hard beneath her as, not even realising, she was grinding against him as they frantically attacked each other's lips. She was desperately tugging at his curls as his hands ran up and down her back. They both were breathing heavily and letting out small grunts and moans every now and again. Both of them were filled with a want, a need, a desire, for one another.
Nick pulled away and closed his eyes. "Too fast," he said softly.
Miley nodded. "Way too fast."
Nick looked up at her and smiled slightly at her. "I want to stop, but I don't know if I can."
She giggled slightly and bit her lip. "Maybe we don't have to," she whispered in his ear. She pressed herself against him and ran her hand down his chest, resting it just above the waistband of his pants. "We could go to the bedroom, if you want," she said in a low, sultry voice. She bit down on his ear lobe, making him moan loudly and grip her waist. "You can do whatever you want to me."
Miley got off him and stood up. She bit her lip and walked out of the room, swaying her hips as she went.
Nick leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He exhaled deeply and clenched his fists. He so badly wanted her. He was filled with a lustful wanting that he hadn't felt in a long, long time. He knew he shouldn't. She was his boss. But as he glanced at the living room door, he couldn't help but think about how badly he wanted to be in her bedroom with her.
Nick eventually made a decision and rose to his feet. He was going to do it. He didn't care what the repercussions were. All he knew was that he wanted her more than he had ever wanted a woman in his life and he couldn't leave.
Miley looked in her bathroom mirror and inhaled deeply. Her black satin kimono wrap was tied in a loose knot at the front. It cut off mid-thigh, revealing her long tanned legs. She closed her eyes and thought about the red lace push-up bra and the matching red lace thong she had on underneath. If the underwear wasn't enough to make him fall to his knees for her, she didn't know what was.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
She hadn't worn sexy underwear for a man since Liam. She had known Nick for a matter of days, and there she was, wearing red lace underwear and a black satin wrap, ready to seduce him into her bed. She felt herself growing wet at the simple thought of all the things Nick could do to her. She crossed her legs slightly and bit her lip. She took another deep breath and looked in the mirror. She had to admit, she looked pretty damn sexy.
Miley opened the door of her ensuite bathroom and leaned against the door frame leading into her bedroom. She saw Nick with his back to her, looking out the window over the city in silence. He heard the bathroom door creak open and turned around to look at Miley.
Miley noticed how his eyes lingered on her long legs. She felt as though he was taking in every tiny little spot of her body. His eyes wandered up to his silk kimono and finally landed on her face. She smirked and stepped into her bedroom.
"So you didn't run for the door then, huh?" she asked.
Nick gulped, allowing his eyes to wander back to Miley's legs. "No, I guess not." His eyes landed on the part of her chest that was exposed to him. "I guess I wanted to see what you had in store for me."
"I think you'll like it," she said. Miley walked around her bed and stood in front of him. "Do you like red, Nicholas?" she asked, putting her hand on the loose knot of her kimono. She smirked as he nodded slightly. "I'm glad," she said. "You know, red has always been one of my favourite colours." Miley undid the knot and allowed the thin piece of black satin to fall to the floor, revealing her red underwear.
Without allowing Nick to speak, Miley pushed Nick on his back and straddled him. She smirked as she looked down at him. His eyes, although dark and filled with lust, showed a certain amount of excitement as he looked at her flawless body. Miley liked a man who was excited at the mere sight of her body. It had been a long time since she had felt like a man was actually happy to be with her, and she was sure as hell going to make it last because God only knew when she would get the chance again.
Nick pulled her head down and pressed his lips against hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth and running his hands through her hair. He rolled her over so that he was on top and ran his hands over her body while Miley pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it across the room and pulling his head down to meet hers once more. Their lips collided again, desperate to be touching one another, her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on his pants, starting to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. He quickly kicked them off and let them land to the floor, leaving him in his boxers.
Miley pulled away from the kiss and slipped out from under him. She moved so that her head was on the pillows and looked at him invitingly. Nick moved on top of her and smiled.
"You look pretty damn beautiful," he whispered.
"You aren't so bad yourself," she replied.
Nick slipped his hands behind her back and felt around for a hook. Miley bit her lip, a slightly smirk on her lips, and unhooked her bra at the front. She pulled it off and tossed it across the room. She placed her hands on his chest as he stared at her breasts. He smiled and began to slowly kiss down her neck to her breasts. He took her left breast in his hand and began to fondle it while his mouth worked on her right, running his tongue over her nipple, enjoying the sound of her moans and cries of pleasure.
His eyes suddenly snapped open. He felt a small, cold hand slip into his boxers. He glanced up at Miley's face and saw her biting her lip, her eyes closed. He let out a small grunt as he felt her hand wrap around him. He rolled onto his back, pulling her on stop of him, and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her hand around him, loving the sound of her heavy breathing.
After a few moments of her hand doing things with him that he didn't think he would ever have done to him, he flipped Miley over and hooked his thumbs around her thong. He slowly started to pull it down when he felt her hand on his chest. He looked up at her.
"I can't believe we're doing this," she whispered.
"We don't have to."
"No no, I want to. It's just ..." Miley sighed and closed her eyes. "This is probably going to kill the moment completely, but I don't want this to just be a one night thing. I've been there and it sucked. If we're doing to do this, you have to promise me that when I wake up in the morning, you won't be gone. You have to promise me that, when I get to work tomorrow morning, you won't completely blank me and pretend that tonight never happened."
Nick smiled softly and kissed her forehead softly. "I promise," he whispered. He ran his index finger down her body and smirked. "Trust me, after seein' you like this, I ain't goin' to stop thinkin' about it all day tomorrow. You don't have to worry about a thing."
Miley smiled back at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Then let's do this," she replied.
Nick nodded and hooked his thumbs in her thong again. He slowly pulled the thong down her thighs, past her knees, over her ankles, off her legs, and threw it over his shoulder. He leaned back a bit and looked at her body. As much as he hated to admit it, his breath caught in his throat. He couldn't believe that it had, but it did. He had never believed in the whole heart-skips-a- beat, breath-catches-in-your-throat, butterflies-in-your-tummy kind of feeling. That was, of course, before he met Miley.
"You're beautiful," he whispered in her ear.
Miley blushed and started to slide his boxers down his legs. Nick kicked them off and allowed them to land on the floor. He positioned himself between her legs and looked at her. He narrowed his eyes and examined her expression for any last minute doubts.
"We don't have to do this, you know. If you don't want to, we can just get dressed and pretend this never -"
"If you say happened I will wrap my hands around your neck and strangle you right now."
Nick chuckled at her response and ran his hands down her body, allowing them to land on her hips. "Are you ready?" he asked, looking down at her body and then back to her face.
Miley's crystal blue eyes twinkled as she looked at him, a gentle smile on her face, biting her lip. "As ready as I'll ever be." She reached into the drawer beside her bed and pulled out a condom. She ripped it open and rolled it onto him, watching his face as she did, a cheeky smile playing on her lips.
When the condom was on, Nick slowly pushed himself inside her. Miley gasped and tightened her grip around his neck. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as Nick began to move. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing their bodies closer together, and dug her nails into his back as he began to move faster and harder.
"Oh my God ... Nick ... Oh my God ..."
That night, Miley and Nick moved together as one. They had sex two or three more times that night, eventually falling asleep together at around two in the morning. For the first time in months, Miley fell asleep with a smile on her face, knowing that, for once, she wasn't alone.
Aw, my babies had sex :') Well, not my babies. That would just be weird ... But I feel like the characters in my stories are my babies :) BUT I DO NOT OWN NICK OR MILEY AT ALL IN REAL LIFE. Just in my dreams :')
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