Finding Us

by Allie Juliette Mousseau

  “FINISH IT!” yelled Nate.

  Vega’s nose and mouth were bleeding, and he looked like he couldn’t take another hit without dying! He stretched his arm and tapped the mat.

  “YEAH!” we all screamed. Josh had won the event!

  Josh threw his arms out to the side and paid homage to his endearing fans as they screamed and chanted his name. Meanwhile, we all hugged and fist bumped as if it were our victory.

  After a short congratulatory winner’s party, we went our separate ways for the night; Sam hit the casinos, Caleb and Piper retired to their hotel room, and Josh went to his for some well-deserved rest. Nate and I had a resort room in the Bellagio and it was incredibly luxurious with a view of the famous fountains.

  “So where do you like it better, here in Vegas or back in Banff?” Nate had just come out of the shower. He had a towel around his waist and was combing out his wet hair.

  “You already know the answer.” I ran my hands over his damp skin as we stood by the picture window that reflected the neon lights of the strip. I began at his chest and trailed my fingertips around to his back and then began kissing the back of his shoulders. Vegas totally had its charms, but I was a country girl and he knew it.

  “I love that about you,” he said.

  “What’s that?” I circled him and was making my way back to his chest with kisses and flicks of my tongue.

  “Your sweet, hometown, country girl heart wrapped up in this hot little chameleon body.”

  “Chameleon?” I kissed down his chest and then got to my knees and licked his chiseled abs.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned and tilted his head back as I danced my tongue just above the fold of the towel. “What are you doing?”

  “Chapter 10,” I reminded him. I wedged my fingers into the folds of his towel and let it fall to the floor.

  “You can’t … I can’t let you …” his words stumbled with sheer pleasure as I took his beautiful hardness into my mouth.

  I worked my lips up over the shaft as low as I could go before it hurt my throat, slid back up and licked at the tip. In seconds, Nate was growling and winding his fingers through my hair to anchor me against him.

  “I love how rock solid I make you,” I mumbled around him.

  “Oh my God, Jules, I’m going to come too soon. Let me pull out of your mouth and do it in my hand.” I knew he was being gentlemanly. Although the idea of him letting go in my hand was a turn on, I had decided I was going to go all the way with this for him. I could already tell the sensation of my mouth must have been a hell of a lot different for him than when he’d used his hand in our previous play.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” I purred. “We’re both having too much fun. I want to watch you surrender while you’re in my mouth.” With that I bore down on him, sucking and sliding my tongue along his length in a way that had Nate moaning loudly as he lost his self control and thrust himself between my lips.

  He let go with force, and the taste of salt shot into the back of my throat, his shaft throbbing over my tongue.

  I smiled, knowing that this must have had the same effect on him as his mouth had on me. Now, this was the only way to research. I released him, and he pulled me to my feet.

  “I didn’t mean to go all the way with that,” he confessed.

  “I did,” I stated proudly. “I wanted to taste you. And fantasy has nothing on the reality.” I caught my breath. “I’m beat. Let’s go to bed.”

  “Oh, we’re going to go to bed,” Nate pronounced strongly.

  When I looked over to see if I could tell what he was thinking, I saw him grab the Natalia Morris book from his travel bag.

  “You brought it with you?” My voice went up an octave.

  “Oh yeah, I brought the book.” He tossed it to me and, as I caught it, he shoved me onto the bed. “Open it and start reading where the bookmark is.”

  “I can’t read it out loud!” I protested.

  “You wrote it!” he challenged.

  “So?”

  In a second, he stripped me of my silk pajama shorts, pressed me flat against the bed and shoved up my shirt. “Do it,” he ordered, taking my nipple into his sweet mouth.

  Oh here I go again. No person should have this much control over another, I thought weakly. Then I answered myself, Fuck it, give him all the control he wants!

  “‘Lia lay helpless under Neil’s concrete body. He pressed her into the jade green sheets, and the colors of the room spun in a tumbling kaleidoscope. He lavished over both of her breasts until she was mewling with pleasure. He knew she’d become putty in his hands as he slid a finger into her wet sex, and she begged him to penetrate her. To which Neil replied, ‘Only if you’re willing to—‘ “OH MY GOD! I can’t read this part to you!” I burst in embarrassment. These were my fantasies with Nate in black and white, and he knew it and loved it! But I had a shy streak that wasn’t ready to just disappear.

