"I like the way you feel." His eyes rake slowly over my body. I can barely make out his face in the dim light of my bedroom but I sense his gaze. I know he's drinking in everything he sees.
"Why are you here?" My eyelids are so heavy. I had too many glasses of house red wine at the restaurant with Rebecca and her coworkers. When they took off for a club I got into a cab and came home. I must have fallen asleep almost instantly.
"I'm here to fuck you." His clothes are off now. He's supporting his entire weight with one hand while the other softly caresses my thigh.
"I want that." If I can keep my eyes open, I want that.
"Was the party fun?" His lips are on my neck now. It feels so soothing, so natural to have him touch me. He knows exactly how I like to be touched.
"The party?" The words escape my tongue in a breathless whisper. I moan slowly when his hand snakes up my leg and gently pushes them apart.
"Your roommate? You went to a party for her." His mouth moves lower.
"Did I tell you that?" I haven't talked to him in two days. I was working. I needed space after he said he didn't take anyone else to the hotel suite. I needed time to absorb that, to decide if it was real or fiction.
"You're so wet." His index finger circles around my clit and I groan spontaneously.
"Put on a condom." I don't mince words. I don't want to.
"You can't stand another minute without me can you?" He moves briskly and I hear the tear of the foil packet.
"I want to be fucked." The words reflect my body's need. I need to be taken. I need to be consumed. I need to not doubt him so much.
"Goddammit it," he hisses as he pushes himself completely into me. "You're so ready for me."
"Hard." I wrap my legs around his waist. "Fuck me, hard."
His lips push into mine as he slams his cock into me. I moan into the kiss and I feel his breath hitch.
"You're so greedy, Jessica." The words whisper across my mouth. "You'll never get enough of my cock inside of you."
He's right. I won't. I can't. It's so good. It's always so good.
"Harder," I clench my sex around him, pulling him deeper.
"Christ." He bucks back and grabs my ass check in his palm, tilting my pelvis to take more of him.
"You're cock is so big." I bite his shoulder. "So fucking big."
A deep groan pulls through his body as he ups the tempo. "Tell me how good it feels to be fucked by me."
"Nothing feels like this," I confess as I push myself into him. "Nothing is this good."
"You want my cock, don't you?" The headboard pounds against the wall as he rams himself into my core.
I flinch at the bite of pain that always comes when he's this deep. "I want it."
"Tell me you crave my cock."
"I crave it." I can barely form the words. It all feels like so much.
"After I fuck you, I'm going to lick you until your sweet, little body can't take anymore."
"No." I shake my head. "Just make my come."
He pulls out and flips my body over in one movement. I claw at the sheets, wanting more. I reach down to touch my clit but his hand pulls it away.
"You don't get to have this." His breath is there; it's on my center. I can feel it skirting across my wetness. "I own this orgasm. Just me."
I bury my head in my pillow as I scream when he licks my folds. He's not gentle. He's needy, and rough and it drives me over the edge. I almost collapse before he's on me again. I come once more when he pushes two fingers inside of me and rubs my tender spot over and over.
"Nathan, no more." I wave my hand behind me. "It's too much."
"You're mine." He drives his cock into me so hard my head slams against the headboard. I cry out from the pain and he pulls my body up and against his, tilting my pelvis so his cock never leaves me.
"God, please." I moan into the air. "This is so good. I can't come again. Please."
"You never want me to stop." His fingers circle my clit as his other hand holds steady around my neck, pulling my body back. "I'll fuck you forever. Only me."
"Only you," I repeat. "Only you."
Chapter 20
"I need a good lawyer." I sit in the chair opposite his desk.
"You need a lawyer?" He's behind me, his hand resting on the curve of my neck. I wore my hair in a ponytail with the hope that he'd do just that. I love the way it feels when his hands touch me there.
"Yes." I try to catch the giggle that's building inside of me.
His hands leave my skin and I feel instantly lost. I'm becoming too attached to him again. Even though I haven't spent a night at his place since I was at the hotel when he walked in with his sister, things are becoming heavy again. My feelings are racing to the surface and I'm scared I'm going to crash and burn just like last time.
"What do you need a lawyer for?" He's on his knees in front of me now, his hands clenching either side of the chair.
"I have a concussion." I pull my bottom lip out in a fat pout.
His eyes are riveted to it. He licks the pad of his thumb before he pulls it over my lip. "I would give almost anything for you to suck me off right now."
"Is that how you handle all your potential clients?" I frown. "No wonder you make so much money."
He lifts a brow and a warm smile covers his handsome face. "How did you get a concussion?"
