by C. M. Marin
“Now, help me get my things. I might have bought something someone might like.”
He groans as he catches my smile I hope has the sexy touch I tried to give it.
I can’t believe I bought my underwear with Nate wandering in my mind. But I want him, there’s no need to pretend otherwise. Will I be able to let him own my body just like my head pleads with me? Doubts are still strongly present in my mind about that, but I long for his touch with such craving that I can only pray for my boundaries to cede tonight. To stop holding me back.
Colin is still in my head, his face smiling at me from time to time, and I wish he were able to speak to me and tell me I’m now free to discover what it is that Nate ignites in me. Because no matter what’s been happening to me and why Nate has this sort of powerful effect on me, I feel like Colin is the only one who can set me free.
* * *
Wow.
My steps cut neat just as I reach the bottom of the stairs. I need a moment to take it all in.
I told Nate I’d meet him downstairs once I was ready, but back then, I didn’t expect to have to search for him among several dozen people. How can they even fit in here? The substantial number of couples practically jumping each other in every corner of the room might be the reason. I’m not a prude, but that is a little embarrassing.
I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to find Nate in that crowd. It feels a little over the top to go back upstairs and get my phone to call him.
“Is that what you bought thinking I might like it? Because if so, you nailed it, baby.”
Looks like he found me first.
Coming from somewhere on my right, he moves with that nonchalant gait of his until he’s standing in front of me, his gaze predatory as it roams over my black leather skirt and plain white shirt that doesn’t even reveal the smallest hint of cleavage.
“It’s not. Besides, I said I bought something someone might like,” I remind him of my exact words. “What makes you think you are that someone?” I frown even though I’m smiling inside.
“Be careful.” He takes a step forward, his body pausing right before it grazes mine, but the warning I hear in his voice is said in a challenging tone, not a frightening one. “I’m not opposed to ripping your panties off you right here and diving my fingers into your tight pussy again just to inform every single fucker here that they should only touch you if they got a death wish.”
Obviously, I won’t let him do that. So why are his dirty talk and excessive possessiveness making me moan like he actually touched me?
When he flashes me that knowing smirk, I berate him, “Not funny.”
“It so fucking is,” he muses. “Don’t worry, though. No one is ever going to see your sexy face as you come all over my hand.”
“They won’t,” I confirm. “But now I’m horny,” I accuse him on a sigh.
Of course, that’s not something that bothers him. “Good,” he even retorts, his lips curling into a sexy grin as he reaches for my hand. “Let’s go find something to eat. Melvin brought enough food to feed the damn town, and you haven’t been eating much lately.”
Stupidly, my heart does a little flip in my chest knowing he has noticed that detail.
“I don’t have much of an appetite these days, I guess.”
His face clouds over with concern and sympathy. “Look, clearly you can’t go to a shrink to talk about what you went through, but I’m here anytime you want to talk about it.”
“I know you are, but I’m fine. I promise. I haven’t had a nightmare in three nights, and I know I didn’t have a choice to do what I did. I’m just stressed out, that’s all.”
I can sense that he wants to argue, but the softness in his eyes is gone the moment someone speaks up from the bar behind him.
“Hey, Nate, can I have a piece once you’ve had your fill? She’s smoking.”
Call me dumb, but it takes me a moment, even though short, to understand that the guy with a beard that is so long it grazes his chest is talking about me. I guess the way his attention is locked on my body is what tips me off. I don’t get to see him leering at me much more than a couple of seconds, though, because Nate spins around and stalks away from me to go stand right into the face of the beast of a man, leaving me his back for only view.
“Does she look like a whore to you?”
His voice is a controlled growl, only loud enough to cover the music, but since the people around have stopped talking, I can easily hear him. Everyone can. And the fact his question doesn’t come out as a shout doesn’t lessen the threat heavily audible in every spoken syllable.
Since Nate is now using his body as a human shield between me and the guy, his fists clenched at his sides, I can’t see the guy’s expression, but his next rambling says it all. “No, no, shit, my bad, Nate. Fuck, shit, she was different from the other girls, that’s why I… Shit, my bad, Nate,” he repeats then falls silent.
When Dick hasn’t spoken in a few seconds and everyone goes back to their own business, I suppose he simply ran off, probably eager to keep his head right where it is.
I’m back beside Nate with a couple of steps. His shoulders still look painfully taut, and his biceps tick under his skin, betraying his edgy state, so I only let my fingertips brush his arm to get him to notice me.
His body stiffens even more as a gaze I’ve yet to see so hard darts to me. If I didn’t know him, I’d be storming out of this place even though fully aware that worse is waiting for me outside. But I do know him, which is why I’m not surprised when his eyes mellow the moment he realizes who is touching him.
He turns around to face me properly. “I told most of them that you were off-limits, but some hadn’t arrived when I did. But no one would have touched you if you had said no. I don’t allow that shit in here, they all know it. But that doesn’t keep them from being total dickheads sometimes.”
Before I can react to his explanation, his mouth dips until it covers mine, and I welcome his initiative as if there weren’t bikers and strippers surrounding us―sometimes one of each copulating in whatever available spot they were able to find.
