Hurricane
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 9
She awoke to an empty bed and sounds of quiet murmurs coming from the living room. Rising silently she wrapped herself in her robe and tip-toed to her door, peeking through the partial opening to see her son in the arms of his father. A soft smile curved her lips as she spied on the two. She loved these stolen moments; moments when Niklaus was completely unguarded.
As she watched, he leaned down, murmuring something she couldn’t hear before placing tiny growly kisses just under Dominic's chubby jaw, eliciting the cutest laugh she’d heard from her baby son yet, and she grinned.
In a slightly louder voice, he spoke through a grin, “Do you think your Mum will join us sometime soon? Or will she keep spying on us from behind the door, hm?” He looked up through tawny lashes and she knew she’d been busted, so she opened the door and made her way to them.
“Good morning, love.”
She leaned over and kissed his scruffy cheek while running her fingers through the wisps of golden hair on her son’s head. “Good morning. Have you been up long?”
“Two hours or so. We thought we’d let you sleep this morning, didn’t we Dominic?” The baby kicked chubby legs and gurgled, drawing a dimpled smile from his daddy and she just had to lean over and kiss that dimple before dropping a kiss on her son’s silky head.
“You’re so good with him,” she murmured while leaning her head against Nik’s bare shoulder, her fingers trying over a muscled pec.
They were two weeks into the month she’d given him and she already knew she couldn’t let him go. She’d fallen so hard and fast, just thinking of it both thrilled and terrified her.
What would a stable life be like? Sure, she’d spent the past year in the same place, but she’d always been ready to run at a moments notice, as she had since leaving Forks. But now, here was this beautiful man, offering her a life she’d only dreamed of… Would she take to such a life, or was she too damaged by living on the run for so long?
Then she looked at her son who was falling asleep in his father’s arms and she knew she had to try. She knew what a roaming, restless life was like for a child; it was how she’d been raised by Renee, and though she’d loved her mother, she’d resented her just as much in the end.
She couldn’t do that to Dominic….
She felt Nik’s arm settle around her as he pulled her close. “You’re completely lost in thoughts, love,” he murmured while nuzzling her fragrant hair. “Care to share?”
“I…” she began, not quite sure what to say. She drew back, meeting his gaze. “Nik…I think…I think I’m beginning to love you.” His brows shot up and he smiled.
“You think?” His smile stretched into a grin and she swatted his shoulder.
“Don’t push it.”
He laughed lightly. “Okay, I won’t, but I’m curious what thoughts led you to share that.”
She laid her head back on his shoulder as her hand wrapped his bicep. She shrugged a shoulder. “Just thinking about my life—what it’s been like until now. Honestly, I’m terrified we won’t last—that I’ll throw everything in with you just to have it fall apart sometime in the future.” She sighed and rubbed his arm. “My experience with love and relationships hasn’t been very positive. My parents divorced when I was very young. My dad stayed alone and single but my mother was just the opposite. It seemed like she had a different love interest every month and she was the one who raised me. Needless to say, we moved a lot and I—I just don’t want that kind of life for Dominic.”
He rose and disappeared into the bedroom, emerging moments later after having put their sleeping son to bed. Resuming his seat, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, his eyes searching hers as he smoothed a curl from her cheek. “I cannot predict the future, my lovely, but I will tell you this—In all my centuries of being, I have never felt for a woman the way I feel for you. You consume me and have since that very first night in New York. You are the last thought I have before sleeping and my first thought when I wake.” Her eyes misted with tears and he smiled, the backs of his fingers brushing her cheek. “I love you, Isabella. You alone hold my heart, black though it may be,” he finished with a teasing grin.
She frowned and gently palmed his cheek, her thumb ghosting over his light dusting of stubble. “Stop that. Stop putting yourself down. There are enough assholes in this world who will do that for you. I don’t want to hear that kind of shit from you anymore.”
He smiled that dimpled smile and inclined his head. “As you wish, love. Still, I think it only fair that you know I’m not well liked, and deservedly so. I haven’t ever been the ‘good guy’ Bella, at times, even with my family.”
