Nick:

I finally got the courage to walk away.

It finally took three years to get out of what I should never have done, and that was marrying Tessa. I know the last seven months of what I've been doing was wrong on so many levels, and I know I should have ended things with Tessa long before I started having a relationship with Brianna, but believe it or not, I was afraid. I was fearful about what my father would say or what he would think. And I was also trying to prove to my brother; I was brave enough to be a married man.

My brother always said I had no balls. And he's right. The reason, you ask? I had no self-respect and was a coward because I couldn't face my problems as a man should. I let Tessa run my life, and she made me her puppet. And now that's changed. I finally got the balls to face and deal with the issues weighing on my heart and mind.

I feel a lot lighter now that a huge weight has lifted off my shoulders.

I now felt relieved. Happy. And as I started my car to leave, I grinned from ear to ear. But that smile soon faded when I started pulling out of the driveway. Tessa came running out of the house, yelling and screaming, and as I pulled out onto the street, she picked up a landscaping brick along with some rocks and ran to the road, throwing them all at my car when I stepped hard on the gas pedal, squealing the tires as I drove off. I thought about stopping after I heard my back window crack, but to keep the cops away, I kept going.

I drove for the longest time, thinking. Then I called Brianna and filled her in on what happened when I had my 'talk' with Tessa. If that's what you want to call it. And because of Tessa's reaction to the news and for what she did to my car, I asked her to stay at Cora's until she heard from me. I knew not to go back to Brianna's, and after hours of driving, I decided it would be best to stay in a hotel and found one just outside of town. After I got out of my car and stretched, I walked to the vehicle's back to see all the damage Tessa caused. Cracked rear window, broken tail lights, and dents. Bitch...

A heavy sigh came out of me as I looked to the ground. All the anger and frustrations I was feeling at the moment had me wanting to stand where I was and yell as loud as I could, but I couldn't. It wasn't worth it, and I knew it wasn't worth to be angry since I'm the cause of all this heartache with Brianna and Tessa.

I headed into the hotel to make sure there was a vacancy and was happy to hear there was one available. It was the perfect room and a room Brianna and I both needed. A suite with a jacuzzi. After I got settled into the room, I called Brianna, informed her where I was, then asked that she stay with me, mentioning that I needed her.

******

Brianna:

"I'm so sorry, Brianna. I know this is something I created, and it's a mess. I'm pissed at myself for getting you involved in something I could have easily taken care of long before we got together. But right now, I need you. Please come to the hotel; I need you more than ever."

Nick sounded desperate. He's right, though. He got himself in this mess, and he can fix it. Now he has a damaged car, an upset pregnant girlfriend, and a soon-to-be ex-wife who has completely lost it. Well, Tessa was a mess before this and had crazy significant mood swings before this all came about, but now? Now she's gone utterly mad. She knows she lost her meal ticket, knows her free ride has come to an end, and now I worry she's coming after me.

If Tessa has no shame in what she did to Nick and has done to him, then, well, she won't care, she won't be afraid, and she will have no shame in hurting me, either.

I didn't want to give Nick any hope I would come to the hotel, and I wanted him to think long and hard about what he's done, that I sighed while responding, "We'll see."

I lowered my phone to my lap, and feeling saddened; I looked over to Cora. "I don't know what I should do."

Cora shrugged and lifted her glass of wine to her lips, ready to drink. But then she lowered her glass to her leg. "I think you should go talk to him. Help him figure his life out. The way it sounds, Nick may have felt bullied by everyone, that he thought he needed to stay married to Tessa. No matter how unhappy he was. And to keep everyone happy, Nick tried staying married to her. Yet, he failed to remain faithful because he was so unhappy in the marriage. He most likely saw other relationships where they were happy and so in love that he was jealous. Nick wanted his heart to feel that too. Then, he met you. The beautiful, outgoing, and smart Brianna. You were the ticket for him to wake up and realize he needed to do something with his life."

"He should have walked away from Tessa then," I said, cutting her off, not meaning to. Her words were making sense to me, but I couldn't help but throw that part in. I know Nick, and I have talked about this already, but it was still heavily weighing on me, and now we're dealing with a woman who has turned crazier than she already was.

Cora swallowed her full glass of wine, then refilled her glass. She looked from her glass to me as she poured. "Brianna. You know I despise cheaters, and I'm a strong believer of once a cheater, always a cheater, but for some reason, I don't feel that way with Nick. I think he did what he had to do because that's all he could do. You were what made him happy. You are what makes him happy. I don't know him as you do. But when you left town and refused to tell anyone where you were, he was worried. Very worried. I talked to him many times. He knew he fucked up, and by you, leaving was the wake-up call he needed. Those papers that he had served to Tessa were in the works for a long time. Sometimes, things take time, and we all know Nick kept pushing that attorney of his to hurry. So he could move on without her, and to move on with you. Nick loves you. I know he does. And if he didn't love you, then he never would have called to have you go somewhere safe. A place where Tessa will never find you."

I sat on Cora's couch, listening to her speak, and found my mind wandering, thinking about Nick and how depressed he sounded on the phone. And the more Cora said her thoughts, the more I realized she's right.

