by T L Swan
I frown. “Umm.” I turn to the boys and wince.
“Where are you going?” one of my guards asks him.
“To the roof,” he answers flatly, obviously annoyed.
“We will search the roof and then you can go,” the guard replies as I swallow uncomfortably again.
They head up the stairs to the roof and Nicholas and I stand still on the steps.
“Is this normal?” he snaps as he fiddles with my fingers in his hand.
I nod. “Yes unfortunately,” I reply quietly.
He shakes his head in frustration. “I think you are safe here.”
“Maybe I’m in more danger now than ever,” I breathe as my eyes search his.
He smirks sexily at the double meaning. “Maybe you are.” He runs his hand over my chest and goosebumps cover my flesh as his touch puts me on fire. His dark eyes hold mine.
“Clear,” we hear from the top of the stairs and the moment is broken. I pull my eyes from his gaze. He grabs my hand again and we walk up the stairs where we arrive to a rooftop terrace with a garden. Fairy lights hang strung in a zigzag across the top from poles and large timber benches scatter the space.
“This is nice.” I smile as I look around.
He smiles warmly as he runs his hand down my face. “Like you.”
I smile. “I’m really not that nice.”
“I beg to differ.” He leans in closer to me.
“Why did you bring me up here?” I ask.
He smiles. “I’m hoping you’re going to kiss me again.”
I smirk. “Oh really.”
“Yes really.” He bites his lip to stifle his smile.
“I told you I don’t fuck around Nicholas,” I whisper.
“I don’t want a man who fucks around. I want someone to make love to me when he feels enough emotion to do so.”
My heart stops.
“And I want that person to be you, Adrian,” he whispers.
“You do?”
“I do,” he whispers as his eyes drop to my lips.
I can’t help it. I don’t have any willpower left. I lean in and grab the back of his neck and pull him into me as I kiss him gently. His lips are soft and hard and … fucking perfect.
Natasha
An hour later I am dancing with the girls and I feel Joshua’s heat before I see him. My love has come to dance with me. The girls dance off through the crowd as Joshua’s strong hands envelope my waist from behind, and he kisses me slowly over my shoulder. As our bodies move together I can feel his hardness behind me, his breath in my ear, his hands close to obscene as they run over my hipbones and up to my breasts and down my arms.
Joshua bends his knees as he pushes his erection into my back and starts to slowly suck on my neck as his hands slide up and down the sides of my body. My eyes close as my head drops back to his shoulder and I gently sigh.
“I’m taking you home, beautiful slut,” he whispers into my ear as he bites it.
“Mmm,” I reply with my eyes still closed.
“Now or I am going to take you on the dance floor.”
My dilated eyes meet his. “Take me here. I want you to fuck me here,” I whisper.
He turns me and pulls me close to him as he growls into my neck. “Do you have any idea what I am going to do to you tonight?” His tongue plunges into my mouth and I whimper as I hold off an orgasm. “How hard you are going to cop it,” he growls.
“Mmm,” I groan as I rub my groin into him. “I need it hard, baby, give it to me as hard as you can,” I whisper as I run my tongue through his open mouth.
“I need to fuck until we are both raw.”
My eyes close. “I’m aching for you to fill me,” I purr as I feel a distinct throb between my legs.
“That’s it, we are leaving.” He turns and pulls me off the dance floor by the hand and back over to the others. He signals to the bodyguards to get the cars, I stand still on the spot as I try to catch my breath. Cameron hands us both drinks and Joshua regrettably takes his and I smile. “Thank you,” I mouth. Everybody is talking around us but Joshua and I stand staring at each other, off in our own little world. My eyes drop down the beautiful man in front of me. White tight singlet stretched over his rippled torso, green camouflage army pants that are bulging at the groin, green cap, dog chains and big black boots, dark sensual eyes. One could not even imagine having this as a sight to look at, dream about … let alone love. I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Will you just go?” Abbie snaps into my ear.
I frown at her in question.
