The Pool Boy (Nashville Neighborhood, #2)

by Nikki Sloane

My head was still spinning from what he’d confessed. Five years he’d wanted me, and now he’d become a man wild with lust. It was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I felt exactly the same way.

What we were doing was reckless. He was my best friend’s son, and she’d never forgive this betrayal, but I was too desperate to stop. Troy and I were already past the point of no return, so I justified what was happening be...

Not the fabric, nor a ring on my finger, nor the years spanning between us.

“I like paying attention to you,” he whispered,

He’d confessed he’d wanted this for a long time. Had I even come close to meeting his expectations? He’d exceeded mine so spectacularly. The first orgasm I hadn’t achieved by myself in years.

He stood there and smiled like I’d given him pleasure and it wasn’t the other way around.

“Shit,” he groaned while my fists slid back and forth in steady strokes. I squeezed even harder. “Is this for me?” In response, he nudged his hips forward, essentially fucking my hands, and brought his mouth right beside my ear. “Every . . . last . . . inch.”

I’d only slid down a few inches on him before he began to thrust, and he wasn’t gentle either. He was . . . urgent. Like he’d waited his whole damn life and wasn’t going to waste another second.

For a single breath, I considered Clark showing up unannounced and witnessing Troy pinned against the kitchen counter, me on my knees and his dick in my mouth. It was scandalous. Shockingly out of character for me, and—shit—it was freeing.

His eyes were heavy, and his chest rose and fell rapidly with his hurried breath. God, he was so hot, it wasn’t even fair.

probably wanting to ease me back and slow me down. But he’d unlocked a secret part of me and set it free, and the feral creature I became was desperate to give him satisfaction. I rocked on my knees, sliding my fist along the length of him in time with my mouth. There was panic in his voice. “Erika, I’m close.”

He’d been fighting the urge, trying to hold off, but I made it impossible, and he gave in seconds later. His thrusts resumed, and he pushed deep into my mouth. “I’m gonna . . .” he gasped. “Fuck. Fuck.” I froze in place as his movements became shallow and erratic, and the grip in my hair tightened to the point it was uncomfortable, but that only turned me on more. “Fuck,” he moaned again.

It was so overwhelming, I couldn’t tell if I was about to laugh or cry. So, I did neither. I knelt at his feet and stared at him with wonder. Dear lord, he stole my breath.

He gazed at me with satisfaction, but also with a touch of embarrassment, like a student about to admit he hadn’t done his assignment.

I was buzzing, and my warm voice reflected my dreamy state. “What is it?” His gaze shifted away. “That was over a lot sooner than I wanted it to be.” If anyone should have been embarrassed, it was me. I’d ruined our chances for anything else. “I know,” I said. “I’m sorry. I was enjoyi...

“I need fifteen minutes,” he said softly, “and I’ll be ready again.” “What?” The corner of his mouth lifted into a sultry smile, and his confidence returned faster than the snap of his fingers. “If you want to go down...

His tenderness was disorienting. He was young and supposed to be inexperienced, yet he knew exactly what I needed.

he acted like it was perfectly natural. Like he’d been here all along and I hadn’t noticed him until now.

“Maybe,” he sandwiched between kisses, “we can go somewhere more comfortable? Not that the counter wasn’t fun.” I smiled. “Hey, that was all your idea.” “Yeah, I know.” He shrugged. “I couldn’t wait any longer.” His words caused flutters in my belly, and I tucked a lock of my hair behind an ear. “Well, I have a bedroom. It has a bed and everything.” He exaggerated his fascination. “You don’t say? This I gotta see.”

He stared at me with unflinching eyes as I softly sang about secret love and being scared to tell the other person how I felt. The atmosphere in the room grew enormously intense in a single heartbeat. The lyrics and their meaning were so powerful, it forced me to trail off. Oh, Jesus. Was this how he felt about me all these years?

There was a pang in my heart. He was eager to have sex with me. Lord, I’d spent so much of my life with someone who didn’t initiate and certainly never was excited for intimacy.