I lean forward so my hand is resting lightly on his shoulder. "I was being fucked by this man the other night. Not just any man, but the man. I mean his cock is like this big." I hold my hands a few inches apart.
"That big?" His brow furrows.
"This big?" I push my hands even farther apart.
"More like, this big." He pulls my hands wide until there's a definite gulf between them.
"He thinks so, but it's more like this." I push them back together just a bit.
"I gave you a concussion when I was fucking you?"
"You sometimes tell me that you're going to fuck my brains out so technically I guess I had a warning." I reach to touch the side of his face softly.
He doesn't say anything. He just stares intently into my eyes.
"When did you know you were so irresistible?" I trace a path across his top lip and then the bottom with my finger, watching how they part ever so slightly with each graze of my touch.
"The first moment you looked at me." He doesn't break a smile at all, even though I do.
"Women found you irresistible before I did." I move my finger along his cheekbone to his eyebrow. They're so thick and black. They make him look so imposing, serious and dangerous.
His long eyelashes flutter softly. "Other women thought I was interesting or intriguing for a time. That's different."
I move my finger across his forehead, marvelling in how strong it is. I rest my hand just on his hairline. "It's not that different."
"No one knows me, Jessica." His breath breezes over my cheek. "No one has ever wanted to know me."
I push my fingers into his hair and he closes his eyes and moans softly. "How is that possible?" It's a genuine question. How could any woman not want to know him?
"I wasn't like this with them." His breathing increases slightly. "I wouldn't let them in."
"You let me in." My hand falls to the back of his neck.
A shudder courses through his strong, massive shoulders. "I meant it when I said it."
"Said what?" I run my fingers lazily over the skin at the side of his chin, relishing in the feel of the mid- afternoon stubble.
"That I love you." It's barely audible. I see it within his eyes before the words leave his lips.
I finally break his gaze and look down at the skirt of my dress. "Please don't say that."
"I love you, Jessica."
"I can't say it yet. Please don't ask me to." I pull my eyes up to meet his.
"I won't. You feel it in here." He lightly rests his hand on my chest. "Soon, you'll be able to say it too."
I want to. "Yes." I can't offer anything more n
ow.
"Until then, Jessica…" his voice trails as he pulls his soft lips over mine.
"Until then?" I ask into his mouth.
"You can suck me off."
Chapter 21
"There was a delivery for you when you were out." Rebecca motions towards a large bouquet of flowers sitting on the kitchen counter.
I race over to pull the card from the fragrant arrangement.
Until then, Nathan is written in black ink across the card.
"From Fingers?" she asks casually over her shoulder.
. I nod as I settle down next to her. "What are you doing tonight?"
"Tonight?" She taps the side of her forehead with the spoon. "Masturbating, most likely."
I laugh at her willingness to overshare. "I'm sorry I asked." I hold up my hand.
"You're not working tonight?" She finishes the last bit of her dessert. "Where's Fingers?"
"Hanging out with a friend." I want to sound as though I'm casual about it but ever since Nathan told me he was going out for a beer with a buddy, my mind has been playing tricks on me. I don't want to get caught back in a hotel room rummaging through his things when he walks in with yet another member of his family.
"His sister?" The amount of sarcasm dripping from the comment is palpable.
"That was his sister." I try not to convey too much 'I told you so' in my tone.
"He says it was his sister, that's different."
"Actually, last weekend, we did a video chat when he was away and I met them all." I hadn't mentioned it to her because I knew that she still didn’t trust him and she'd have wanted to lurk in the background to make sure I wasn't having the proverbial wool pulled over my eyes yet again.
"All of them? How many are there?" She tilts her head to the side in mock surprise.
"Just four." I smile. "His sister, her husband and the two kids."
"The perfect family." She picks up the empty bowl and I swear for a minute it looks like she's going to lick it clean.
"No family is really perfect, are they?"
"No," she almost spits the word across the table at me. "They aren't."
"So, a movie?" I offer. "I got paid yesterday so it's my treat."
"I'll grab my coat."
***
"I ate way too much popcorn." I loop my arm through Rebecca's as we step out into the busy pedestrian traffic. Manhattan never seems to slow down and as much as I missed the quiet, breezy, still air back home, I was beginning to relish in the fast pace and vibrant nature of this city.
"I want a beer." Rebecca pulls me to the left so abruptly I almost fall off my heels into her.
I follow her lead while I check my phone and see a message from Nathan.
I miss you, Jessica.
Simple, sweet and to the point.
"Did Fingers text you?" Rebecca calls over her shoulder as she scans the storefronts across the street. "Where can a girl get a beer in this neighborhood?"
