Nasty (Naughty #2)

by R. L. Kenderson

  “Well, why didn’t you just say so?” Nate went straight for his nightstand, yanked the drawer open, and reached for his pile of Magnums. He’d win a record for fastest condom opening because he was already covering himself with the latex.

  He looked up into Piper’s green eyes. “I hope you’re ready. Things are about to get real.”

  For as long as she lived, Piper was never going to forget the moment when Nate pushed himself inside her.

  There were no words to describe how it felt. How she felt.

  Piper had never had sex with a friend before. Of course, Jordan had been her friend as well as her husband, but he’d been her boyfriend first. They’d been together for quite a while before she actually thought of him as her friend.

  But Nate, he was just her friend. She trusted him completely.

  The second he’d told her that she was gorgeous, she had known she had picked the right person to go to bed with. It seemed silly that she’d ever tried to find anyone else.

  She looked up into Nate’s amazing blue eyes and loved seeing the want, the need, that he showed there. There was no awkwardness between them as they made eye contact, like she’d had with some previous lovers. She knew he’d take care of her.

  Nate pressed his cock inside her, slowly but steadily. She appreciated him giving her time to accommodate his size, but she also liked that he wasn’t backing off. He trusted her to tell him if he was going too fast.

  She would have thought it would be no problem with all the foreplay he’d given her, but he was bigger than Jordan had been. And the last time she’d had sex was over a year ago. And he was definitely bigger than her vibrator, so it was an adjustment to take all of Nate.

  He leaned down and kissed her as he pushed deeper. She should have known he was a great kisser. He did everything with such confidence and finesse. As if his body had been made to do whatever it was he was doing.

  From him lying on the couch to him working on her house, she could admit now that he was sexy. Everything he did was attractive. Even the time he’d gotten drunk and tripped over her rug. He’d landed on his back and laughed about it. It hadn’t even mattered that he’d fallen because he looked delicious lying there with his jeans riding low on his hips and his T-shirt bunched up, his stomach showing.

  And to know that, now, all that sexy maleness was over her and inside her ramped her up even more.

  He tasted faintly like toothpaste as he licked his way into her mouth. His tongue was hot, and she momentarily sucked on it the way she hoped to suck on his dick sometime soon.

  Nate groaned and slanted his mouth more over hers. She gripped his shoulders as he took complete control of their kiss. She was so into what he was doing with her mouth that she almost missed the fact that Nate had bottomed out and was beginning to thrust.

  It was when his cock rubbed against her G-spot that she forgot about the kiss and had to gasp for air. “Oh God, oh God. Please, please, please don’t stop,” she said right against his mouth.

  He briefly kissed her again and then pulled back. He arched his back over her, giving her a clear line of view to where their bodies met. She watched as his cock stretched her over and over again while he thrust in and out.

  She was mesmerized by the sight.

  His bronzed skin looked stunning next to her rather boring, pale complexion, and she touched him low on his abdomen, wanting to feel his slick skin.

  He slowed slightly, and she quickly looked up to his face.

  “No, don’t stop. I just want to touch you.”

  Nate grinned at her. “Go for it, baby.”

  He probably called everyone baby in bed, but it didn’t stop her from liking it.

  Turning back to his body, she traced her fingers just above his V and over his treasure trail up to his belly button. She spread her fingers across his six-pack and up over his pectoral muscles. Everything on Nate was hot, but the best part about seeing him naked was his arm full of tattoos. He didn’t have them anywhere else, and something about just that part of his body being covered in ink was sexy as fuck.

  She brushed her hands up both his arms and over his shoulders. When she reached his neck, she outlined his jawline with her thumbs. She looked him in the eyes again.

  “I want you to fuck me, Nate. Hard. No holding back. I want to still feel you inside me tomorrow.”

  “Fuck, Piper,” he said as he leaned back on his haunches and grabbed her hands from his face.

