Hurting To Feel (Carpool Dolls)

by Abby Wood

  "Tomorrow, we'll hire someone to move your things here," he said.

  She jolted. "You can't—"

  He captured her mouth, swallowing her refusal. Her push against him faded when he stuck his tongue in her mouth. She closed her eyes. God, he could kiss.

  Tomorrow, after he finished with her tonight, she'd tell him what she wanted out of their new relationship. He wasn't the only one who could make demands.

  Chapter Eleven

  An hour after daybreak, Nate stood at his bedroom window looking out at the Willamette River. Instead of seeing the traffic, the city coming alive, and the low fog rolling out of the city that he always enjoyed viewing in the early morning hours, he kept slipping back to how Addison refused to let go of him through the night.

  He'd waken up three times and had sex with her. At first, he believed her insatiable when she practically slept half on top of him, but during the times when they weren't having sex, she continued holding on to him. Even when he slipped out of bed and went to his office, she'd whimpered in her sleep and reached for him.

  He liked how needy she was with him, but her actions confused him.

  More than anything, he wanted inside her head. From the outside, she came across calm, cool, and collected. Typically, he stayed away from professional women because they'd lost the ability to run on their emotions. Every aspect of their lives revolved around calculations and schemes.

  Yet, Addison showed him more in the short time they'd spent together than most women had. The second looks she cast his way when she answered, as if she wasn't sure if she said the right thing. The constant way she touched him when she wasn't thinking. He pitched forward until his forehead landed on the window. Hell, she tended to lean against him, seeking his support or protection whenever they were within five feet of each other.

  He wanted to know why she sought him out. Something or someone hurt her in the past that forced her to close herself off from everyone. She didn't even recognize how much she yearned for the stability he could give her.

  Soon, he'd know more about her and could make sure she never doubted her place in his life. He straightened and moved away from the window. From here on, Addison was his job. The hell with the corporate world. Money would never bring him calm the way she could once he taught her how to serve him.

  At the edge of the bed, he looked down on Addison. He'd fulfill her in ways she never imagined or thought she knew she wanted and in return, he hoped to dominate the demons inside of him. The ones crying out to hurt, run, and survive.

  Last night, she thought enthusiastic sex equaled pain. His chest warmed. She had no fucking idea the level he needed and would get from her.

  Fully dressed, he sat on the edge of the bed and leaned toward her. "Time to wake up."

  She puckered her lips. He trailed his finger along her slim brow, softening the muscles making her frown. She moaned in her sleep, and he hardened. He liked the susceptible side to her as much as her temper.

  Last night, he learned silence angered her. Authority scared her. And, when he put his mouth between her thighs, she lost all control of her body. When on the verge of a climax she'd open her mouth and when she orgasmed, she bit down on her bottom lip. He wanted to unzip his jeans and curb his lust for her, but they were running out of time.

  He sat up, yanking the sheet covering her body, and spanked her bare ass. "Get up."

  She jolted into a sitting position on the bed. He took pity on her, and kissed her hard, taking away the sting from his hand. When she relaxed, and got her bearings, he pulled back. He grinned at the dazed look on her face.

  "Time to take a shower." He pulled his shirt over his head.

  "What time is it?" She stifled a yawn.

  He held out his hand. "Eight."

  She latched onto his fingers, unfolded her legs from the sheet tangled around her knees, and stood on the bed. "It's Saturday. Do you work?"

  Instead of jumping down to the floor, she pitched herself at him. He had just enough time to put his hands under her butt and hold her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, burying her head in his shoulder. Pleasantly surprised at the position, he stood holding her. He liked the way he could carry her, as if she were a child and depended on him to move her to the other room.

  "No, I'm home all day, doll, but the movers will be here at ten o'clock and I need to feed you," he said, moving across the room.

  "What?" Her head came off his shoulder. "Where are you moving?"

