by Low, JA
Nate falls to his elbows, bringing his body closer to mine, while my legs fall open, letting him rest between them. I feel his velvety skin rub against me.
“I need you inside me, Nate.”
Without a word, he slowly rubs himself between my legs, teasing my folds with his shaft, never losing eye contact with me.
Opening my legs wider, I wait for him to push inside of me, but he doesn’t, he simply continues working me over, never giving me what I need.
“Please, Nate…”
My begging makes him smile, so he reaches between us and glides himself into me.
Oh my goodness, he feels so good.
“I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you, Camryn,” he groans into my ear. His thrusts are slow, even torturous. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confesses.
“Me, too.”
It’s his face, his lips, his hands, his mouth that I use and picture to get myself off.
Nate thrusts deeper into me. He likes knowing that I’m just as affected by him as he is me.
“When I touch myself, I think only of you.”
“Camryn…” he moans the word into my ear, making him misstep with his thrusting.
“No one fucks me like you do.” My hands grip his taut ass, pushing him further inside of me.
“Your tight little cunt… it drives me wild,” he growls as his thrusts begin to become more frantic. His words make me squeeze down on his dick. “Holy fuck, woman.”
I love making a man like Nate Lewis lose control, it’s the biggest aphrodisiac. So, I squeeze him again, and he practically loses his mind. Next thing I know, he has us flipped around, and now I’m riding him.
“I want to watch your tits bounce.” He grins up at me.
Sitting against him, I give him exactly what he wants as I ride him. Those sapphire blue eyes are mesmerized by the movement of my breasts. Leaning back, Nate’s thumb slides across my clit, making me squeeze down on him again.
“Yes,” he hisses as he continues to let me rub myself against his hand, his thumb, his knuckle. “Use me, Camryn. Get yourself off,” he tells me, and I do, riding him, while rubbing myself until I feel the tingles begin to shoot over my body.
Yes.
Oh, yes.
I’m feverish with need as I chase the edge, chase the fall into the abysses.
A couple more rubs against him, and I’m gone, my body contracting around him as an almighty orgasm rips through me.
“That’s it, baby, ride me. Milk every last bit of your orgasm from me.” His fingers grip my hips, holding me in place, pushing him deeper inside me, pushing my sensitive clit against his hard pelvis. I’m becoming delirious with need as another orgasm follows soon after.
This spurs Nate on. His thrusts become wild and frenzied until he can’t hold on any longer and comes inside me. I’ve missed the sound of Nate coming, the manly grunts and groans, the sigh of utter contentment once he comes.
It takes a couple of moments to calm ourselves down. I’m plastered across his bare chest and am unable to move.
Nate chuckles, moving my hair to the side. “I’ve missed that.” His dick twitches inside me.
“Me, too.”
“I don’t want to move, I like being inside you.” Nate kisses my forehead, making me sigh.
Nate picks up my liquid state, making sure we stay connected and rushes into my bathroom. My legs are still wrapped around his waist as he fiddles with the shower faucet getting the water temperature just right. Then he steps us under the warm water. Slowly, I slide off of him, and he falls out of me. Instantly, I feel empty, so I wrap my arms around his neck.
“I already miss you being inside of me.”
“Give me twenty minutes, and I can go again.”
35
Nate
Last night I spent all night making love to Camryn, if that’s what you call it. Doesn’t mean we did missionary all night, though. We christened the entire apartment, twice over.
Waking up to her this morning was great. Rolling over and wrapping myself around her, slipping into her hot little cunt, waking her up with a couple of orgasms, I could get used to that. We spent the morning walking hand in hand around the farmers’ market, chatting and laughing about mundane things. We blended in with the hundreds of others doing the same thing.
Once it became too cold outside, we headed home and warmed ourselves up in her jacuzzi. Not going to lie, fucking her in it with all those buildings looking down over us was fucking incredible. They couldn’t see anything as Camryn had her bikini top on, but they would most definitely have had an idea by the way Camryn was moving above me. This woman—she’s so fucking beautiful.
I like being with her.
I like fucking her.
I like waking up next to her.
I simply fucking like her.
I sound like a lovesick fool, and maybe I am. That’s why it’s a major pain that we couldn’t come to Sam’s together. Camryn insisted we arrive separately, and not act like we have just spent the past twenty-four hours fucking the soul out of each other. I’m not sure if I am not that good of an actor.
The elevator opens into Sam’s penthouse apartment. He has the traditional rich-person penthouse in New York—it overlooks Central Park, views to the Hudson, walls upon walls of glass with spectacular views. His ascetic is very Architectural Digest.
Walking out of the foyer, I turn left directly into the entertaining area. What I wasn’t expecting to see is Camryn wrapped in Sam’s arms. What the fuck? My stomach sinks to the marble floor. His arms are around her, they are way too close, and they are laughing and joking. Sam eventually looks up and sees me standing there.
“Nate, you made it,” he calls out as Camryn curses against him. “You wouldn’t be able to help us, would you?”
That’s when Camryn turns around, and I see her hair is stuck on his wrist.
What the hell’s been happening here?