“If I have to watch Joshua give you that come-fuck-me look one more time, I’m going to cry tears of blood. I can’t handle it, he’s too fucking hot! Tie him up.”
I giggle. “I know,” I whisper as I bite my lip.
He stands still with his legs wide, watching me as he drinks his beer. This is arousal, deep-seated … dangerously high arousal. He isn’t even talking to the boys and I know exactly how he feels. We are on a one-way track to orgasm, and nothing else matters. Everything else outside the two of us is trivial. He gets the signal from Ben and grabs my hand and kisses the back of it. “We are leaving,” he says to Cameron and the others.
I smirk at Abbie and wink as she mouths the word “Bitch.” I wave at the group as Joshua drags me out of the hall.
Joshua ushers me into the limo and immediately pushes the security screen up. He climbs in behind me and sits patiently as he waits for the screen to go up. I sit like a child waiting for my next instruction as I try to catch my breath. The screen goes up, he pulls me over and straddles my legs around him as he hitches up my dress. His hard erection digs into my softest part that is now dripping wet.
He groans as he runs his hands through my hair. “I want you. I have never wanted anything so much.” His tongue ploughs through my mouth as he grinds his hips into me and rocks me onto him. One hand is on my breast kneading it and the other is guiding my hip to rub me over his erection … back and forth …back and forth.
“Baby,” I sigh, “I’m going to.” I whisper into his mouth as I quiver, trying to hold it.
“Come, you’re going to need all the lube you can get tonight, precious.” For ten minutes he grinds me hard onto him. I am in a squatting position and my feet are on the seat, and my underpants are dripping wet. Back and forth … back and forth … back and forth … until I can hold it no longer and the dam breaks and I burst into orgasm. I cry out and he kisses me as I pant into his mouth. What must we look like? He in full army kit and me dressed like a nurse from a brothel dry-humping each other in a car like a pair of horny teenagers. We continue kissing and I can feel his arousal amping up by the minute as he is getting rougher and rougher with me. “I need that beautiful tight cunt around my cock now,” he growls, his breathing laboured as he grinds my body over his. The car stops and he puts his head back against the headrest to calm himself as he pants while watching me. Boy if the look he is giving me has anything to do with it, I really am going to cop it. I think I might need that cage now after all. He waits for a minute and then opens the door slowly and we gingerly climb out. The bodyguards all look away and I wonder what they must think of our behaviour on the dance floor tonight. How do I keep forgetting they are watching everything we do? Joshua takes my hand and we walk up to my apartment in silence. We get to my apartment and the guards do their mandatory security check. Joshua smiles lovingly at me and kisses the back of my hand and I melt. He’s perfect … absolutely perfect.
“It’s clear. We will be outside sir.”
Joshua’s eyes flick to me. “Downstairs will be fine thanks. I will call you if I need you.”
They nod and head down to the lift.
I smirk at him. “Why do they have to wait downstairs?”
He raises an eyebrow as he leads me into my apartment. “I don’t want my staff listening to my girl scream all night, that’s why.” He throws me onto the lounge, sits next to me and immediately unzips his pants. Jeez, let’s get
straight to it then … what the hell. He grabs his wallet and pulls out a condom and opens it and rolls it on.
I frown. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Getting ready to fuck my girl,” he whispers darkly as he rolls it down his length.
“Why are you putting a condom on?”
He smirks sexily as he strokes himself. “Because I have plans for you in a minute and I am not eating my semen.”
My eyes widen. “Oh,” I whisper.
“Yes, oh,” he smiles. He lifts me and pulls me over his lap to straddle him and starts to rub me over him again as he kisses me deeply. His pants are open and he is free.
“I haven’t had sex with a condom since I was seventeen,” I say quietly.
He pulls back and he looks at me tenderly.
I give him a bashful smile. I’m embarrassed I just said that out loud. I just cemented how inexperienced I am. He kisses me again more urgently and rips my underpants off and throws them on the floor and then he lifts me over him.
“Josh … I can’t take you like this straight up. You know that,” I whisper as I start to panic.
