When I'm with You (Hope Town #3)

by Harper Sloan

  Her covers must have slid down at some point, tangling with her bare legs. My eyes trail up those legs and I almost choke on my tongue when I see what is on display for me. The shirt that she’s wearing twists around her stomach, and with the way she’s lying on her side, you can clearly see one very naked ass cheek.

  That’s all it takes for me to silently start pulling layers of clothes from my body. I bend, making quick work of my boots before placing them against the wall near her bedroom door. I unhook my belt, pull the button at my waist, and slowly drag my zipper down. Wisely, I leave my boxer briefs on because if I allowed my painful cock the freedom he wants, I would be inside her in record speed. My shirt comes next and after pulling my hair free of the band, like I know she loves, I close her bedroom door. The only sound breaking the silence comes from the soft snick of her lock.

  Nikki might have looked passed the hell out, but I’m not taking a chance that she comes to when I’m about to finally have my girl in my arms.

  The first step I take toward Ember’s sleeping form has me taking my swollen cock in my hand and squeezing through the cotton of my briefs as I look down at her. If she were to turn just a little, I would be able to see her pussy clearly and that thought alone makes a little spurt of pre-come leak from the tip of my cock.

  Fuck me.

  The second I lie down next to her, I’m going to be hanging by a very frayed thread. I know without a doubt that if she gives me what I need, by the time the sun is coming up in just a few hours, I’m going to be coming inside her body.

  With one last squeeze to my very confused cock, I place my knee on the mattress and move to climb into her bed. When my weight makes her roll slightly, she turns. The one leg that’s covering her up shifts and she moans. I still, waiting to see if she’s awake, but when her soft breathing continues, I move and lie down next to her. This close, her legs open slightly, I can smell her—all of her, but I ignore the cravings that scent brings and turn to the side before reaching over her and pulling her closer.

  The second her ass settles against my crotch, I jump. The soft flesh of her lush ass rubs once as she tries to get comfortable without waking. I should feel guilty about my next move—I should—but I don’t because she isn’t the only one who needed someone tonight.

  With our bodies pressed tightly, my front to her back, I spread my hand open against the smooth skin of her stomach, the tip of my pinky hitting the soft, short hairs on her mound. I shift until my nose is in the crook of her neck and I take a deep inhale, my cock pulsing again when her scent fills my senses. My hand travels up, moving under the bunched up shirt, and I rest my palm just under her full tit as her heart beats steady beneath.

  It took fifteen soft kisses to the silky skin on her exposed shoulder and neck before she started to moan. I counted. When I ran the tip of my tongue from the edge of her shoulder all the way up to the back of her ear, I felt her shiver in my arms. When I pressed my cotton-covered erection against her hot naked ass, she arched her back and rubbed herself against me with a deep groan of desire.

  But the second that I lightly bit her neck, she vaulted out of my arms and with lightning speed, had me on my back with her straddling my lap.

  “You came,” she pants.

  “Not yet, but if you keep rocking against my cock, I will.”

  “You never responded. I didn’t think you would come.” She continues to speak, ignoring my smartass response, but she also doesn’t stop grinding her core against me, the heat of her making me clench my jaw.

  “Ember, you need to stop.”

  “Nate, you need to start,” she stresses with a moan.

  It’s taking every bit of control I have not to flip her off me and show her who is in charge in here.

  “Em,” I moan, my head pressing against the pillow when she gives a hard jerk of her hips.

  “I need you,” she pleads.

  “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

  “Make me yours,” she whines.

  My heart thumps erratically. “Yours?”

  “God, yes,” she moans, rocking even faster.

  Reaching out blindly, I find the lamp next to her bed and click it on. Her flushed face and unfocused eyes don’t hide from me when the harsh brightness fills the room.

  I curl my abs and lean up, forcing her with our new position to stop her movements. She pants, her chest heaving, and I know she was just seconds away from coming.

  “Make you mine?”

  She nods.

  “You ready for that?”

  She nods again.

  “I take you, baby, and I’m never fucking letting go. You ready for that?”

  She nods, but I don’t miss the small hesitation. She wants this, us, but she still has some lingering fears.

  “That’s okay, my little firecracker, I’ll have fun making you believe that.”

  Her hands move from where they had been resting against her spread thighs and she places each of them on my chest, pushing me back down to explore my body. She twists each of my nipple rings and her pupils dilate.

  “I’m ready to be yours, if … if you’re ready to be mine.”

  I feel my chest rumble, having a hard time hearing over the roaring in my ears, but I’m sure whatever sound I’m making right now sounds more animal than man.

  “Yeah, Emberlyn Locke, I’m beyond fucking ready to be yours.”

  THE SLEEPY DRUNK FEELING WAS just starting to recede when Nate spoke the words I’ve longed to hear for such a long time. Words that I had given up on ever hearing. Words that, if I lived to be a hundred, I would never forget how I felt when I heard them, finally, for the first time.

  “Yeah, Emberlyn Locke, I’m beyond fucking ready to be yours.”