All those years with one man, while another was right there, secretly wanting and willing to give me exactly what I craved.

Troy’s head thudded against the back of the couch for a second as pleasure ripped through his expression, and it was as if he needed a moment to regroup. To mentally prepare for what we were about to do.

I was the one on top, yet he was the one in command. Beneath me, the muscles in his thighs went taut and he flexed up into me. His hands were firm on my waist, urging me to rock back and forth and ride him.

Was it supposed to feel this amazing? Or had it simply just been so long I’d forgotten?

“Tell me you’re close,” he demanded. I was, but I slowed the roll of my body and peeled my lips back in a victorious smile. “Maybe I want to enjoy you like this for a little while longer. You can keep up, can’t you, Troy?” Dark heat flashed in his eyes. “Yeah, I fucking can.” “It’s okay if you can’t,” I whispered, stunned by my mocking tone. “I have a drawer of toys that I can always—” His fingers bit into my waist, commanding me to move. “Maybe you don’t need them anymore. You want to get off? I’m right here.”

His tone reflected his ruthless determination. “You like the sound of that? Me being your personal sex toy?” “Fuck,” I cried. My mind went white-hot at the idea. “Yeah, I thought so.”

“You can use me however you want to.”

How long would this last, where every little thing he did revealed how much I’d been missing?

I didn’t love Clark anymore, but I’d spent so much of my life with him, it was impossible not to care, at least a little.

Fuck me, he was a pool boy and a personal trainer. I was like the ultimate cougar, snatching up the hottest boy toy.

Either one of them could hire more workers, but I was cheap and reliable labor. Plus, they had me over a fucking barrel.

He blinked in confusion. “After?” I felt like a woman possessed as my hand fisted the front of his shirt and jerked him forward, making him crash into me. I lifted onto my toes and pressed my mouth to his, desperate to have his lips against mine. “Oh, I got it.” He chuckled. “Business after the pleasure.” “I tried waiting,” I said in between kisses, “but I can’t.” I slid a hand up to cup the back of his neck. “I don’t think you understand how badly I want you.”

“All day?” His seductive tone and the brush of his fingers made the ache inside me worse. “Try waiting five years, Erika.”

“You think it’ll be easier when you’re all bare inside me?” He pressed his lips together. “Yeah, it’s a concern.”

I sounded evil. “You want to fuck me?” “Yes.” His lust-soaked word made me shiver. “That’s too bad,” I said with a mocking tone. “Because I’m going to fuck you.”

“Don’t come yet,” I said. “Well, don’t be so fucking hot,” he shot back. The smile that spread across my face was unstoppable.

I’d never thought of myself as a cruel person, but he brought out a side of me that liked to tease.

Denied too long, Troy took control. I gaped up at him in awe, utterly thrilled by the ruthless way he took me. He rutted like a beast.

Shit, she was going to ruin other women for me.

With the way she was looking at me, there was no need to say it out loud. She blamed me for putting this fantasy in Troy’s head.

“You’re going to be so proud,” I said. If she didn’t believe in him after that, then I’d have to believe for her too.

It was painful to smile. Could she not be practical for once in her fucking life?

And now as I stared at him, I was filled with so much more than basic lust. I longed for him.

Whenever I heard new music in my head, it was usually just fragments. Like a few fingers absentmindedly touching the keys of a piano. The melody in my mind now? It was strong and confident and nearly complete. It played in a beautiful, endless loop as Troy’s lips made wordless pleas and promises about our future.

Oh, God, I was drowning in this man. How had I let this happen?

She just wanted to see me happy, but a voice in the back of my mind whined that she was doing the same thing to me that she did to Troy. She made decisions without consulting anyone else.

She thought she knew what was best for me. Or at least, better than I did.

He had no right to look now, but still he had the audacity to do it anyway.

He’d never forgiven me for telling Derrick’s wife, and I was sure he felt vindicated in exposing me. I could hear my ex’s voice echoing in my head. “Now we’re even.”