“Shut up and fuck me,” he snaps and he slams me down onto him with his hands on my shoulders. I cry out from the shock of the overwhelming fullness and my head throws back. Shit … ok, I am … He lifts me and slams me back down and my legs open further as I feel myself moisten and open for him as he slides in as far as he can go.
My eyes widen and his eyes darken. “That’s it baby, take me … feels good doesn’t it?” He grinds out, his mouth is open and slack as his eyes drop to my lips.
He grabs my waist and waits for me to adjust to the overwhelming sensation as he pants, trying to control himself from moving. My heart is racing out of control. This is what I need, for him to take me uninhibited without concern for being gentle, being quiet or being committed. I kiss him roughly and mouth the words, “Fuck me.” His eyes roll back in his head and he really starts to move me as his hands grab my shoulders for leverage from behind. He’s so hard, so deep … and so damn hot. He’s completely taking me over and there is not a damn thing I can do about it. I close my eyes as I try to deal with the intense punishing rhythm. “Your beautiful cunt is so tight around my cock. Can you feel it?” he growls as his hips work at a piston pace.
“You feel so good. Fill me, harder, faster,” I cry.
He seems to lose control as he stands suddenly, lifts me and pushes me against the wall. His hips are now pumping into me at such a fast pace all I can do is hang on. Oh god, my head is against the wall and he is taking me hard, ripping into me as his body starts to drip with sweat. He drops his head to my shoulder and groans from his stomach as he jerks in orgasm while he breathes heavily into my neck. We stay still, lost in the moment. The connection between us is so intense I can hardly breathe. I tenderly pull his face back to mine and kiss him gently as once again the emotion I feel for this man nearly brings me to tears.
“I love you,” I whisper through glassy eyes.
His haunted eyes meet mine and I frown. What was that look? Why did he look at me like that?
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I whisper as I gasp for breath.
He shakes his head and drops it to my shoulder again as he appears to try and compose himself. What the hell is going on here?
“Nothing’s wrong, presh, that’s what’s wrong,” he says sadly.
I frown as I try to understand the meaning of that statement.
He gently pulls out of me, eases my feet to the ground and he kisses me again.
Trying to erase the last twenty seconds, I smile. “Shower?”
He smiles broadly. “Are you feeling dirty, my beautiful slut?”
I smile shyly. “As a matter of fact, Mr Stanton, I am.”
I slowly wake to the sound of heavy breathing. Joshua is out cold next to me. Having sex for hours will do that to a man. He must be exhausted. I know I am. I sleepily trudge to the bathroom and return to the bed and lie down. Joshua throws his arm over my stomach and he leans over and kisses me while his eyes stay closed.
“Morning, beautiful,” he sighs sleepily.
I lean in and kiss his cheek. “Morning,” I smile.
He rolls to his side and winces, still with his eyes closed. “Shit … you must be sore.”
I giggle. “Yes, some sex fiend took his liberties from my body all night.”
With his eyes still closed, he smiles, grabs my behind and pulls me into him. “Yeah, well, you did put out the invitation to the party with that outfit.”
I giggle again and he kisses the top of my head. “What time is it?” he asks.
I shrug. “About nine I think.”
“Hmm,” he groans. “I have to get up.”
“Why?” I frown. “It’s Saturday. Can’t we stay in bed all day?”
He opens his eyes for the first time and smiles. “I wish, I have to train.”
I really am over this work-out shit. “You don’t have to train. I am making you breakfast, then I’m taking a shower with you and then when I want to go back to bed for a sleep you can go to the gym.” I smile sweetly.
He smirks. “Not happening, I’m going in twenty minutes.” He hops up slowly and walks to the shower.
I lie on my back. “Take note, I just put out an invitation and I got a decline,” I yell.
He calls back from the bathroom. “Not a decline, just a raincheck.” I roll my eyes, same shit.