  His eyes drop to my mouth as I feel my lips spread into a wide, toothy smile. I watch in fascination as his green eyes seem to darken and the color on his cheeks gets just a little flushed when his attention comes back from my mouth. His expression, so open and easy to read, is void of the playful mask he usually wears.

  The realization that he’s been hiding his feelings, acting and trying to make everyone believe he is so unaffected by anything, hits me hard. How have I missed that? Probably because I’ve had my head up my ass licking my own wounded pride for the last couple of years.

  I push back the thought that I could have changed things a long time ago and focus on here and now. His stare still holds me captive, just as the hands gripping my hips roughly are, but I have a feeling deep down that what I see in his eyes is love, not lust.

  My thighs, still spread with his body between them, try to close when the enormity of the moment mixed with the adoration in his eyes hits me. All rational thought flies out the window and I know, I just know, if I don’t have him right now, I might just die from the need overtaking my body.

  “I want you so bad,” I mumble through the arousal rushing and flowing over every inch of my body, tingling up every nerve and swimming around inside me in overdrive. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” I continue, my words coming out in a pant as I rock my hips.

  “Ember,” he warns when I jerk my hips out of his unforgiving hold, giving us both the friction we’re in need of when my wet and swollen lips slide against his erection. “Stop,” he barks in a deep rumble, his neck straining as he takes my hips again between his hands.

  “Never.” I let my head roll back and start to pick up my movements, each thrust up getting the attention to my clit. The burn in my core starts to fire up my spine, wrapping around me as it climbs through my body, gearing up to explode.

  “Fuck!” he roars.

  Before I realize what’s happening, he’s flipping us. My head lands in my pillows, just a breath away from the headboard in the center of my bed. It takes me a second, still clinging to the climax that had been just seconds away from taking over, and I push my hair off my face with both hands. When I look down my body, I almost retreat when I see the feral expression on the man kneeling between my sprea
d legs.

  He takes huge body rocking gulps of air, his chest heaving with their power. His hair is a loose mess hanging free to dance at his shoulders, a few pieces falling into his face that he either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t care about.

  And his eyes are focused downward.

  If I didn’t believe he was fighting the same all-consuming feelings as I was, I would have thought that his downcast gaze was for another reason, but seeing those brilliant emerald eyes locked on my very exposed and wet sex, I know that I’m the reason he’s being slammed with a hungered need.

  The power I feel seeing his reaction to my excitement is a high I never want to live without. Something that I will wake up thinking about and fantasize every second we’re apart, trying to think of new ways to make him come alive like this. That uncontrollable, feverishly strong emotion he’s wearing can only be an aftereffect of our chemistry. Until it burns so bright that it’s exploding around us like a brilliantly beautiful display of fireworks.

  And with that thought, he makes a sound low in his throat, pushing forward in the next breath to cover my body with his as his mouth takes mine in a deep, bruising kiss. His underwear still keeping him from me completely, but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting against my body as if he were already inside me. Each time he slams against me, the headboard slaps against the wall and my eyes roll back in my head.

  It was foolish of me to think I would ever be able to control this man once I saw the fierceness burning in his scrutiny break free of his careful control. When I try to push my hands into his hair, he breaks our kiss with a hiss and narrows his eyes at me.

  “You’re not to touch me, Ember. Not at all. I’m so worked up right now because of you. I’m about to fucking come all over myself and the only place that’s going to feel my fucking come will be the inside of your pussy. Do not test me by putting those wicked little hands on my body until I can take my time to show you what it’s really like to take while giving.”

  “Please,” I rasp past my dry throat, needing that so desperately.

  “No, not please. From this point on, the only word I want to hear from your lips is my name. Moan, groan, scream out your pleasure, but you say no other word than my name. I want to hear you scream that, Ember,” he stresses with a hard thrust. “You don’t come until I tell you to,” he rumbles deep in his throat. I lose his eyes as he bends to trace my ear with the tip of his tongue before whispering against it. “And when you do, you had better do it loud enough to feel pain in your throat from the pleasure I’ll give your pussy.”

  “Take me,” I beg, trying to rock against him, but his weight on me restricts my movements.

  “Nate,” he grunts in my ear. “No more fucking words but my name. Know who is claiming you. Let the whole fucking world hear who is taking you and making you his.”

  He runs his hands up each of my arms, stretching them out until I can almost feel the edge of my mattress and his hands are curling around my fingers.

  “Hold on,” he commands with a wink.

  My shirt is instantly pushed up until he’s forced to stop because of the position he has put my arms in. I can tell he’s trying to figure out if making me move from my position is worth removing the shirt completely. Then he looks up into my eyes before jumping off the bed and walking over to the desk in the corner.

  He searches the top, looking through each pen-filled coffee mug, before pulling the drawers open. My eyes widen when I see him turn holding a pair of scissors. I open my mouth to protest, but at the hard look he shoots my way, I snap my jaw shut.

  He stalks back to the bed, but when I thought he would climb back on top of me, he just places the scissors on the bed and hooks a thumb under his underwear before pushing the tight black material down his powerful thighs. His cock springs free, his red, angry tip wet with his pre-come, and I lick my lips.

  One of his hands grabs the scissors and the other starts to stroke the hard flesh between his legs.