Placing the bottle of expensive champagne on the marble kitchen counter, I walk over to where they’re huddled together.
Camryn’s green eyes look up at me, and she mouths “sorry,” and that’s when I put my damn ego to the side and help.
“I was a little enthusiastic about our news when I gave Camryn a big old bear hug and got my button caught in her hair,” Sam tells me.
I can see it on his face that it isn’t what I first thought. I feel damn stupid that the first thing I thought of as I entered was that Sam and Camryn had hooked up.
This isn’t good.
Eventually, after a lot of tugging and pulling, they’re finally apart. Sam with some of Cam’s hair still attached, but they are separated now.
“I’m going to get changed.” Sam waves his shirt sleeve in the air with the hair waving in the air. As soon as Sam has disappeared, Camryn grabs my face and kisses me.
“Just wanted you to know nothing’s going on between Sam and me.” She’s biting her lip which tells me she’s concerned.
“I know, little one,” I reassure her.
“I saw your face when you came in, and—”
“Well, it certainly looked bad,” I tell her but smile.
“I know. I was hoping it was Harper or Kimberly who was going to walk through those doors.”
“It’s fine, Camryn. Let’s face it, one tiny moment of insecurity is not going to ruin what happened between us last night.” She shakes her head and closes her eyes. “Just so you know, you’re coming home with me tonight.”
She raises a brow as if she might defy me, but my steely eyes are determined and need not say another word.
“Fine.” She crosses her arms over her chest.
Now that the shock has worn off, I take her in. She’s dressed in an animal print blouse, tight, black pencil skirt, and sky-high heels that bring her up to chin height. Her blonde hair is straight. She’s wearing bright red lipstick on an otherwise makeup neutral face, and she smells like berries.
Sam steps out and interrup
ts us.
“I’m going to freshen up.” Camryn points in the direction of the bathroom. As soon as she’s disappeared, Sam punches me in the stomach.
“You should have seen your face, man. You were ready to kill me.” He laughs hard.
“It looked shady as fuck,” I say through gritted teeth.
“You still have feelings for her.”
“Leave it,” I warn.
Sam’s face changes, and he becomes more serious. “I’ve been messing around, but you are serious, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Just… let me work it out, okay?”
Sam slaps me on the back. “Will do, man. Last time I’ll push you on it.” And with that, he moves back into the kitchen.
“You better have champagne ready, I need a drink,” Harper bellows through the apartment. She’s just come around the corner with Kimberly by her side. “Nate didn’t know you were coming.” Walking over, she greets me with a kiss on the cheek. Harper stays wrapped around me as Camryn walks out of the bathroom. Her face sinks a tiny bit seeing her best friend wrapped around me.
Tonight’s not our night.
“Cammie.” Harper lets go of me instantly and rushes over to her friend, greeting her. “You look positively glowing.” Harper stares at Camryn while she looks her over. “Do you have a new man?”
I freeze.
Sam shoots me a look of ‘oh shit.’
“You look like you’re getting some.”
“I wish.” Camryn laughs lightheartedly. “I just touched up my face. I bought a new bronzer.” She smiles at her friend, and Harper’s eyes narrow as if she doesn’t quite believe Camryn, then she laughs.
“That is some good shit. You need to tell me about it later.”
Phew! Okay. This is good.
“What are we celebrating?” Kimberly asks Sam.
“Hold on, let me pop some champagne quickly.” Sam grabs a chilled bottle from his fridge, popping it, then pouring out glasses for each of us and gets into position. “Okay, Nate and I have just purchased another island.”
The room’s silent for a couple of minutes before the girls all cheer.
“So, another Paradise Resort?” Harper asks.
“Yes. This time in Asia.” She nods her head. “It’s going to take a couple of years till we open the doors, but it’s great news.”
“I’m so proud of you two.” Harper grins, which is nice, but all I care about is Camryn’s thoughts even though she already knows about it.
“It’s going to be spectacular.” Camryn raises her glass, and I mouth, “thank you” to her.
“Also…” speaking up, “… I bought a superyacht.” The room goes silent. “Next summer will be the launch of The Paradise Club on the ocean.”
Everyone gives me a round of applause. Last night I didn’t know if the sale had gone through, I only found out a few minutes before I arrived.
“Christian and Ness’ bachelor and bachelorette parties were awesome last year on the yacht.” Camryn smirks.
I forgot she was there for that. I keep forgetting that our lives are so interwoven together.
“I love her so much,” Harper coos. “I’ve had the best time hanging out with her in New York. Christian and Vanessa are so adorable together.”
“They are the best people,” Camryn adds, her eyes fluttering over to me.
Sam’s phone dings, and he rushes out of the bar area and comes back with bags of food.
“I’m starved, let’s set up in the dining room.”
We all move around, placing the Italian food containers on the table. Harper grabs some plates, and we all sit. I, of course, sit next to Camryn—I want to be able to touch her under the table. I’m only human, after all.
We’re all happily chatting as we hand over plates of pasta to one another.
The night is filled with way too much wine and pasta, and my hand hasn’t left Camryn’s thigh under the table. It feels good. Right even.