I’ve never been the exhibitionist type like those girls showing at every party, but Nate flushing me against him is enough to chuck out the code of conduct I should be following at least some of the rules considering we’re literally surrounded by dozens of people. I’m powerless when it comes to what this guy does to me. Sometimes, I’m afraid I only react disproportionately to the safe vibe he’s been calming me with since the fire and what happened in the desert. But if I’m being honest with myself, my need to tear his shirt off his body and run my palms over the tightness peeking out underneath goes back to before that night. It goes back to the first time my eyes shifted up from my pancakes to catch his own chocolate, startled gaze. It goes back to the first time his lips touched mine. My breath shortened noticeably, my heartbeat went wild, and even though I didn’t know why my body responded this way to a mere stranger, I did know it had never responded this way to anyone. Which wasn’t an easy revelation to have.
But the reality is what it is. Since that day, I’ve found myself letting go of my grief for the first time. The more I talked with Nate, laughed with him, or simply spent time with him, the more I let go of the past. I’ve started to move on. To close a door and open a new one. And what’s behind that door gives me the freeing impression of being alive. That’s what I want now. Yielding to the sensation of being free and alive. And it’s Nate who makes me feel that way right now.
His hand rakes up my back to finish its course tangling in my hair, and his fingers slide between the locks before he tugs at them with light force helping him angling my head until he can devour me the way he wants to.
This kiss is just like him: raw. I love it. He lets nothing hold him back. He yields to the attraction, to what his body needs, without any questions. And as I moan into his mouth, I allow him to take everything he needs from me. The irrepressible sound is still echoing in my ears wh
en he lifts me up, his fingers now digging into the flesh of my hips through the leather of my skirt as I wrap my legs around him.
It seems like I’m not going to see much more of my first party, because Nate walks up the stairs I just walked down. I’m pretty sure catcalls are rising behind us, but my mind can’t focus on anything other than Nate’s lips that don’t abandon mine. And I’m now the one pulling at his hair. As I feel myself growing wet against his hardness, my patience drops dramatically. My hands slip under his shirt, eager for the contact with his skin. I want to feel him with an oppressive urgency.
In his room, he lays me down on his bed and gets rid of my shirt in the next breath. Gazing at my half-naked upper body as he hovers over me, he growls his opinion on his view.
“That what you bought for me, baby?” he asks, his eyes locked on my dark blue, lacy bra.
My affirmative answer is hummed as I tug up at the hem of his own shirt to tear it off him.
“Excellent choice,” he approves as he tosses his shirt on the floor while his focus stays on my covered breasts. “Though it’ll have to go,” he adds while he finally puts his hands back on me.
Sneaking them between me and the mattress, he already discards the brand-new bra. Rather chilly air hits the bare skin of my breasts, but that’s not the reason why my nipples harden. Nate’s gaze burning into my flesh with starvation is enough to get that instant reaction from them. Like he desperately needs a taste, his lips come down to close resolutely around my left nipple, and I almost shot off the bed, my back arching generously.
Damn, that’s divine.
My hips dancing and lifting, I seek a contact that the idea of has been torturing my mind since the first night I shared Nate’s bed. Every night I spent here has seen my body begging my head to give myself to him completely. I never could until tonight. Tonight, I can’t stay away. I can’t stay away anymore, or I’ll lose my sanity.
A deep moan fills the room when the tip of his tongue flicks over my nipple as he cups my sex in a firm grasp. And when the heel of his hand presses hard on my clit, I’m happy the music is blasting downstairs, because I think I groan at the jolt of pleasure. My legs fall open, and instead of undressing me completely, Nate pushes my thong aside. There’s no time to endure the torture of anticipation, because next thing I know, I’m full of two fingers plunging inside me until they can’t go any deeper. My eyes close as I let him work me toward a climax I’ve dreamed to relive since the second and last one he gave me.
At least he works me toward it until a void between my legs has my eyes popping open, and I’m then dying to scream his name, but for an entire different reason than the one I was expecting to scream it for.
“What…”
In the end, I can only mumble that one word, and Nate chuckles.
He freaking chuckles.
“Don’t lau―”
My voice dies into his mouth when he kisses me to silence. But then again, he deprives me of his wonderful lips and tongue for whatever cruel reason.
I glare at him, but my annoyance fades when he presses his crotch against mine. “I want to feel you come around my cock,” he says, a lustful glee shining in his eyes. “Now that you’re dying to get off, I’m hoping you’ll let me fuck you good until you can’t control your own body and brain anymore.”
My frustration gives way to an amplified need that rips out a groan of me. But Nate must confuse the sound of my need for him with one of indecision, because he adds immediately, “It’s alright if you don’t want to go all the way, but you have to tell me now so I can make you scream with my mouth and go take an icy-cold shower.”
Even through the desperate state he put me in, I let out a laugh at the fake torment twisting his face―though he might not be faking it considering how hard he is against my thigh.
I answer him with my hands reaching for his jeans and pushing them down along with his boxer briefs before I wrap my hand around his cock. His eyes flutter closed as his whole body goes rigid. But when I graze my entrance with the tip of his hard length and a moan slips between my lips, his clouded yet piercing eyes find me again.