  He continued to hold her as he turned on the water to the shower. "Nowhere. I'm having your clothes and bathroom supplies brought over here. Later, you can bring the other belongings you have to the house."

  She struggled against him. "Put me done, Nate."

  He ignored her and locked his arms around her hips. She was going to get a bigger surprise if she kept moving against his erection.

  "Nate!" she said.

  He braced his foot against the tub, letting her straddle his thigh with her feet off the ground but keeping her on him. "You're to call me Nathan. I asked you to do that for me, remember?"

  Naked and moving, she tilted, trying to get one of her feet on the floor. He ignored the way her heat pressed through the leg of his jeans and straight to his thigh. Letting her put all her weight on the one part of her that he knew would make her listen, he hooked her neck and held her by the hair. Not enough to hurt her. He only wanted to bring her attention around to him.

  He gave her no room to move her head. "Say it."

  She froze and glared. He glanced down and his chest expanded. "Love feeling how hot you are against me, but when I asked you to call me Nathan, I meant it. Only you know will know me as Nathan."

  "You're taking everything away from me," she ground out between her teeth.

  He moistened his lips. "You still have a house. Later, when you understand that you're not going anywhere, that I'm not going anywhere, you can rent it out, sell it, or leave it empty, I don't care. That'll be up to you. I'm not taking anything away. I'm giving you what you need. Right now, that's me and what I can do for you."

  Her mouth grew tighter as she fought for balance on his leg and the pressure on her head where he held her hair. "All you're doing is hurting me."

  "Am I?" He wiggled the leg propped up on the tub. "I can practically feel the dampness from your pussy soaking into my jeans. Tell me, am I hurting you right now?"

  Her eyes shifted to his chest and the cords on her neck convulsed with her swallowing. He waited. She'd formed an opinion in her head that what he wanted with her was to take everything from her. The truth was much different.

  She shifted on his leg. He tilted his head. No longer was she thinking about his demand.

  "Say my name," he whispered.

  Her hands came off his arm and held on to his shoulders. She continued to move against his thigh, back and forth, grinding her heat against him. He used the hold on her hair to ease her face toward him.

  "That's it, doll. Make yourself feel good and say my fucking name." He pulled her forward, making her body tilt, putting more pressure on her clit, and captured her lips.

  He kissed her hard, demanding, and deep. Not letting her go and helping her stay balanced as she rode his thigh, he repeated, "Say my name."

  "N-Nathan…" Her eyelids fluttered and her breath came in pants. "Please, Nathan."

  Without jarring her, he picked her up and set her on her feet, holding her steady as she swayed. Harder than a rock, he stripped off his jeans and boxers. He could already imagine her tight, hot, body impaled on him.

  He picked her up again and smiled when her arms went back around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. He sucked in his breath. "Fuck, I like when you hang on me, doll. Let me inside you. I'll ease your ache."

  She bounced, rubbing against him. He guided her hips down, and slipped his hardness inside of her. All the muscles in his legs constricted, his balls ached in pleasure. With her wrapped around him, he ro
cked from his heels to his toes, thrusting balls deep. The weight of her on his cock squeezed the hell out of him. He fought to hold back until she found her release.

  "Yeah." He grunted. "Take all of me."

  "Nathan," she breathed.

  She clawed at his back. The sharp, stinging pain set him off. He pumped inside of her, pushing her down hard on him, half lifting her off before letting her fall against his hips. Slick from her arousal, she glided over him, stroking his length.

  "Oh, God. Oh, God," she chanted.

  His whole body jacked. "Eyes on me. Let me see you come."

  As she took his orders and obeyed, her arms trembled around his neck and her body convulsed in his arms. He arched his back, all his energy congregated deep in his sack and he exploded. Holding himself still, he spurt his load deep inside of her. Long after he'd emptied himself, his body seized in a rhythmic pattern not wanting to stop.

  Addy laid her head on his shoulder and let her arms fall to the sides. He took one step, stumbled from weakness, and stopped. "Need to shower," he mumbled.