Her eyes searched his for a moment, seeing nothing but honesty and she nodded. “I’ve learned to judge people on how they treat me personally. As long as you treat me and our son well—love us the way we should be loved—then that’s what matters most to me.”
He leaned down, brushing a kiss over her lips while playfully nudging her nose with his. “So, does this mean you consent to moving with me?”
She shifted in his lap to straddle him and kissed his neck. “Yeah, I think so.” She drew back to look in his eyes. “I owe it to us and to Nicky to see where this goes.”
She yelped as he moved quickly, pinning her under him while burying a hand in her hair, his eyes shining brightly as he smiled. “You won’t regret it, love,” he murmured while slowly grinding against her center.
She gripped his muscled arms and wrapped a leg over his hip, her heel lightly nudging his ass as her lips curled into an answering smile. “No, but you might.”
“Never,” he denied, his head dipping down to nuzzle her breast through the thin fabric of her robe. He nosed aside the loosely belted robe and sucked her nipple into his warm mouth, drawing a low, throaty moan from her as she gripped the short strands of his hair.
“Nik…want you…now,” she demanded. She bucked against his hand as he slid two fingers into her, biting her lip as his thumb circled and played over her sensitive clit.
“Come for me first, love. I want you slick and throbbing when I fuck you.”
She pulled him into a kiss, their tongues tangling and tasting as he brought her ever closer to her peak with those talented fingers. “Oh fuck…” she groaned into his mouth as he nipped and sucked her parted lips, stealing her very breath as she arched and shattered, her orgasm washing through her in wave after wave of blinding pleasure.
“Now Nik, fuck me now,” she urged with a sharp nip to his neck.
The sound of a zipper penetrated her haze as she dipped her tongue into his mouth and he groaned into their heated kiss as he plunged into her tight heat, his hips drawing back and snapping forward as he set up a punishing pace.
She threw back her head and cried out, her fingers digging into his muscled arms as he fucked her mercilessly. “Is this what you wanted?” he demanded, his words leaving him between panted breaths and guttural grunts as he gave her all he dared.
“God, yes!” she cried, her eyes meeting his, her gaze full of challenge and passion and fire…
He grinned, his own eyes bright and mad with passion. “Look at you…” he whispered. “You are perfect…so full of fire…” He tucked his face in her neck while thrusting home again and again. “Gods, I love you,” he growled as she arched and came around him, her tightening walls drawing him into his own blinding release.
Lightly, he sucked and kissed his mark on her neck as she panted, gusting out a light laugh while running her hands over his shoulders and back. “You didn’t even take your pants off,” she teased as her toes pushed at the fabric bunched just under the curve of his ass.
He grinned down at her. “You were quite demanding as I recall. I thought it best not to anger you with needless delays.”
“So accommodating…” she said through a smirk while carding fingers through his hair.
She screeched the next second though as the front door burst open, struggling to cover herself and Nik with the throw on the back of the couch as Kol slapped a hand over his eyes. “Oh gods! The last thing I wanted to see was my brother’s bare arse! Can you people not use a bloody bedroom for those activities?” he quipped while kicking the door shut before flopping into a chair. His grin was wide and mocking as they glared at him while adjusting their clothes under the throw.
“It would be nice if you learned to fucking knock,” Bella grumbled dryly with an arched brow. She settled in beside Klaus who pulled her close and kissed her neck before shooting his brother a glare.
“Why? You love me, darling, and besides, what parents do you know who fuck on the living room sofa?! It’s unseemly,” he drawled. “Keep up that behavior and you may damage my nephew. I won’t have it, I tell you.”
She threw a pillow at his head which he snatched out of the air with a cocky smirk.
With a last kiss to Klaus’s cheek, she rose and walked to Kol, also kissing him on the cheek before muttering, “Just for that, you get to babysit for the day.” She patted his cheek and he stared as she strolled into the bedroom, only glancing at his brother when Klaus chuckled. “She’s serious?!”