  “I want to see you wearing my marks, Ember. Your hips already have my handprint and just seeing that on you makes the animal you’ve awoken inside me fucking pleased. But it’s not enough. I need you to wear my marks.” He starts to mumble some more under his breath, but I can’t make out his words with my loud and harsh breathing echoing throughout the room. When he brings the scissors up and starts to cut my shirt up the center of my breasts, I cry out. Not in pain but in anticipated pleasure. He walks to the foot of the bed when he’s done and looks up my body before placing his hands down and slowly making his way back to me. “I’m going to eat you now. With my hands holding your legs captive at the back of your spread thighs, digging my fingers in each time you try to deny me what I’m going to take. My tongue will make you so crazy you might come, but you had better not. Not until I’ve marked enough of this perfect tan skin.”

  Then, true to his warning, his hands are pushing between my legs and the mattress as he lifts and pushes until he’s holding me to his mouth by the bruising grip he has on the back of my thighs. I can feel the wetness of our combined fluids running down the crack of my ass. My legs being pushed until I can feel the top of my thighs touching my belly as my toes touch the top of the headboard.

  If I could find a way to open my eyes, I might find it funny that I can look at my toes at this moment, but when he opens his mouth and closes his wide lips over my core with a hard suck, I’m pretty sure I died.

  I scream, pant, and almost black out as he moves his mouth against the slick wetness he’s causing. My fingers cramp up as I hold on to the mattress for dear life. The only thing keeping me from coming right now is the look in his eyes that I see when I finally open my own. He’s looking up my body with burning eyes. Eyes that are daring me to disobey his demand. For a brief second, I consider giving in to the need my body has to come, just to see what he will do, but when I open my mouth, his eyes narrow and his growls vibrate against my pussy. I almost lose my control, almost come against his mouth, and he knows it since his tongue is feeling the fluttering of my inner walls as I fight to hold on.

  And just when I think I can’t take anymore, he releases me with a pop. His tongue coming out to give one thick flat swipe before his hold on my thighs eases and my legs are tenderly placed on the bed once again.

  “You ready for me to make you mine?” he asks, his voice thick and deeper than normal.

  I nod, not willing to take the chance that he denies me if I speak.

  “Ember, I want you to answer me with words this time and only this time. Are you on birth control?”

  I have to clear my throat to get a sound out, the scream of my release just waiting in a giant lump. “Y-yeah. The pill.”

  “Thank fuck,” he rumbles, dropping down to one hand placed next to my head as he leans to press the tip of his nose against mine. I can feel him running the hot tip of his dick up and down between the lips of my sex, and I open my mouth with a silent gasp each time he presses it against my swollen clit. “You’ve been a good girl, keeping yourself from coming even though I know you were close a few times. You quivered against my tongue, and I thought I was going to have to stop to put my mark on your ass for not being able to hold yourself back.”

  I hum low in my throat, and his pupils widen as he mirrors my noise.

  “You like that?” he asks, and I nod. “Next time. You’ll get my hands on your ass before I let you put your lips on my cock.”

  Another sound comes from me, and I almost lift my hips off the mattress when his thick, blunt head pushes into my pussy just a breath before he swipes it back up to my clit.

  “Next time, I want your hands in my hair when I cover my chin with your wetness,” he muses and rubs the tip of his nose against mine while I feel him enter me again, this time almost an inch of him. My eyes widen and I gasp, earning a brief kiss from him when I’m able to keep my silence. “Hold on, Ember. I’m going to claim this pussy, and when you scream my name like a good girl, know that you’re giving me all of you when you ta
ke my come deep inside your body.”

  He lifts up and looks down our bodies. After lining himself up and pushing the tip of him inside me, he brings the hand that had been holding his cock up, resting it on my collarbone. His eyes watch his hand as he trails it down until he is cupping the underside of my breast, his palm on top of my heart.

  Then he looks up.

  His fingertips press and flex before he lifts his hand and puts one finger right above my heart. “All of you,” he vows and thrusts himself inside me in one rough push. His thickness makes me see stars as the pain of his size mixes and swirls into the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. He doesn’t move, allowing me the needed time to get used to him, all the while holding me captive with eyes that are almost glowing with intensity.

  When he pulls out, almost falling completely from my body, I mewl and whine, needing him back inside. The feeling is short-lived because, in the next breath, he is slamming back inside so hard that my bed slamming against the wall is louder than the scream that bursts from my throat. One side of his mouth tips up at my cry and then his lips are on mine as he continues to pound his cock inside my body. The bed protests with each and every thrust. He lifts up when another raw scream comes out of my mouth and cocks his head at me. I whine, not even ashamed of it, because the need to come has so much intensity driving its power that I know it won’t be long. My searching eyes plead with him.

  “My fucking name, Ember. Come on my cock and scream!” he bellows before lifting up and taking hold of my hips. While kneeling between my legs, he starts to fuck me even harder. So hard that I’m not even sure I can scream; the force of my climax raging through my body is too powerful. My eyes water, not from pain, but because of the feelings he is bringing forth.

  I want to declare that I’m his.