CHAPTER 39

The next few days, she avoided Nicholas as much as she could, even breaking her daughter's heart by not attending the picnic. She was going to make up for that later.

But that didn't last for long. On the third day after the incident in his living room, he had come looking for her.

She had ended her morning shift at the restaurant eleven and gone to change in the locker room. She had plans to go to the store to pick up Nichole to see a friend.

She had gotten a call the previous night. Obviously, Nichole was finally having luck making friends, thanks to the 'life changing' presence of a daddy. She had no words for the hypocrisy of Folks. Having a daddy had been the only qualification to allow their kids be in the company of hers.

She heard the ruckus coming from the restaurant but didn't pay mind to it. It was probably a bad tempered customer with a mixed up order.

Her uniform T-shirt was almost over her head when someone barged into the locker room. She tried to drop the fitted material back around her body but wasn't fast enough and she was blind with the clothe covering her face.

She heard the other occupant of the room move towards her and whipped the clothe over her head. She knew a moment of panic, thinking fast about something she read on workplace violence and how to deal with it but was shocked when she blinked up into Nicholas' smoldering grey eyes.

"You!," she said stupidly, lost for something sensible to say. He was giving her ample breasts a feral look and she instinctively crossed her arm over them..

"What are you doing here?," she asked angrily when she could finally make a sensible statement.

"What else do you do in a restaurant?"

"This is the locker room for women which is prohibited from entry by men, not the dining area. You obviously aren't here to eat."

"I'm here to eat actually."

"Then get out there and leave me alone," she said nodding towards the door.

"I didn't say I was here to eat food," he said as he moved to press his body to hers, giving her a lascivious smile.

"Stop!" The protest was cut short as he bent his head to give her a hot, hungry kiss. She resisted and failed valiantly, giving into the kiss. She moaned and opened her mouth, sliding her tongue into his mouth to duel with his.

Everything moved so fast she felt dizzy afterwards.

He made quick work of the hook of her bra, exposing her aching nipples and taking them into his waiting hands to knead and pinch. She whimpered, her nipples feeling more sensitive than usual.

He pressed her back against the lockers, moving his hand to raise her skirt and massaging her butt cheeks.

"I love your ass so much...," he finished on a groan as his hand slide to her sex and met her shamefully wet and ready.

It shouldn't be happening, she should be stopping him but the fact that he still came to her raving high after the blonde she saw with him gave her a kinky kind of sexual high. Knowing he couldn't get enough of her bolstered her confidence.

She was going to regret it after, but she didn't mind the few minutes of bliss in his arms. Besides, a quickie was all she needed to quench her sexual frustration and endless, sleepless nights. Nothing was going to come of it afterwards.

He unbuckled his jeans and dropped his boxers to reveal his impressive manhood. She licked her lips seductively, watching him groan in hunger.

He carried her to wrap her legs around his waist and she suddenly remembered the door.

"The door..," she whispered close to his ears.

He moved towards the door with her legs wrapped around his waist to press her against the door. Nothing was stopping him.

She giggled from the sexual high but ended with a moan as he slide home into her heat.

"Yes...," he growled as her warmth surrounded him. He couldn't take it slow, he didn't want to take it slow as he rammed in and out of her and she bounced up and down in his arms.

"Harder..," she moaned in his arms. He didn't waste time obliging her, thrusting into her like a maniac.

Her jiggling breasts wrecked havoc on his self control but he tried to hold out till she found her pleasure. She came around him with a muffled shout against his shoulder.

He thrust faster and harder then came with a growl, seating himself deep in her and releasing his seeds into the mouth of her womb.

He went limp after, panting to catch his breath.

"Let me down," she said coldly after several minutes of silence in the room.

He didn't, sensing her change in mood and neither did he withdraw from her. He raised his head to watch the discomfort in her eyes.

"Did I hurt you?" He was quite sure he didn't. She had enjoyed every minute of their quickie as much as he did.

"No," she replied not meeting his eyes. "Just let me go. Nichole is waiting for me."

"We can go see her together," he said sweetly, feeling himself growing hard inside her again.

She felt it too and gave him a sharp look before he gave her a rakish smile and started to withdraw then thrust into her again.

"I want to make you come again before we go pick up our baby, together," he said as he withdrew from her.

"I want to watch the rosy tinge on your face and know I put it there." He thrust hard into her, all the while holding her gaze. She began to close her eyes, powerless against the onslaught.

"Look at me Nadine," he commanded softly. She obeyed and watched him as he loved her body and talked dirty to her.

"Watching you walk out of here with me knowing my seeds are seeping out between your legs will make me so fucking horny and hard."

"No protection...," she whispered in a daze, but making no move to stop his rhythmic pounding into her body.

"I know," he replied, gazing into her dilated green eyes. She came again, with him silencing her this time with a kiss.

He followed immediately, draining himself in her.

He let her go after that, watching her move on shaky legs towards her locker to clean up herself.

He restored order to his clothing as she tried to use makeup to cover up her swollen lips.

She had forgotten she was going to have to walk out the store with people looking and Nicholas was definitely going to follow her out. She was mortified, as she had just confirmed what the whole town always thought about her.

And to cap it all, she had just had sex with Nicholas without a condom. She tried miserably to do the calculations in her head but couldn't focus.

Then she realized she hadn't even seen her period since the accident in the shower. She went stone cold. What if she was pregnant?

"Nadine?" She heard him call her from behind her but it felt like his voice was from far away.

It couldn't be, she tried again but failed with the calculations.

"Are you alright?," he asked as he came up behind her to rest his hand on her shoulder. She moved out of his reach.

"You didn't wear a condom," she accused him, already feeling his wet excesses seeping out between her legs.

He shrugged and the action made her so pissed she wanted to lunge at him and scratch the unconcerned look off his face. She couldn't imagine going through another pregnancy alone, she just couldn't deal with it.

..........

When he had come looking for her in the restaurant, he had been raving mad, ready to hogtie her if that was the only way she was going to listen to him.

He had walked in and she had been nowhere in sight and had walked up to the waitress to ask for her. She had said Nadine was in the locker room nodding in the direction.

He had marched straight there, despite her protests and shouts and had been pleasantly surprised to enter to see her disrobing.

The sight of her jutting full breasts had given him an instant hard on which had made him want to come in his pants.

He had taken advantage of her undress and passion and he had no regrets, not even for the fact that he came inside her, twice. He definitely had not cared if anyone walked in on them either.

He had no idea what made him do that, but as he pumped into her, the thought of Nadine with his child growing inside her with him around to watch this time around had made him lost control and he had really wanted to get her pregnant again.

He hoped she was. It would seal the deal for him.

But she was giving him a really sad look, bright spots of color on her cheeks from all their love making.

He couldn't understand the look she was giving him.

"This changes nothing between us," she said calmly, holding his gaze.

"It does, what if you are carrying my baby after what just happened?," he asked with all seriousness.

"That's not happening, ever," she replied vehemently, wishing so bad for it to be true and at the same time, relishing the idea after her panic.

Another Nichole wouldn't be so bad. But the thought of having a child alone again scared her spitless.

"Never say never," he smirked at her.

"I hate you Nicholas Cole. You are just an arrogant son of a bitch!" she said with a depressed look on her face and marched out of the changing room, walking through the restaurant with her head high under the watchful eyes of the diners as Nicholas followed hot on her heels.

Who cares what they think about her anyway? They already found her guilty of promiscuity even before she started acting that way.