  He kissed one of her palms before he pushed both arms above her head and held them there with one hand. He slipped his other arm underneath her leg and pushed it toward her chest. And then he proceeded to do what she’d asked.

  He’d held up a steady pace the whole time, but now, there was no holding back.

  Nate ground his pelvis into hers and pushed even deeper now that her leg was up.

  Piper threw her head back and cried out. She was suddenly overwhelmed by the stimulation.

  Nate’s chest brushed against her hard nipples, and his groin hit her swollen clit every time he drove hard into her. And, inside her, that was where his big, beautiful cock rubbed against her G-spot.

  The sensations were almost overwhelming, and she wasn’t sure what was going to send her over the edge first.

  As Piper felt herself get closer to orgasm, an unusual fullness began to build up inside her. She had never felt it before, but something told her it was going to make her climax amazing.

  Because of this, she tried to make herself come. But, instead of building up, it began to back off. Piper tried to free her arms from under Nate, although what she would do with them she didn’t know. She didn’t really want to be free. She just wanted to get off.

  “Piper.”

  She continued to struggle.

  “Piper.”

  She relaxed her body and looked up at Nate. She realized he had stopped moving as well, although their bodies were still connected.

  “Hey, there you are.”

  Heat flooded her body. Something about Nate knowing that she had lost focus of their lovemaking was an incredible turn-on. She was surprised that he was in tune with her body, and she squeezed her vaginal muscles around him.

  Nate grunted and looked away for a second. “Don’t do that, or I’m going to come.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Liar.”

  She shrugged.

  “Are you ready to go again?”

  Squeeze.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” His face grew serious. “I want you to pay attention to me. To what I’m doing to you. To how I feel inside you.”

  She sucked in a breath. Even his words were hot.

  “You need to get out of your head. You’re not alone now. I’m here. And I’m going to take care of you.”

  It wasn’t a question, but she nodded anyway.

  Nate began thrusting again, and now, it felt like all the sensations she’d felt were amped up so much more.

  The fullness returned, and soon, everything she felt all converged in one area below.

  Piper could barely catch her breath as she hovered right on the edge.

  She looked up into Nate’s eyes, and it wasn’t her breasts or her G-spot or even her clitoris that made her come.

  It was knowing that Nate—her Nate—was inside her that sent her flying.

  Her body clamped down on him so hard, she felt her body pushing him out of her. A warmth hit her legs and coated her thighs, and she could actually feel her pussy pulsing over and over.

  “Holy fucking shit,” she vaguely heard Nate say. He sounded far away, as her hearing seemed to dim.

  As she started to come down, she became aware of how empty she felt.

  “Nate,” she cried out as she reached for him. She had no idea when he’d let go of her arms.

  He slipped back inside her, and she groaned.

  Nate wrapped his arms underneath her and held her close as he began to ride her. Even though she wasn’t going to come again, he still felt incredib
le. When she knew he was close, she held him tighter and marveled at the feeling of him jerking inside her.

  They lay together for a minute or two when Piper began to notice she was cold and wet between her legs.

  She patted Nate on the shoulder, and he moved up to his elbows to look down at her.

  “Are you okay?”

  A part of her panicked, but she told herself it was going to be okay. “I think the condom broke.”

  Nate’s face broke out into a grin, and he chuckled. He slipped from her body and rolled to her side.

  The condom was fully intact on Nate’s semi-hard penis.

  “You squirted,” he told her matter-of-factly, as if it were an everyday occurrence.

  Fred walked all around his house, looking for his human. His human had given Fred his yummy food this morning, but he’d forgotten Fred’s new water. Fred didn’t like old water, and he needed to find his human to fix it. Now.

  Fred had looked in the room where his human sat and the room where his human ate, but he couldn’t find him. Fred went up the stairs to look in the room where his human slept even though he’d already seen his human awake.

  Fred nudged open the door.

  “Hooman. Hooman. Hooooomannnnn,” Fred called out.

  There was a noise from the big cat bed.

  “Be quiet, Fred. Stop meowing.”