  “You’re going to be crying out, ‘Oh my God,’ but in complete ecstasy in less than ten minutes.” He opened his hands, and out from his palms dropped silk ties.

  “When did you … get those?” I asked in a small voice.

  “Oh I packed them before we left. I’d already gone ahead in the chapter and read the part where Neil ties Lia to the bed posts with the silk ties he only ever wears on business trips.” He dangled the ties over me with a sinful grin. “One red, one green, one blue and one black—the only ties I own, just like Neil.”

  My insides quivered as Nate lifted my right wrist above my head and tied it to the wood headboard; then he tied my left. My breathing had already become shallow as he lightly tickled his fingertips from my wrists, down both sides of my ribs, over the curves of my hips and down my legs to my ankles. He tied each ankle carefully.

  “Mmm … look at you.” His gaze scorched over my skin. Being exposed and left to his mercy was creating a volcano of immense heat that radiated through every nerve. He hadn’t even touched me yet sexually, and I felt like I was going to erupt.

  He moved toward the stereo system, grabbed the remote and started surfing through music on Pandora as he came and sat between my legs.

  “You’re killing me!” I complained.

  “I’m so glad.” He went past a couple more songs until he found SoMo’s “Ride.” “Now that’s perfect.”

  Nate used his hands to rub long circles down my legs and thighs, just barely missing my sex. He stroked under my ass and back down again. On the third pass I whined and tried to move just right so he’d graze over the one place he wasn’t caressing.

  “You’re so wet now. I bet it’s hotter than hell inside those pretty walls,” Nate growled.

  “Find out,” I pleaded.

  “I might. Right now though, your body is my playland” He straddled my belly. His beautiful dick was hard again, and I craved it frantically, like a junkie craved a hit. He leaned forward as if worshipping my body and kissed the low plane between my breasts as he wedged his hot hands under me and lifted my chest up. The position forced my tits out toward him and my nipples hardened and stood on end.

  “Good God, you’re gorgeous, Julia.” He trapped one of my begging peaks in his teeth, making me gasp.

  He nibbled just enough to be rough, then turned gentle again as he sucked my nipple into his mouth with his lips. The abrupt difference in sensations made me cry out. He did it again, and I tried rolling my hips in the desperate search for friction. There was none since he was sitting over my waist, pinning my lower half to the bed.

  Nate laughed thickly. “What are you looking for, you innocent little thing?”

  “You,” I huffed. “I want you so bad.”

  “You don’t know how bad I want you,” he breathed back and swiped my other neglected pink peak with his tongue.

  As he spoke he rubbed his balls over my belly. He needed the friction as badly as I did.

  “I’m burning up, Nathaniel. Please,” I whimpered.

  He brought his face up and touched his n
ose to mine. “I put that ring on your finger for a reason, and I intend to honor it.”

  “Let me just feel it a little?” I begged, peering at him through my lashes.

  He didn’t move his face from mine as he repositioned his body but kept his eyes glued to mine, waiting for and watching with hunger my every expression.

  “Just the tip,” he said.

  If I maneuvered my eyes between us I could see his hand safeguarding his length, dictating how much of him touched me, with his fist at the neck of his dick. He moved it slowly up and down the length of my slit. It felt so incredibly good I thought I might cry.

  “Get inside of me, Nate.” I panted. I couldn’t get enough air.

  “How about I circle it right here over your sweet clit?” As he said it he did and fired up another group of euphoric nerves.

  “Don’t stop.” I strained against the ties. I wanted to hold him right there and not let him move.

  “Oh. I’ll never stop, baby,” he said from low in his throat. “But …”

  “No but …” I was about to rocket off the earth.

  “I might need to pause.” He drew away.

  “NOOOOO!!!” I howled.

  “I need a drink.”

  HE STEPPED AWAY FROM THE BED! My mind was reeling where there was no law of gravity. “NATE!” He stood a couple feet away, downing a bottle of water, his immaculate body turned slightly away from me.