  She nodded against his neck and allowed him to slip out of her and set her down. Then he led her into the shower. He quickly washed as he watched her stand under the spray of the water, her eyes closed, her facial features relaxed. When he was done, he changed positions with her, and proceeded to wash her body, taking special care to wash between her legs.

  Addison held on to him, finally leaning her head against his chest. He chuckled. All he had to do in the future if he didn't want her arguing with him was to wear her out sexually. Too bad, he enjoyed the spirited Addison even more.

  After he toweled her off, he went out to the closet and grabbed her one of his T-shirts. He returned to her, and slipped the material over her head. He took in the long legs, the flushed cheeks, her wet hair lying wild around her shoulders, and frowned.

  "You'll stay in the bedroom while the guys bring your things into the house. I don't want them seeing you." He covered his head with the towel and dried his hair.

  When he tossed the towel, he caught her staring. "Problem?"

  "Yes, Nate," she said.

  He clamped his teeth together to hide his grin, but failed. Throwing back his head, he laughed.

  "I don't see anything funny…Nate." Her arms crossed, pulling the shirt tight over her breasts, which were firm and round without a bra.

  "Keep pushing me," he muttered. "I'll convince you that I only want to hear the name Nathan from your lips."

  She had no idea that one of the men would take one look at her, and challenge him for a chance at her. As much as he'd love to fight for her any day or night, right after she sucked all the strength out of him was not the time to prove he could take on any man.

  "The men coming to the house are friends. Friends from my past." He lifted her chin. "One look at you and they'll be fucking you in their heads. I won't allow that. Understand?"

  Her eyes rounded. "What do you mean, your friends from the past? They don't work for a moving company?"

  He shook his head. "They steal cars."

  "Nathan!" She grabbed his arms. "How did they get in my house? I don't want them to steal my things. I have…I have valuables."

  "I gave them permission to unlock the door. Don't worry. They have ways of getting in and out, you won't even notice. They also know that if anything is missing or broken, they'll answer to me, and they won't want to do that." He stepped into his jeans. "Can I take this as you're okay with moving in with me?"

  "Ten minutes ago, yes. Now, no." She rolled her eyes when he laughed.

  She walked past him to the mirror, and fingered combed her hair. He leaned against the doorway of the bathroom, content to watch her. "You can use my brush."

  "I never brush when my hair is wet." She continued untangling her hair, only wrinkling her nose when a stubborn snarl caught on her fingers. "Can I ask you something?"

  "Yeah," he said.

  "Why do you insist I call you Nathan when you told me your name was Nate, and when we went out for drinks the first time, you insisted I call you Nate instead of Mr. Rafferty. Even at my house, you had no problem with me calling you Nate." She turned away from the mirror, but didn't come any closer to him.

  "No one calls me Nathan. The only one allowed to call me Nathan is Professor Frank, because he's accepted who I am, no matter how dirty I became, or how rough I acted, he remained beside me. He'd die to save my back. I want the same commitment from you. Every time you call me Nate or Mr. Rafferty, I'll deny you what you want. Understood?"

  He heard her swift inhale. She nodded. He raised his brows waiting. The request was a simple one, but not to do what he asked carried a severe punishment for Addy.

  Without looking away, she lifted her chin and whispered, "Thank you, Nathan."

  He closed his eyes and let his chin fall to his chest. He never expected her to go there, and until she said it in that soft voice of hers, he had no idea how much he needed it. He only knew he wanted her to call him Nathan for the rest of his life.

  He stepped in front of her and kissed her forehead. "Stay in the room. I'll go make you a quick breakfast. When the guys leave, I'll show you the house and get you settled."

  She nodded. He turned and walked out of the room. Away from her, where no one could see him, he smiled.

  Chapter Twelve

  "I can't go." Addison paced in the living room.

  Nathan stood beside the fireplace, putting on his tie. "You're going."