I make my way to the kitchen and start to make my coffee. I need to ask him about that comment last night. It’s weighing heavily on my mind. Joshua walks through my apartment with a towel around his waist and opens up the front door. A bag is sitting outside waiting for him. Who put it there and why do I keep forgetting about those bloody bodyguards lurking around my apartment? He scoops it up and saunters back to my room as he smirks at me. Hmm what did he say again? I narrow my eyes as I try to think of the exact wording, nothing is wrong that’s what’s wrong. What in the hell does that mean? Does he want something to be wrong between us—haven’t we had enough wrong? I’m ready for right. I make him a protein shake, put some toast in the toaster and pour our coffee while deep in thought. How am I going to handle this? I can demand an explanation or I can try and work it out in time. Maybe he didn’t mean it. Five minutes later he walks out in a pale blue singlet and black sports shorts and runners. I hand him his shake.
He raises his eyebrows and smiles broadly. “Good service.” He gives me a wink as he takes a sip.
I turn and start to butter the toast and he sits on the stool at the bench.
“What did you mean by that comment last night Josh?” I ask as I turn. Oh great, just blurt it out why don’t you, so much for not saying anything. Idiot.
“What comment?”
“Nothing is wrong, that’s what is wrong,” I ask as I raise an eyebrow.
“Tash don’t, I’m not in the mood for this shit today.” He shakes his head in frustration.
I frown. “What does that mean?”
“It means I don’t want to talk about it—it was nothing.”
I give him a small smile as unease starts to fill me. He’s giving me mixed signals again.
We sit in silence for a while. “What are you doing today?” he asks.
I shrug. “Nothing really, grocery shopping and washing. I am going to the hospital this afternoon.”
He nods as he drinks his shake.
“Do you want me to invite Cam and Adrian over with the girls for dinner. I can cook,”
I ask as I give him a hopeful smile.
He shakes his head. “No,” he replies flatly.
“Oh.” My face drops.
He smirks sexily at me. “I want you,” he tucks my hair behind my ear, “to cook me dinner and then put that edible white nightdress on and spoon on the lounge with me while we watch the game in peace. I want you to myself.”
I smile broadly as relief fills me. “You do?”
He stands and kisses me gently as he brus
hes his fingers down my face. “I do. I will meet you at the hospital about four then?” he asks softly.
“Ok, sounds good.” I give him a weak smile but as he disappears, I stare at the closed door he has just exited through. What’s going on with me? Why do I once again feel insecure?
I sit in the car in the hospital car park waiting for Bridget to arrive. I didn’t want to risk being alone with Margaret. I’m such a wimp. I know I have to tell him … but when is the right time? I don’t even know what’s going on between us, without adding paternity into the mix. Joshua’s car procession comes around the corner and I smile. I watch in slow motion as he gets out of the car and walks around and leans on the bonnet as he speaks. His body language is tense—who is he talking to? He seems stressed as he hangs up. He then immediately dials a number as he stands legs wide and one hand on his hip. My eyes flick to the security behind me and I see one of them answer the phone. Joshua has just rung them—he is keeping tabs on me. He does know I went to lunch with Jesten … shit, shit, shit. His eyes scan the car park until they find my car and he smiles and makes his way to my car as I slowly get out of it.
“Miss Marx.” He smiles as he kisses me gently on the cheek.
I smile nervously as my eyes flick to the ten men surrounding us. “Hi,” I answer quietly.
“What are you doing out here?” he asks as we turn and start walking into the hospital, the guards dropping behind us as he takes my hand in his.
“I was waiting for Bridget,” I answer.
Cameron has been waiting there. “Hey Tash,” he smiles.
“Hi Cam.”
We walk silently into the hospital, hand in hand, and then into the lift where the security drop behind.
“You guys are coming out tonight yeah?” Cameron asks.
“No,” Joshua answers flatly. “We’re staying at home.” He picks my hand up that he is holding and kisses the back of it again and I find myself melting at his feet. Maybe I am just imagining the mixed signals thing?
Cameron screws up his face. “Oh god, how boring staying home on a Saturday night.” “I suppose it depends on who you are staying home with. Staying home with Natasha is anything but boring.” Joshua smirks and I smile like a little kid—this man really is divine.