  “Are you thirsty, love?”

  I threw my head back in despair. “No, I’m not thirst—”

  Before I finished my thought his cold mouth was on my hot core and he was devouring me with his tongue, with his lips, with his gorgeous fucking face! Almost immediately my body rippled with an almighty shockwave that came over me like a tsunami. I tensed and stretched the silk bonds as I screamed Nate’s name.

  “You’re so fucking hot! I love watching you.” He made a husky sound as he changed his position quickly and sunk his finger into my hot center.

  “That’s not enough this time.” I begged, “I want you, all of you. NOW!”

  “Not yet, baby, it’ll happen soon enough.” He was struggling for oxygen and I knew his bulge must have been throbbing.

  “We’re engaged, that’s as good as married,” I argued.

  He shook his head no but wouldn’t look at me now.

  “Nate, just the tip. You can be inside of me and let me feel you, just hold it so you don’t go in too deep.” This was a huge compromise, because I wanted it all!

  “Okay,” he conceded and allowed his tip to penetrate my core.

  I could sense the more-to-come main feature from the preview, and my insides went wild.

  “A little more … please, baby?” I couldn’t take it!

  Nate moaned, but he kept a firm grip on the handle.

  “How long has it been?” I persuaded. “It’s been a long nineteen years for me. Years of waiting and holding out for you.” I could feel my muscles trying painfully to clamp down around him.

  “Jules … I don’t want to mess this up.”

  “How is taking me going to mess it up? I want to give myself to you, no one but you. I love you, I want you.” I could feel something new as he eased up a little and let more of himself inside of me. “You’ve done it right. I know you want me.” I groaned with his deeper possession. “I’m soft and hot inside here, waiting for you … show me what this feels like, Nate.”

  A guttural sound tore from his lungs as he gripped my hips, pressing his fingers deeply and roughly into my flesh, and thrust his full and perfect erection all the way into me, spearing me as his hipbones touched my thighs.

  White hot pain ripped through the pleasure, forcing me to cry out.

  Immediately Nate stopped. “I’m sorry!” My tough guy looked scared again.

  “No! Don’t be sorry, baby. It’s what I wanted. Guess we have to go through some pain to get to the unbridled pleasure.” I smiled. “Don’t stop, I want to feel all of you.”

  He looked at me with such love and devotion, I felt worshipped and beloved. Quickly he freed me from the ties and grinded into me with long smooth strokes as he continued to keep his eyes focused purely on me.

  “We’re one soul, Jules.” He pumped faster.

  “One soul,” I moaned deliriously. I could die like this.

  “You’re so perfect … I’m there, baby.” Nate thrust hard and I tilted my hips, loving the feel of him. I watched goose bumps chill his skin and felt the throb of him inside me as he came. Even that felt amazing!

  Nate fell to the bed beside me. He was so naked and so beautiful and looked like a bronzed god while he had just made me feel like a goddess.

  I giggled. “I wonder—even though you had me tied up—which one of us was really in control.”

  He smiled happily. “I’m wondering the same thing.”

  I guess it had all been perfectly mutual.

  “When can we do it again?” I asked impatiently.

  Nate laughed.

  Chapter 17

  “I Need You”

  Tim McGraw and Faith Hill

  I felt like we were part of the cast of Ocean’s Eleven as we stood in front of the Bellagio’s famous fountains. We were completely tearing up the Strip! Sin didn’t take Sunday off in Vegas, and Josh and Sam were trying to talk Nate and Caleb into ditching Piper and me to go to a strip club.

  “I don’t need to go to a strip club,” Caleb quipped. “I can get my own private showing whenever I want.”

  They both looked to Nate who snapped up my hand with the rock, brandishing it at them like a weapon. “See this, little boys, this is what men do when they fall in love. They put a ring on it”—I squealed as Nate lifted me up over his shoulder while the six of us sauntered down the busy Strip—“and play for keeps. You kids run along if you need to, I got all I’ll ever need right here.”