  Everything about the weekend and staying with him at his house until now left her feeling wonderful. She enjoyed their time spent together, the way he catered to her every need, and getting to know more about him. But going with him to a meeting at the Stewart building was out of the question.

  The likelihood of her father being there and recognizing her was slim. He'd never seen her before, at least not in a way where he could derive a conclusion, and figure out she was Carly Flint's daughter.

  But, she'd seen him. Many times. Anyone with half a brain could tell she looked exactly like her mother. Couple that with sounding like her mother and the mole on her left cheekbone, seeing him face to face scared her more than playing Russian roulette.

  "Nathan…really, I don't want to go. I know nothing about your business, and I don't want to distract you." She approached him. "It's a board meeting, not a dinner. I promise to go out with you the next time you have an informal meeting."

  "I want you there. Now grab your purse." He ripped out the loop under his chin and started again.

  "Here. Let me do that." She moved his hands away, and quickly tied his tie. "Please, I'll make up for not going next weekend."

  Somehow, she'd come up with some way to pay him back. She'd already convinced him, although reluctantly, to let her stay at her house during the week. In fact, to prove he'd compromise, he'd already taken most of her work clothes back to Vancouver for her.

  "If you told me the truth about why you wanted to stay home, I'd consider it." He peered down at her. "I said, consider. If you can't be honest with me, you're going. End of discussion."

  "But—"

  "No more." He leaned over, picked up her purse, and handed it to her. "It'll take an hour, and then I'll drive you back to your house."

  She sighed. There was no talking to him. He set the rules, and he expected her to obey them.

  "My car is still at the parking garage, probably littered with tickets," she muttered.

  "No, it's not. I had the Porsche delivered to your house Saturday morning." He walked away from her.

  She followed. "How did you do that?"

  He looked over his shoulder. "I know people."

  Oh, yeah. His friends. She chewed on the inside of her lip. How he managed to keep both his lives separate amazed her.

  Most of the time, she forgot he ran a corporate business and lived through what she could imagine was the worst childhood. He'd kept her so busy the last two days in bed. She hadn't even had time to think about what he'
d warned her about.

  The sex was definitely not abusive or even kinky. No spankings, no scarves, and although he bullied her around and she eventually decided it was better to keep her mouth shut, she couldn't say she didn't like how his attention made her feel. She gobbled every concern of his up as if she were starving for affection.

  She'd tried to explain how the relationship was new and that at some time she'd want to get her way. He only ended up smirking as if she was put into his life for his amusement only.

  Tonight wasn't funny though. Going with him could put her life in danger, her company in danger and in the same vein, her girls at risk. If her mom feared for her life when she was alive, what would stop her father from coming after her if he found out her mother was dead?

  Sulking, she sat in the BMW and stared out the window. His forcing her to go with him to the meeting felt like punishment. She'd done nothing wrong though.

  "Are you mad at me?" she asked.

  "No." He flipped on the radio. "Disappointed."

  She turned to him. Her stomach ached. "What did I do?"

  "You don't trust me." He shifted gears and turned onto Hamilton Street. "I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. You need time to learn I'm the one, perhaps the only one, who you can trust. There's no reason why you can't come with me. The meeting is private, but because I'm the one running the show, I want you there. It's a simple request that you should have no problem fulfilling."

  She blew out her breath. He knew nothing about her, but what she wanted him to see. Guilt made her stomach churn. She wrapped her arms around her middle and gazed out the window.

  "Fine," she muttered. "Don't tell me I didn't warn you if anything weird happens tonight."

  He reached across the seats and laid his hand on her thigh. "Now that I know what kind of business you run, it won't bother me to see other men recognize you. They will keep their distance, and since Quint Salles will be there, I want to make sure he understands you belong to me. I won't have other men taking what is mine."

  Her mouth opened and she stared at him. "You're jealous. That's why you're throwing attitude toward me? You realized that a lot of the men who use Car Dolls are the same men who you rub elbows with."