Klaus arched a brow. “Yes, I believe so.” He rose from the couch and headed for the bedroom, smirking when he heard Kol mutter, “Bollocks…” as the door closed behind him.
Shedding his clothes quickly, he joined Bella in the shower, his arms wrapping her from behind as she leaned into his embrace. “Mmm, she hummed, “You feel good.”
He bit back a groan as she wiggled her ass against his hardening length. “You may want to stop that, love, else we may be here a while.”
She chuckled. “Did I wear you out earlier? You poor thing…” she mocked and with a growl, he nipped her neck while placing her hands against the cool tiles, his cock now at full attention against the enticing swell of her ass.
She gasped as he entered her, his hands gently gripping her hips as he fucked her from behind. “Do I seem worn out to you, love?”
She hung her head and shook it while pushing back into his solid thrusts. “No!” she cried, any teasing she thought to do now well and truly put to rest under his relentless attentions.
His hands circled her form, one fondling her breast while the other splayed over her mound in a firm hold, his fingers finally parting her folds to tease her to completion as he stroked into her. Oh god, Nik…” she moaned as her head rolled back onto his shoulder. Turning her head, she caught his lips in a deep, heated kiss just as they both peaked, his deep, satisfied groan vibrating pleasantly against her back as he held her.
She smiled against his lips. “Such an ego you have…”
“I don’t deny it,” he murmured as he slipped from her body.
She turned in his arms and reached for the soap. As she lathered his neck and chest, she smiled into his eyes. “Good thing you’re equipped to back it up, otherwise you’d just be a pompous ass.”
He smirked and began lathering her hair with shampoo, his fingers lightly massaging her scalp, drawing a moan of appreciation from her. “Yes, that is fortunate, isn’t it?”
“You’re impossible.”
He chuckled and nudged her under the spray to rinse. “Guilty, love.”
When they’d finally dried and dressed, Klaus joined Kol in the living room while Bella changed Nicky before bringing him out to hand to a startled Kol. “Hold him while I get his bottle.”
He held the baby out and blinked at him before glancing at Klaus. “I’m not sure this is a good idea. What if I do something wrong? I have no bloody clue how to care for an infant, Nik. Talk some sense into your woman!”
Klaus merely smirked as Bella walked in and handed him a warm bottle. “Now,” she began, “there’s a bottle warmer in the kitchen. It’s set to the perfect time so when it beeps, the bottle is perfect. Just give it a couple of gentle shakes and feed it to him. The pre-made bottles are in the fridge. If he doesn’t drink it all, just set it by the sink and give him a fresh one for the next feeding.
“I already showed you how to change him, so you’re good there. You have our numbers in your phone, but there are other names and numbers listed by the phone in the kitchen just in case you can’t get either one of us. The first number is Carlisle. He’s a cold one, but he’s also the doctor who delivered Nicky and I trust him, so call him if you need him, and be nice.
“I recorded all the episodes of Game of Thrones and I have Netflix, so you’re set on something to watch, but if that winds up boring you, there are lots of books. Feel free to read any of them.”
She recited all of this while gathering her wrap, bag, keys and phone, while he fed Nicky and stared at her, eyes wide and mouth open. “Oh, here,” she said, tossing a receiving blanket over his shoulder. “That’s in case he spits up when you burp him.”
Kol grimaced while Klaus hung his head to hide a grin. Bella continued, ignoring them both. “Everything I’ve told you is written down on a pad in the kitchen in case you forget.” She held a hand out to Klaus, tugging him from the couch while eyeing Kol, who seemed a bit dazed. Her brow rose. “You good?”
He blinked and glanced down at the baby who was contentedly sucking his bottle. “I bloody well hope so.”
“Excellent!” she chirped. “We’ll be out four, maybe five hours. Call if you have any problems.” She leaned down, kissed his cheek, straightened up and tugged a smirking Klaus out the door.
When she was gone, Kol looked at his nephew, who blinked big blue eyes at him as he happily drained his bottle. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “What just happened?”
