Catching Avery

Chapter 14

Greed: Because I couldn't stop thinking about him and wanting more...much, much more.

Avery~

I heard a faint ringing/buzzing in my ear and wondered who would dare interrupt my slumber at all hours of the morning on a Saturday. I opened my eyes-well, eye-and looked around for the offending noise and possibly a clock. When I finally located a clock on the nightstand, the bastard was trying to convince me that it was already ten am.

What bullshit.

The malicious ringing/buzzing that was coming from my purse blessedly stopped. However, it didn't matter because I was already awake enough to have to get up and pee. So, I crept out of bed in all my naked glory as slowly as I could, and it wasn't to be considerate of Nicholas, either. It was because my entire body hurt, and I couldn't move any faster than a crippled turtle.

Making my way towards the bathroom door, I looked back to see if Nicholas was still sleeping. Satisfied that I hadn't woken him up, I crept into the bathroom as quietly as I could to do my business. However, when I sat on the toilet, I hadn't expected to almost pass out.

"Motherfucker."

I heard a faint 'Avery' coming from the other side of the door, but all I could focus on were the fires of hell currently singeing my lady bits, and it was obvious that Nicholas must have torn me sometime last night. After I'd given him head in the shower, he'd taken me back to his bed where he had preceded with rounds three and four. It'd been past three in the morning when I had finally slid off his body, passing out for the rest of the night.

I cringed when I heard pounding on the door. "Avery!"

"I'm fine, Nicholas," I lied. "Just...just give me a minute, please." I knew that he was stubborn, but I still prayed that he would cut me some slack this one time.

"Are you sure?" I could hear him clearing his throat through the door, a touch of hesitation in his voice. "I can help with whatever you need, Imp."

I was going to end up falling in love with this lunatic.

"I'm fine, really. Just...I'll be out in a sec."

I waited to hear if he'd say anything more, but when I was satisfied that he went back to bed, I very, very, very tenderly wiped myself clean, then hobbled my way to the sink to wash my hands and face.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I looked like a trainwreck. After round three, Nicholas had gone and gotten my purse out of the foray, so that I could grab the scrunchie that I always kept in there, and he must have attempted to tame my hair after I had passed out on him because I didn't remember putting my hair up, but there it was...up...kind of.

As I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth, I noticed random bruises and bite marks all over my body, and I instantly felt my nether regions clench in satisfaction. Nicholas had made last night everything that I'd wanted it to be, and my body was still humming. I'd never been so sexually sated in all my life, so the least that I could do was hobble myself out of this bathroom and thank the man. I opened the door to do just that, but then ran smack dab into a wall of muscle; a wall of yummy, scrumptious, washboard-hard, muscled sexiness.

Nicholas had never gone back to bed.

He'd been standing outside the door the entire time.

I managed to tear my eyes away from his body, then peeked up at him. "Hey."

He tilted his head to the side, and all playfulness was gone from his face. "Why were you screaming profanities first thing in the morning, Avery?"

I let out a deep sigh. I didn't want to tell him the truth, and the truth was more selfish than the need to shelter him from knowing that he might have actually harmed me. If my Venus Fly Trap was indeed torn, then there was no way that we could keep on with our weekend sexfest, and I wasn't ready to leave just yet.