Cora lowered her glass from her lips, then pointed to my growing belly. "You need to think about that baby too. It's not good to stress yourself out; you'll stress that baby out. I honestly believe Nick will do anything to protect you." She paused, then giggled. "Look back at what he did to Alex a couple of months back. Nick's protective over you. And now that his child is growing inside you, he'll be even more protective of you and will not let Tessa get anywhere near you."

I bit my bottom lip, thinking. "That's true. Nick's been very protective of me and has been since we started seeing each other. I should go to him. I keep saying I won't let Tessa get to me, and if I stay here, it will only show I let her do just that. And then she'll know, she won."

Cora smiled, knowing she finally put some sense into this. She also knows me well and knows that if I were to stay here, I'd be a mess myself, and knows all I will end up doing is worry about Nick all night. "All I've had to drink was a glass and a half of wine. If you would like, I can drive you to the hotel. Tessa knows your car, and if she's out driving around looking for you and Nick, and she spots your vehicles. You know she'll damage your car too."

"Okay."

******

"Call me if you need me," Cora said as I got out of her car.

I smiled. "I know I'll be fine. Thanks for the ride."

I walked into the hotel, and right away, everyone's eyes were on me. I guess I never even paid attention to what kind of hotel Nick picked for us to stay in, but after taking another look at my surroundings and saw how fancy it was, I realized this was no Days Inn. I looked at my clothing, then discreetly looked at everyone around me, and suddenly I felt like Vivian from the movie Pretty Woman.

Shit...

I walked faster towards the elevators, and just as I was to push the button, the doors opened, and like a flash, I was inside the car, repeatedly hitting the close button.

Damn him. He could have at least warned me this was a high-end hotel. As the car went up, I watched the numbers change, hoping I would get to my floor without another human stopping the car to get on. And I made it to the fifth floor. I stepped out, headed down the hallway, and when I got to Nick's room, I stood holding my fist up inches away from the door, hoping for no more surprises, then gently knocked.

The door opened, Nick smiled, and the next thing I knew, I was inside his room, pressed up against the wall, with his lips on mine. Kissing me like he hadn't seen me in years, then leaving me gasping for air when he parted from my lips.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you here," he lowly said, sounding relieved. And before I could say anything, his lips collided with mine again.

The way he was kissing me; hard, demanding, possessive, and so full of hunger; it had my panties moistening, my pussy pulsating to beat the band and my inner core on fire. I grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, hurriedly pulled it up over his head, and threw it to the ground.

This wasn't what I expected to happen after walking into his room, but now that it is, I'm not going to complain. He obviously needs a release to relieve the tension with him, hoping it'll get his mind off whatever happened earlier.

His mouth left mine, his hands reached up, and in one hard, desperate pull, my top was ripped open, with the buttons scattering and his face lowering between my breasts, all while his hands roamed behind me to unlatch my bra.

My bra dropped and his mouth instantly wrapped around a breast, while his other hand fondled the neglected breast. Then he repeated sexual teasing with my other breast.

For what Nick had to deal with earlier, and with how depressed he sounded when I had talked to him at Cora's, I wanted to give him something to make that frown of his curve upwards into a smile. And while lowering to my knees, I desperately pushed down his pants. My eyes rolled up to Nick's, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, and then I smiled like a donut and glided my mouth slowly down his hardened cock, enjoying the moans escaping his throat.

My eyes remained focused on his, and as my mouth went to the end of his cock, he loudly gasped, and his hands firmly gripped my hair, then tugged hard. "Oh. Fuck. Bri!"

My head slowly moved back, with my eyes still on his, and when I reached the tip of his excited shaft, I smiled at him and then I extended out my tongue, circled the crown, and teased his cock in every way I could, making him pant like a dog.

Nick's moaning increased, the more my mouth pleasured him. I wanted him to have the best blow job ever and continued bobbing my head up and down while using my tongue to tease and excite the veins of his throbbing cock. I felt him pulsating against the walls of my mouth. Then, I started tasting his precum and knew his release was nearing. I gently grabbed hold of his balls and massaged them while increasing the speed of how my mouth glided up and down his shaft.

Nick rested his hands on either side of my head, flung his head backward, and groaned up a storm as he popped his cork.

He lowered his head and locked his eyes with mine. "Damn, Brianna," he said quietly. "That was..." he began to say, then stopped when I stood and hushed him with my finger while I pressed it against his lips.

"Shh..."

He picked me up, carried me, and laid me on the bed. Then, with his fists pressed down into the bed on either side of me, he looked at me with lust in the eyes and smiled. "Just think, Bri," he said, removing one hand from the bed and caressing the side of my face. "Everything you've wanted, you'll now have, and there will be no more lame excuses of me having to leave to go home. I'm all yours. Morning. Day. And night."

Yes. That is everything I have wanted for months, and hearing Nick confirm what I've been asking and hoping for, he had me feeling like a popsicle that was standing next to the sun. I was melting, and I was melting fast.

I smiled and smiled widely as I quietly spoke, "It's about damn time."