She awoke to an empty bed and sounds of quiet murmurs coming from the living room. Rising silently she wrapped herself in her robe and tip-toed to her door, peeking through the partial opening to see her son in the arms of his father. A soft smile curved her lips as she spied on the two. She loved these stolen moments; moments when Niklaus was completely unguarded.
As she watched, he leaned down, murmuring something she couldn’t hear before placing tiny growly kisses just under Dominic's chubby jaw, eliciting the cutest laugh she’d heard from her baby son yet, and she grinned.
In a slightly louder voice, he spoke through a grin, “Do you think your Mum will join us sometime soon? Or will she keep spying on us from behind the door, hm?” He looked up through tawny lashes and she knew she’d been busted, so she opened the door and made her way to them.
“Good morning, love.”
She leaned over and kissed his scruffy cheek while running her fingers through the wisps of golden hair on her son’s head. “Good morning. Have you been up long?”
“Two hours or so. We thought we’d let you sleep this morning, didn’t we Dominic?” The baby kicked chubby legs and gurgled, drawing a dimpled smile from his daddy and she just had to lean over and kiss that dimple before dropping a kiss on her son’s silky head.
“You’re so good with him,” she murmured while leaning her head against Nik’s bare shoulder, her fingers trying over a muscled pec.
They were two weeks into the month she’d given him and she already knew she couldn’t let him go. She’d fallen so hard and fast, just thinking of it both thrilled and terrified her.
What would a stable life be like? Sure, she’d spent the past year in the same place, but she’d always been ready to run at a moments notice, as she had since leaving Forks. But now, here was this beautiful man, offering her a life she’d only dreamed of… Would she take to such a life, or was she too damaged by living on the run for so long?
Then she looked at her son who was falling asleep in his father’s arms and she knew she had to try. She knew what a roaming, restless life was like for a child; it was how she’d been raised by Renee, and though she’d loved her mother, she’d resented her just as much in the end.
She couldn’t do that to Dominic….
She felt Nik’s arm settle around her as he pulled her close. “You’re completely lost in thoughts, love,” he murmured while nuzzling her fragrant hair. “Care to share?”
“I…” she began, not quite sure what to say. She drew back, meeting his gaze. “Nik…I think…I think I’m beginning to love you.” His brows shot up and he smiled.
“You think?” His smile stretched into a grin and she swatted his shoulder.
“Don’t push it.”
He laughed lightly. “Okay, I won’t, but I’m curious what thoughts led you to share that.”
She laid her head back on his shoulder as her hand wrapped his bicep. She shrugged a shoulder. “Just thinking about my life—what it’s been like until now. Honestly, I’m terrified we won’t last—that I’ll throw everything in with you just to have it fall apart sometime in the future.” She sighed and rubbed his arm. “My experience with love and relationships hasn’t been very positive. My parents divorced when I was very young. My dad stayed alone and single but my mother was just the opposite. It seemed like she had a different love interest every month and she was the one who raised me. Needless to say, we moved a lot and I—I just don’t want that kind of life for Dominic.”
He rose and disappeared into the bedroom, emerging moments later after having put their sleeping son to bed. Resuming his seat, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, his eyes searching hers as he smoothed a curl from her cheek. “I cannot predict the future, my lovely, but I will tell you this—In all my centuries of being, I have never felt for a woman the way I feel for you. You consume me and have since that very first night in New York. You are the last thought I have before sleeping and my first thought when I wake.” Her eyes misted with tears and he smiled, the backs of his fingers brushing her cheek. “I love you, Isabella. You alone hold my heart, black though it may be,” he finished with a teasing grin.
She frowned and gently palmed his cheek, her thumb ghosting over his light dusting of stubble. “Stop that. Stop putting yourself down. There are enough assholes in this world who will do that for you. I don’t want to hear that kind of shit from you anymore.”
He smiled that dimpled smile and inclined his head. “As you wish, love. Still, I think it only fair that you know I’m not well liked, and deservedly so. I haven’t ever been the ‘good guy’ Bella, at times, even with my family.”