His breathing turns erratic, but he doesn’t move. To help him shake off any lingering hesitation, I say, never looking away from his eyes, “I want you to make me feel what I think I’ve never felt.”
And I mean it. Everything with Nate is more powerful than anything I’ve ever known, and I’m sure that this isn’t going to be any different.
Within seconds, the two pieces of clothing left on me are out of his way and his hand has replaced mine around his cock. There’re no more words exchanged as he grabs a condom from his nightstand, puts it on himself in no time, and, slowly, guides himself into me. A rasping sound scrapes the back of his throat all the while he pushes in, stretching me, only quieting when he’s deep inside me.
So much better than his fingers. Not that I minded having them there, but this… This is like I’ve never been in a place more suited for me. Everything is just right the way it is.
With motions that are so slow I’ll sob from frustration if he doesn’t get up to speed real soon, he pulls off me and pulls back in several times before his pace hears my inner prayers and quickens, forcing me to wind my arms around his neck. He thrusts harder and harder, his movements becoming so fast-moving that it’s quickly barely possible for me to even know when he withdraws and when he slams back in. I just know that he awakens every nerve-ending inside me at each way in and back out.
I knew Nate would be quite a rough lover, considering his hard nature. What I didn’t know was that I’d love it to the point of needing to bite down on my lower lip to avoid the escape of noises only a porn star should make. But when I’m afraid I’ll draw blood, I release my lip while my throat releases those whimpers that seem to unleash Nate all the more.
My orgasm doesn’t sneak in. It implodes. Nate was right. My body and my brain are both out of my control. My limbs shudder as though I wasn’t the one owning them, my arms too flabby to hold on to Nate’s neck any longer, and my brain coaxes my mouth into crying out no matter who can hear me scream from the blissful pleasure.
His body stiffens against mine, and the grip he has on my hips turns just shy of painful. With a feral groan, he gets off inside me, and I stupidly wish I were under birth control so he could have skipped the condom.
For the longest minutes, we both pant for air as he doesn’t pull out of me, and I enjoy his warm breath against my skin while he places small kisses along my neck.
His gaze only lands back on me after he pulled out, took the condom off him and tossed it somewhere on the right side of the bed―in the paper basket, I hope. I expect him to kiss me sweetly, just like he did the two first times I came in his arms, but instead, his head dips right between my thighs, and his tongue licks at my very sensitive clit.
“Nate!” I berate him but can’t help the string of giggles that leaves me.
“That’s some fucking tight pussy,” he praises before his tongue slides its way up my stomach, my nipple for only goal.
“God, Nate, I…”
Is he crazy? I don’t know if I can take more right now.
“You what? You want me to make you scream again? Because I do,” he says, biting on my still pebbled nipple.
Once again, my appreciative whimper is enough of an answer for him, and as his hand goes back down to tease my still wet entrance, I’m starting to think that I’m about to begin the most incredible night of my life.
Chapter 16
Nate
“Need some help in here?” I ask when I walk into the kitchen.
“Nope,” Alex beams proudly but doesn’t lift her head to look at me. “We don’t, but only because of this amazing girl.”
She squeezes Cam’s shoulder, who’s standing right beside her, her head bent over a big cake as she makes what looks like flowers with a cream coming out of a pastry bag. She only tears her focus off the masterpiece briefly to smile up at me.
“She saved my life,” Alex goes on through a breath of deep relief. “It’s been so long since I’ve baked, I swear I lost my touch.”
“Could that be a sign that it’s time for you to come back home?” I ask, and the scowl she pins me with says it all.
Keep your opinion about Jayce and me for yourself.
I raise my hands apologetically. “Just saying we miss you.”
Before last year, there had never been a doubt about Alex coming back to Twican once she was done with her studies. And now, despite the fact she graduated almost two months ago, not only does she still live in Dallas, she also comes back here to visit less and less. Some of us even wonder if she’s met someone who keeps her away.
“I miss you all, too,” she admits, her features softening, and I don’t push further.
Rubbing my hands together, I look at the monster of a cake. “What do we have here?”
“Chocolate cake and vanilla frosting,” both girls say in unison.
“And it’s…ready,” Camryn announces, assessing her job with concentration. “We can get all the cakes out. The kids must be growing impatient.”
“Ben, too,” Alex adds. “As for me, I earned at least three pieces,” she decides.
I give them a hand with the six cakes Alex baked herself, and while we place them on the long table set outside, surprise hits me as to how simple this is. Camryn’s presence. She fits perfectly into my family. Easily. It should be nothing much, someone’s presence, but hers seems to be the best thing I’ve gotten to have. It’s simple yet something I don’t want to even imagine losing. The longer she stays, the more obvious the fact her place is here becomes.
She has a life in LA, I know that. But every time I think of her stepping out of mine, a voice yells in my head, ordering me to lock her up in my room, tied to my bed.
“Oh, I forgot the napkins,” she says just as we placed the last cake on the table. “Can you get them?” she turns to me, her eyes pleading. “They’re beside the microwave.”