“You guys all ready for the opening?” Sam asks the girls. There’s a little slur to his words after all the alcohol we have consumed.
“Of course, we are,” Kimberly fires back.
“Are you going to use any of the facilities?” he asks.
“When the job is over, of course. It would seem cruel to be sent to Paradise and not be able to try anything out.”
The daggers being shot back and forth between these two is about to collect collateral damage, meaning us.
“Stop being so overprotective, Sam.” Harper points her long red nail at her brother. “If Kimmie wants to fuck a million men on the island, she can. I mean it’s not like you aren’t going to be fucking a million women while you’re there.” My head ping pongs between the three of them. “Double standard much?” Harper questions her brother.
It’s a common argument between Harper and Sam all the years I’ve known them. Sam is protective over his sister which really pushes her to go a little crazy.
“Don’t you have anything to say?” Harper turns on me.
“Nope,” I reply, shaking my head nervously.
“So, you’d be fine if Camryn fucks a million guys while on the island?” Sam adds, and the room falls deathly silent.
I send my friend the biggest motherfucking glare known to man. He just threw me under the bus.
Realization hits him, and he zips his mouth and turns away.
“I’m a professional, Sam,” Camryn begins. “You’ve hired Kimmie and me to do a job, and that’s to make sure the Grand Opening is a success. Which it will be,” she tells him. “Once our job is over, I’m sure both you and Nate will be perfectly happy for us to relax and enjoy the island, no matter what that is.”
Sam looks well and truly scolded. He’s almost sulking.
“You tell him, girl.” Harper high-fives Camryn.
Sam grumbles in his chair and continues drinking his wine.
“And with that… I’m out.” Camryn stands and places her napkin on the table. “Nate, do you mind if I share a ride with you. It’s late, and I don’t want to get a cab at this time of night by myself.
“Of course,” I answer, knowing full well she’s coming home with me.
Camryn says her goodbyes.
I flick Sam on the back of the head. The dick.
We leave. Together.
36
Camryn
“Sam knows, doesn’t he?” I question Nate as soon as we slide into his car.
“He worked it out.”
“What did he say?”
“He thinks it’s great,” Nate adds.
I can see he’s trying to work out if I’m bothered by it or not, so I add, “And that’s all?”
“We are guys, Camryn. We don’t probe.” He smirks.
Maybe I’m freaking out for no good reason.
“I wish I were able to touch you freely tonight, instead of under the damn table.” Nate reaches out and caresses my face.
“I had to catch myself a couple of times,” I agree, reaching out and taking his large hand in mine and linking our fingers.
“Do you think Harper and Kimberly would freak out if they saw us together?” Nate asks.
“Maybe shocked at first. But they’d get used to it, I guess.”
“Then maybe we shouldn’t hide what we have anymore?” Nate suggests.
Looking up, I see how serious he is, and it surprises me.
“We should tell them we are what? Exactly?” I am wondering where he’s going with this.
Nate stares off in front of him for a couple of moments. “That we’re dating,” he states before looking back at me.
“Dating as in…”
“I’ve fallen for you, Camryn,” Nate confesses, which utterly throws me. “These last couple of months apart from each other has made me realize that I might want something more with you.”
My heart is beating madly in my chest as he pulls in front of a luxurious apartment building. An immaculately dressed doorman rushes out and opens the door of the car as Na
te rushes around the car to my side.
“Come on.” Nate takes my hand and helps me from the car. He greets everyone in the building when we enter. The elevator is waiting for us, and we step inside. He presses a couple of buttons, and we’re moving quickly. Nate pushes me against the glass wall then runs his fingers through my hair and rubs his nose against my cheek and neck. “The things I could do to you in this lift,” he growls into my feverish skin. “But I’m not prepared to give my security free porno.” His teeth sink into my neck.
Moments later, the doors open, and he pulls me into a marble foyer. I don’t get a chance to see anything before he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
“Nate!” I slap his ass as he runs through his apartment. All I can see is the gorgeous tiles underneath his feet. Next thing I know, I’m flipped upright, but I am falling, my back hitting the soft duvet of his bed. He throws his jacket off, next his cufflinks, socks, and shoes then his belt. I’m simply lying back admiring the view.
“So,” he states as he begins to unbutton his dress shirt, one by one. “You think you could handle dating me?” He raises a brow at me.
“Maybe,” I reply while admiring the tanned skin that’s slowly becoming exposed to me.
“I’m going to make my base in New York for the near future.” Okay, this has my attention. “I can work from anywhere in the world, why not in the same city as the most beautiful woman I know.”
Fuck, he’s good.
His shirt flutters to the floor, and I take in his gorgeous body—the deep ‘V’ of his hips, the bumps of his abs, the tight muscles of his shoulders, his thickly cut arms. This man is the most handsome man in the world, and he wants me.
“Can you handle that, Camryn?” He raises a dark brow in my direction.
“I think I can.” Biting down on my bottom lip, his fingers begin to unbutton his suit pants.
Show me the dick, show me the dick, I chant to myself.
“I want you and only you,” he confesses. “I want us to be exclusive unless we are playing at my clubs or the resort.