Her eyes searched his for a moment, seeing nothing but honesty and she nodded. “I’ve learned to judge people on how they treat me personally. As long as you treat me and our son well—love us the way we should be loved—then that’s what matters most to me.”
He leaned down, brushing a kiss over her lips while playfully nudging her nose with his. “So, does this mean you consent to moving with me?”
She shifted in his lap to straddle him and kissed his neck. “Yeah, I think so.” She drew back to look in his eyes. “I owe it to us and to Nicky to see where this goes.”
She yelped as he moved quickly, pinning her under him while burying a hand in her hair, his eyes shining brightly as he smiled. “You won’t regret it, love,” he murmured while slowly grinding against her center.
She gripped his muscled arms and wrapped a leg over his hip, her heel lightly nudging his ass as her lips curled into an answering smile. “No, but you might.”
“Never,” he denied, his head dipping down to nuzzle her breast through the thin fabric of her robe. He nosed aside the loosely belted robe and sucked her nipple into his warm mouth, drawing a low, throaty moan from her as she gripped the short strands of his hair.
“Nik…want you…now,” she demanded. She bucked against his hand as he slid two fingers into her, biting her lip as his thumb circled and played over her sensitive clit.
“Come for me first, love. I want you slick and throbbing when I fuck you.”
She pulled him into a kiss, their tongues tangling and tasting as he brought her ever closer to her peak with those talented fingers. “Oh fuck…” she groaned into his mouth as he nipped and sucked her parted lips, stealing her very breath as she arched and shattered, her orgasm washing through her in wave after wave of blinding pleasure.
“Now Nik, fuck me now,” she urged with a sharp nip to his neck.
The sound of a zipper penetrated her haze as she dipped her tongue into his mouth and he groaned into their heated kiss as he plunged into her tight heat, his hips drawing back and snapping forward as he set up a punishing pace.
She threw back her head and cried out, her fingers digging into his muscled arms as he fucked her mercilessly. “Is this what you wanted?” he demanded, his words leaving him between panted breaths and guttural grunts as he gave her all he dared.
“God, yes!” she cried, her eyes meeting his, her gaze full of challenge and passion and fire…
He grinned, his own eyes bright and mad with passion. “Look at you…” he whispered. “You are perfect…so full of fire…” He tucked his face in her neck while thrusting home again and again. “Gods, I love you,” he growled as she arched and came around him, her tightening walls drawing him into his own blinding release.
Lightly, he sucked and kissed his mark on her neck as she panted, gusting out a light laugh while running her hands over his shoulders and back. “You didn’t even take your pants off,” she teased as her toes pushed at the fabric bunched just under the curve of his ass.
He grinned down at her. “You were quite demanding as I recall. I thought it best not to anger you with needless delays.”
“So accommodating…” she said through a smirk while carding fingers through his hair.
She screeched the next second though as the front door burst open, struggling to cover herself and Nik with the throw on the back of the couch as Kol slapped a hand over his eyes. “Oh gods! The last thing I wanted to see was my brother’s bare arse! Can you people not use a bloody bedroom for those activities?” he quipped while kicking the door shut before flopping into a chair. His grin was wide and mocking as they glared at him while adjusting their clothes under the throw.
“It would be nice if you learned to fucking knock,” Bella grumbled dryly with an arched brow. She settled in beside Klaus who pulled her close and kissed her neck before shooting his brother a glare.
“Why? You love me, darling, and besides, what parents do you know who fuck on the living room sofa?! It’s unseemly,” he drawled. “Keep up that behavior and you may damage my nephew. I won’t have it, I tell you.”
She threw a pillow at his head which he snatched out of the air with a cocky smirk.
With a last kiss to Klaus’s cheek, she rose and walked to Kol, also kissing him on the cheek before muttering, “Just for that, you get to babysit for the day.” She patted his cheek and he stared as she strolled into the bedroom, only glancing at his brother when Klaus chuckled. “She’s serious?!”