"There's a pub a few doors down from the restaurant. Everyone says the beer on tap there is great. We can go." I offer, even though I'm ready to climb into my bed and sleep the night away.
"Did he text you or not?" She points to my smartphone. I know she's just being protective. I don't have all the answers I want from him yet but I have enough for the moment.
"He said he misses me." I feel giddy just from repeating the words. It's just a simple text, Jessica. You can't invest too much in him yet. One day at a time.
She stops to stare at a pair of designer shoes in a window. "I should come back tomorrow to get those."
"I think you should." I pull on her arm to egg her along. I just want to have one beer and then get both of us in to a taxi so we can get home. I know she has an early morning tomorrow.
"The new job is great." The half-smile on her face suggests otherwise.
"It's always an adjustment when you start something new." I steer us to the left so we whip around the corner. "Just up the block here." I point.
"I haven't said this yet." She stops in the middle of the sidewalk and people curse, as they have to weave their way around us. "I'm happy that you're here. I'm happy that you moved to New York, Jess."
"It was the best decision I ever made." I pull her into an embrace. "You're the one who convinced me to do it."
"Just think." She turns sharply on her heel as we near the entrance to the pub. "If you hadn't come here you never would have met Fingers and his dick."
I giggle as I push the door open and walk through into the crowded space.
***
"Just one more and then we'll call it a night." Rebecca waves one finger in the air over her head. "Please, Jess. This is like our own private celebration of my promotion."
"If you put it like that…" I laugh from the slight buzz I got from my own glass of beer. Rebecca is already on her third, heading towards her fourth. I don't know how she stays awake. I'd be under the table by now.
"We should totally go back to Connecticut." She slams her hand against the table. "You could show Josh what a cosmopolitan woman you've become."
I glance down at my worn jeans and pink sweater. "I'm not there quite yet. Maybe when I get a promotion, I can do that."
"You have to get away from that asshole." She spits the words out with obvious disdain.
"What asshole?" I don't want to get in another argument with her about Nathan. It's the same song and dance every time. She'll tell me that he's just using me as his temporary fuck toy and I'll tell her I think she's wrong.
"Drew."
"Drew?" I'm surprised when that name jumps from her lips.
"You need to quit that place." She grabs hold of my forearm. "He can fuck up your career. You know that he can."
I wish I hadn't confided in her about what he was doing to me. She was fiercely loyal and if she thought anyone was fucking over someone she loved, she's fight tooth and nail to protect them. She did it with me when I was with Josh, and now with Nathan too. Since I've planted Drew squarely on her bad side, he was in the line of fire, just like the rest of them.
"I should go over there and give him a piece of my mind right now." She stomps her foot as if she's about to storm out of the pub, go to the restaurant and wring Drew's neck.
"At least wait until his shift is over," I joke. I motion for the waitress again but she throws me a hurried glance and I can tell she's got way too much to handle.
Rebecca's hand flies past my face at break neck speed. "His shift is over. The low life is right there."
I peer through the crowd to steal a profile view of Drew sitting at another table. He's talking animatedly to someone else. He's got a tall glass of beer in his palm. "I should go over there and dump that over his head." The mental image of that alone is enough to satisfy me but Rebecca now has a seed planted in her mind that's going to be hard to weed out.
"Do it, Jess. Just fucking do it." She's pushing my arm, almost knocking me from my chair.
"I can't." I shake my head. "He'll get me fired."
"It'll be so worth it."
"I'll get us a couple more drinks." Or her a drink and me another sparkling water.
"Be quick when you dump it over his head and then run. Kick your heels off if you have to." She nudges me in the side. "I'll grab them on my way out." She takes a quick glance at my worn heels. "Or not. You can borrow a pair of mine."
I shake my head in laughter as I launch into the crowd. I push my way past a few people before I realize that Drew's eyes are locked onto my face. He's raised his brow as if to taunt me. We're not standing inside Axel NY. He's not my superior in this moment. How much would it really hurt if I marched up to him and told him to fuck off?
His eyes don't leave mine as I steadily walk closer and closer to his table. I can see his mouth moving. He's talking to whoever he's with but his attention doesn't divert from me. The soft hum of the noise in the room mutes out his voice until I'm just mere inches away. I walk right up behind the dark haired man he's sitting with.
"She was so hungry for it." The voice of the man sitting in front of me, with his back to me, sounds so familiar.
"I can't believe you got her in your bed before me. When we saw her in the line at the club that night I thought I'd taste her first." Drew cocks a brow as if to challenge me to say something.
"Jessica always wanted me. I won fair and square when I fucked that sweet, little body for the first time."
I close my eyes.
I feel the air leave my lungs as I tap Nathan softly on his shoulder.
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