"I know. Tell me about it. This is the day I have long waited for. But I'm glad it took longer for me to do what I wanted to do after I married her. Had I not waited this long, I probably would have never met you, you wouldn't be here with me like you are now, and you definitely wouldn't be carrying my child."

My brows dropped. "I wouldn't be now, would I?"

He shook his head. "No," he whispered. "And I don't want to think about that, either. But what I do want to think about is you. I want to make sure you're happy, safe, and satisfied. And now that I know you're happy and safe. It's time that I satisfy you," he said, pressing his lips to mine, then smiled before feathering his kisses along down my body until he got to the prize.

He spread my legs, lowered his mouth, and began devouring the pie. My hands desperately gripped hold of the sheets, my head tilted back, and then I profusely moaned, "Nick... Oh, God, Nick!"

His tongue softly glided up and down against my clit; then, he circled his tongue around while two of his fingers thrust into the hole that desperately wanted him to enter. And after he brought me to my orgasmic bliss that had my body violently shaking, Nick moved up to my mouth, covering it with his, then tangled his tongue with mine, and having me taste myself. His cock found my opening, and in one slow thrust, he buried himself inside.

"Deeper," I begged.

"The baby," he worriedly said.

"The baby is fine. Now go deeper," I demanded, digging my nails into him.

His hands reached for mine, pinned them above my head, and sank himself deeper into me, then began exercising his lower half and making love to me in a much different way. I liked it, and I didn't want him to stop. He was gentle and so loving that my g-spot was on high alert and was more easily excited every time Nick hit my magical spot.

I feel that the sex feels different because he's more relaxed, knowing he has no more secrets and nothing to hide from me anymore.

We orgasmed together, and as he removed himself from me and rolled onto his back, he pulled me with him and had me lay on top of him. I lowered the side of my face against his chest and caressed his chest while he stroked my back. "I feel so free, and it's one of the greatest feelings I've felt in a long time. Damn, Bri. I hadn't felt this way since before I met, you know who."

I lifted my head, still slowly caressing his chest with the tips of my fingers, and smiled. "And you should feel free."

The corners of his lips slowly raised into a smile, then tightly squeezed me. "I'm glad you made it here, okay. I was beginning to worry about you. I have a strange feeling; Tessa will be out for revenge."

******

Nick:

Brianna fell asleep in my arms, and I couldn't help but lay quietly and watch her sleep. She looked so damn innocent. Actually, she was innocent, and I fucking hate myself for what I've put her through.

It still bothers me that I let my situation get as far as it did and how my lies and deceit nearly cost me my future with Brianna. The more I thought about her and how I should deal with Tessa, the more depressed I became, and I was starting to feel sorry for myself that I couldn't fall asleep.

I carefully slid Brianna off as I got out of bed, trying not to wake her. I dressed, then looked to see what kind of alcohol the hotel had stocked in the room. I didn't see anything that interested me and sighed while looking at the time. After seeing there was more than enough time to have a couple of drinks down at the hotel bar, I snuck out.

"What are you having?" The bartender asked as I sat my sorry as in the chair.

"Whiskey on the rocks. Top shelf, please," I emphasized.

The bar was quite busy, and as I waited for my drink, I looked around and noticed a younger crowd on the other side of the room partying up a storm. They were hollering, cheering, laughing, goofing off, and having a good ole time. "Twenty-first birthday party," the bartender said as he set my drink in front of me. "They've been at it all night."

I chuckled. "I remember when I turned twenty-one. They're doing exactly what I did. Whoever's birthday it is, buy that person a drink on me," I said, pushing cash towards him.

I was on my fourth glass of whiskey when the bartender placed two shots of who knows what in front of me. "What's this?"

"Fireball. That party over there," he pointed, "bought the entire bar a round of shots. Enjoy."

"You bet I will," I slurred a little, then turned around. The group held up their shot glasses towards me, so I picked up mine and walked over to them, raising my shots. "Thanks for the drinks, and happy birthday to whoever you are."

A young blonde woman wearing a very revealing skimpy black dress, with her breasts practically hanging out the top, walked over to me with an enormous grin on her face, and clinked her shot glass to mine, provocatively saying, "Thanks, sexy."

I arched a brow. "Your birthday?"

She nodded, "Yes, it is."

I drank my shot, then smiled while setting my empty glass on the table. "I suppose you're looking for a birthday gift?"

"What are you offering?"

"If you'll give me a second, I'll remove my shirt. Your headlights are awfully bright, and they could use some covering."

Her smile turned upside down, then looked me up and down. She obviously didn't think it was funny. Then her smile reformed, and she reached up and rested her hands on my shoulders. "I was thinking of something else. And it was more on the lines of you buying me a drink. Then after I finished my drink, I was hoping we'd leave the bar to head up to my room."

Oh boy...

My hands reached up to hers and started removing them from me. "That's-" I started saying, then I felt a tap on my shoulder. And it was not a nice excuse me tap on the shoulder. It was an angry one, and I knew exactly who it was, especially after hearing her clear her throat. I turned around. And the next thing I see and feel. Is a hand slapping me hard across the face.

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