Klaus arched a brow. “Yes, I believe so.” He rose from the couch and headed for the bedroom, smirking when he heard Kol mutter, “Bollocks…” as the door closed behind him.
Shedding his clothes quickly, he joined Bella in the shower, his arms wrapping her from behind as she leaned into his embrace. “Mmm, she hummed, “You feel good.”
He bit back a groan as she wiggled her ass against his hardening length. “You may want to stop that, love, else we may be here a while.”
She chuckled. “Did I wear you out earlier? You poor thing…” she mocked and with a growl, he nipped her neck while placing her hands against the cool tiles, his cock now at full attention against the enticing swell of her ass.
She gasped as he entered her, his hands gently gripping her hips as he fucked her from behind. “Do I seem worn out to you, love?”
She hung her head and shook it while pushing back into his solid thrusts. “No!” she cried, any teasing she thought to do now well and truly put to rest under his relentless attentions.
His hands circled her form, one fondling her breast while the other splayed over her mound in a firm hold, his fingers finally parting her folds to tease her to completion as he stroked into her. Oh god, Nik…” she moaned as her head rolled back onto his shoulder. Turning her head, she caught his lips in a deep, heated kiss just as they both peaked, his deep, satisfied groan vibrating pleasantly against her back as he held her.
She smiled against his lips. “Such an ego you have…”
“I don’t deny it,” he murmured as he slipped from her body.
She turned in his arms and reached for the soap. As she lathered his neck and chest, she smiled into his eyes. “Good thing you’re equipped to back it up, otherwise you’d just be a pompous ass.”
He smirked and began lathering her hair with shampoo, his fingers lightly massaging her scalp, drawing a moan of appreciation from her. “Yes, that is fortunate, isn’t it?”
“You’re impossible.”
He chuckled and nudged her under the spray to rinse. “Guilty, love.”
When they’d finally dried and dressed, Klaus joined Kol in the living room while Bella changed Nicky before bringing him out to hand to a startled Kol. “Hold him while I get his bottle.”
He held the baby out and blinked at him before glancing at Klaus. “I’m not sure this is a good idea. What if I do something wrong? I have no bloody clue how to care for an infant, Nik. Talk some sense into your woman!”
Klaus merely smirked as Bella walked in and handed him a warm bottle. “Now,” she began, “there’s a bottle warmer in the kitchen. It’s set to the perfect time so when it beeps, the bottle is perfect. Just give it a couple of gentle shakes and feed it to him. The pre-made bottles are in the fridge. If he doesn’t drink it all, just set it by the sink and give him a fresh one for the next feeding.
“I already showed you how to change him, so you’re good there. You have our numbers in your phone, but there are other names and numbers listed by the phone in the kitchen just in case you can’t get either one of us. The first number is Carlisle. He’s a cold one, but he’s also the doctor who delivered Nicky and I trust him, so call him if you need him, and be nice.
“I recorded all the episodes of Game of Thrones and I have Netflix, so you’re set on something to watch, but if that winds up boring you, there are lots of books. Feel free to read any of them.”
She recited all of this while gathering her wrap, bag, keys and phone, while he fed Nicky and stared at her, eyes wide and mouth open. “Oh, here,” she said, tossing a receiving blanket over his shoulder. “That’s in case he spits up when you burp him.”
Kol grimaced while Klaus hung his head to hide a grin. Bella continued, ignoring them both. “Everything I’ve told you is written down on a pad in the kitchen in case you forget.” She held a hand out to Klaus, tugging him from the couch while eyeing Kol, who seemed a bit dazed. Her brow rose. “You good?”
He blinked and glanced down at the baby who was contentedly sucking his bottle. “I bloody well hope so.”
“Excellent!” she chirped. “We’ll be out four, maybe five hours. Call if you have any problems.” She leaned down, kissed his cheek, straightened up and tugged a smirking Klaus out the door.
When she was gone, Kol looked at his nephew, who blinked big blue eyes at him as he happily drained his bottle. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “What just happened?”
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