Nice Guys Don't Win (The Boys #2) - Micalea Smeltzer Page 0,79

this slow.”

I whimper when his hot wet mouth closes over my breast through the cotton fabric. My core pulses with its own heartbeat.

My breaths are shaky, and I squeeze my eyes shut as he gives my other breast the same treatment.

My body wiggles beneath him and I can tell from his self-satisfied smirk that he loves knowing he’s driving me insane.

He undresses me slowly, like I’m his very own present he’s unwrapping.

He kisses every inch of my body, ignoring my pleas, and when he finally sinks into my body I nearly orgasm then and there. He rocks into me leisurely, like we have all the time in the world. I suppose we do. My nails rake down his chest to the base of his cock and he shudders, gritting his teeth.

“Zoey,” he pants my name, our hips meeting stroke for stroke. “Fuck, yes, baby. That’s it. Yes. You feel so good.” He rubs my clit, and I was already so close that I go off, my body shaking. I bite my lip, trying to keep my noises quiet but Cole plucks my lip from between my teeth. “Let me hear you, baby.”

He spreads my legs open wider, laying his body on top of mine. Our chests are plastered together, damp with perspiration. I wrap my arm around his back, holding us together as I rock my hips.

He speeds up his thrusts, unable to hold back a second longer, and comes, shuddering against me. His orgasm triggers another for me and we come down from our high together.

He smooths my hair back from my forehead. Our eyes locked.

He doesn’t say those three words. He knows I’m not ready.

But I see them.

I feel them.

27

Cole

“Why are we at Cree’s?” I ask when Zoey parks her car outside of the darkened house. “I thought we were going to dinner?”

All I want to do for my birthday is take my girl out and then go home and make love to her until we’re both exhausted.

She reaches over, squeezing my thigh. “I told you, I left my coat here the last party they had. You know, the one you dragged me out of.” She smiles.

I never knew you could feel a smile, but I do hers. It lights up the darkest parts of me.

“Right,” I sigh, reaching for the door handle. “I’ll go with you.”

The house is dark, but Cree’s car and Murray’s—who also lives here—is in the driveway.

Zoey slips out of the car, tucking her keys into the pocket of her tightly fitted black jeans. She looks incredible in those and a lacy top with a leather jacket. Since she has that jacket, I have no idea why it’s pertinent that she gets her other coat tonight. I could easily pick it up tomorrow for her.

She doesn’t bother knocking on the door, instead reaching for the knob and swinging it open.

Before I can ask her how she knew it would be open, lights turn on, blinding me, and there are shouts of, “SURPRISE!”

Several people pop those confetti things and blue and white pieces of paper float through the air, landing on me, Zoey, and the floor.

Teddy stands in the center of our friends holding a sheet cake that says Happy Birthday Cole with the Avengers on it.

I’m definitely surprised, that’s for sure.

“Wow, thanks, guys.”

Zoey smiles up at me, her eyes questioning. It’s obvious she was worried about this plan, no doubt executed by Teddy. I jerk my head in a nod, letting her know it’s okay. Sure, I was looking forward to dinner just the two of us, but this is nice too. These friends of mine are practically like family and who knows where I’ll be celebrating my birthday next year.

Someone cranks up the music, drinks are brought out, and we dig into the cake. As the night wears on there are even root beer floats.

“Isn’t this great?” Teddy asks, dancing around Zoey and me with a Zombie Dust in his hand. The golden retriever energy radiating off of him is astronomical. When someone finally captures his attention, and he falls in love it’ll be something to see.

“You did a fabulous job.” Zoey moves her body languidly against mine and I bite back a groan. She’s turning me on and there’s nothing I can do about it, except maybe drag her out of here to the bathroom for a quickie but she deserves more than a quick bathroom fuck. “The streamers are great.” She waves her hand at the ceiling where blue and white