Wild Nights With My Brother’s Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 15

NICOLE

“What are you doing here?” Roman asks right away, stepping closer to me in a way that makes my privacy feel invaded. “Seriously, Nikki. You shouldn’t be in a place like this.”

“Oh, you’re my protective, possessive boyfriend, are you?” I ask almost angrily, reaching for the door handle that will take me into the bathroom. Roman closes his hand around my wrist and pushes me against the wall.

I hate how hot my skin gets at the feel of his body so close to mine.

“Don’t try to give me any of that,” he grits out, his eyes searching mine almost feverishly. “You’re the one who’s at the strip club. Who’re you with?”

“I don’t have to answer that question. And I won’t.”

Roman’s face is only inches away from mine. Something dark and dangerous is flashing in his eyes. “You wouldn’t have gotten into this place on your own. Who are you with?”

“Like I said, I won’t answer that.”

Roman backs away a little, his eyes slightly narrowed. For some reason, his reaction pleases me a lot more than it should. I shouldn’t care that he’s jealous—why does this matter when I don’t want him in the first place?

“Nikki,” he says slowly before shaking his head, “I hope you know just how crazy you’re driving me. But you do know that, don’t you? Why else would you be here?”

“Do you think I came because I knew you’d be here? Don’t be delusional, Roman. How would I even find out about that?”

“You tell me.”

I give my head a shake. “I don’t have time for this, okay?”

I reach for the handle again but he stops me. Again. “Roman, that’s enough.”

“You’re not going to go anywhere unless you tell me who you’re here with!”

His invasiveness angers me and I end up saying the first thing that’s on my mind. “I’m here with your future father-in-law. Happy?”

Roman tenses up. Honestly, I thought I’d shock him or something, but I didn’t expect to see fear written all over his face. “What?”

I don’t answer him. Instead, I stare at his face curiously, gauging his reaction. He closes his hands around my arms and asks through clenched teeth, “How did you meet him, Nikki? Do you realize what kind of danger you’re in?”

I shrug. “He seems like a nice guy.”

The energy between us shifts. It’s gotten darker and heavier. “Nice guy, huh?”

For some reason, I just keep going, encouraged by his change of mood. It feels fucking amazing to see he isn’t smiling the way he usually does. Oh, things have stopped being funny, have they? I’ve felt like shit for days since my last interaction with him. And yes, I’m acting like a wounded animal-all defensive. This deeply rooted immaturity of mine is also acting out.

I want to hurt him the same way he hurt me.

“Really nice guy,” I add. “In fact, I’m sure he’d fuck me tonight if I let him. And maybe I should-he seems like a far more sensible guy than you. And if I have to make a mistake, then let it be with someone like him. Someone who actually knows what they’re-”

Roman doesn’t even let me finish. In a flash, he opens the bathroom door and shoves me inside. I nearly lose my footing. If it weren’t for his hand around my wrist, I’d probably fall.

“Let me go!”

“A sign at the door isn’t going to stop me from having you, Nikki. Not when I’ve spent the entire week thinking about you.” He deepens his kiss and his hand slides to my ass. “I didn’t even wash my fucking sheets. They’re the same ones I fucked you on. Your scent drives me insane.”

My face heats up and I lose it. Roman starts to move, his hand firmly on my hip. We’re backing away and I’m only vaguely aware that we’re in one of the stalls. He trails wet kisses along my jawline, then sucks the spot on my neck that makes moisture pool between my legs.

I’m weak. Helpless. Putty in his hands.

My body’s singing with desire, and every warning bell just stops working.

“I need to have a taste of you,” he says gruffly before sinking to his knees before me. I watch him roll my dress up slowly, like he’s taking his sweet time and he’s entranced by the sight before him. He sees my red lace panties and a dark look crosses his eyes.

“Who did you put these panties on for? For him?”

“And if I did?” I challenge, savoring his jealousy.

Roman rips the panties off, tearing them before tossing them aside. I’m bare before him, and he parts my flesh with his fingers before flicking his tongue over my most sensitive part.

I throw my head back and stars explode behind my closed lids.