  Josh and Sam burst out laughing and made fake puking noises and motions. “Jesus, Jules, you’ve had the guy for what, a week? And he’s already whipped!” Sam exclaimed.

  “He is not whipped!” I protested. “He’s just that amazing, and I am just that good.”

  “Oh God! Please don’t talk like that!” Sam cried. “I’ll have to use a Brillo pad as a Q-tip to scour out my eardrums.”

  “Yeah! Kill the visuals, little sister, before I have to gouge my eyes out with a spoon,” Josh agreed.

  “You’re both pussies,” Caleb jeered. “You’ll see what happens when that one comes along and it feels like you’ve been fucking run over by a MAC truck.”

  “No way, man, it is never going to happen to me,” Sam crowed. “I will forever be the unapologetic bachelor.”

  “Yeah, dudes, I fight fires and MMA fighters and have to fight off numerous ladies every night—but only when I want to. I like it like that,” Josh announced.

  Caleb and Piper looked at each other and said at the same time, “Pussies.”

  Nate and I laughed.

  “You’re beholden to a woman when you get all locked up and monogamous,” Sam complained. “I love the thrill of the challenge each new woman represents—that’s all the love I need. And, trust me, I love them all just right.”

  “Oh God!” I groaned, and Caleb threw a fist into Sam’s shoulder.

  “It’s easy to explain,” Piper said. “You go through life doing your own thing and loving every minute of it, then you meet this one person and all of a sudden you can’t eat, you can’t sleep, you can’t think … of anything but this one person. And you realize it’s as if you’ve had a hole in your soul your entire life, but you never felt it until that person came walking in. Now, you’d do anything to be with them, and you know you couldn’t live without them.”

  Both Sam and Josh listened, stunned. Nate and I gazed up at each other. It was exactly like that. Caleb smiled, mesmerized by Piper, and took her hand.

  Sam and Josh looked at each other, and Sam blurted, “Naw! Don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m going to be the next Hugh Heffner.”


  Josh laughed and slapped him on the back as they continued on their merry way.

  For the next few hours, we had fun hanging out together, playing some slots and having lunch on the strip. But soon it was time to catch our flight home.

  When we landed in Williston it was pretty late. As we piled into the taxi home—me on Nate’s lap and Piper on Caleb’s, while Sam smashed between us and Josh took shotgun—I realized Nate and I hadn’t been apart since we’d gotten together. I also realized we had never discussed who was going to stay where.

  “Does anyone know if Mom and Dad are home or on the road?” I asked.

  “I talked to them before the fight. They’re home now but are leaving on Wednesday. Something about a cruise,” Josh said.

  “What’s the matter, little sis? Did you just remember you have a daddy?” Sam quipped.

  I reached over and whacked him on the back of the head. He just laughed.

  “Yeah, and I’ve already got the guest house for Piper so you’re out of luck there,” Caleb said.

  I thought of something. “Does anyone’s phone have a charge?” Mine had died hours ago.

  “Yep.” Piper lent me hers.

  I got online and started searching Google. “Shel Silverstein.” I spoke slowly as I typed.

  “Oh yeah, Shel! That guy was awesome,” Sam exclaimed like he knew the guy personally.

  “Really? Why?” I asked.

  “Are you kidding me?” Josh broke in.

  “Honestly, Jules,” Caleb jumped on the band wagon. “Little Miss English Lit, he was a writer and cartoonist for Playboy Magazine.”

  “How don’t you know that?” Sam shook his head.

  I handed Piper back her phone and slowly brought my eyes to Nate’s. He was quietly laughing. “You won,” I whispered in his ear.

  “I know,” he whispered back.

  The taxi dropped Nate and I off at his apartment, which was downtown on Fifth Street. After spending the night at the Bellagio, well, there was just no comparison. We tossed our stuff on the floor and I raided the freezer for something edible to microwave. Nothing had changed since I’d been here a year ago after Nate’s dad had busted him up and I’d nursed him back to health. He had the same worn, secondhand furniture: a couch, a couple of end stands with lamps, a large flat screen television (his only luxury in view), a small kitchen table with a few chairs and a small bookshelf. In the bedroom were the bare necessities. He was hardly ever here anyway.