  Fred didn’t understand stupid human words, but he knew it was not his human talking.

  Fred jumped up onto the bed to see who had dared to lie in his human’s cat bed.

  There was a female human in his human’s cat bed. Fred had never seen a female human in his human’s cat bed before. Fred padded closer and realized it was his female human.

  His female human didn’t live with him and his male human, but she was his all the same. His female human was trying to go back to sleep, and Fred yawned. He had slept on the couch this morning and on his favorite sunny spot on the floor, but he could go for another nap.

  Fred circled the big, fluffy thing his human would lay his head on and curled around his female human’s head.

  Fred sniffed. She smelled like his human. She smelled like she was trying to make little humans. Fred liked this. He would have more humans to pet him.

  To let his female human know he gave her his permission, Fred licked her face.

  Piper had to admit that she liked it when she lay on Nate’s couch, and Fred would curl around her head and snuggle in. Especially in winter when it was cold out. But she wasn’t sure if she liked the licking. Although…she wondered if a cat tongue was a good exfoliator.

  He’d woken her up from the best sex dream she’d had in a long time. It had felt so real. She hoped she hadn’t been moaning in her sleep.

  Piper reached up to pet Fred as he purred, and her hand smacked something, which was odd because there wasn’t anything on the end of Nate’s couch, except air.

  She opened her eyes and looked around.

  Oh shit. She let her head drop back to the pillow and pushed out a gigantic sigh.

  It hadn’t been a dream. She and Nate had boned last night.

  She was bombarded with so many emotions that she rolled over, buried her face in the pillow, and laughed.

  She was still laughing when she lay on her back again.

  Holy shit. What was she supposed to do now?

  She looked around the room again just to make sure she was alone even though she knew she was. Nate must have shut the shades because the room was semi-dark, so it didn’t hurt to double-check.

  She put a hand out and felt the other side of the bed. Cold.

  Where’s Nate?

  “Where’s Nate?” Piper asked Fred.

  Meow.

  She pushed off the covers, and for the first time, she realized she was naked. As she stood up, she felt a pinch between her legs and a residual soreness.

  There was no doubt she’d done the nasty last night.

  Piper walked around to the other side of the bed to look for her clothes, but the floor was empty. She did a quick scan and found them folded on the dresser.

  She smiled. That was sweet of Nate to pick up her stuff.

  She put on last night’s underwear, bra, and dress and wished she had something more comfortable to wear home.

  After opening the bedroom blinds, she went into the master bath and used Nate’s toothpaste to brush her teeth and tongue with her fingers. She washed her face and used the toilet. When she exited the bathroom, she noticed a drawer slightly open with what looked like T-shirts inside.

  Deciding Nate wouldn’t mind, she slipped a plain white tee over her dress. At least she would look a little more modest when going home. Not that she planned to run into anyone, but now would be the time she’d get pulled over.

  She went downstairs and found her clutch. She finger-combed her hair and pulled it back in a ponytail, using a hair tie she’d kept in her small purse. Next, she pulled out her phone.

  There was a text from Nate.

  Nate: Come home when you get up. I told Luke I would meet him early. I’ll have coffee waiting.

  Piper looked at the time in the corner. It was after ten.

  Piper: I’m leaving now. Why didn’t you wake me?

  She slipped on her heels and stepped out the door. Just as she was locking it behind her, her phone beeped.

  Nate: You looked so peaceful sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake you.

  Several seconds passed, and then there was another text.

  Nate: Plus, I knew you’d had a hard night. ??

  Piper felt her face heat, and she ran for her car. She should have known that Nate wouldn’t beat around the sleeping-together bush. Meanwhile, she had no idea what to do when she saw him. She’d promised Nate that things wouldn’t change between them.

  But that was before he’d been inside her.

  As she unlocked her car and got behind the wheel, she suddenly remembered the last words he’d said to her last night. Piper had never squirted with a guy before. She’d done it a few times when she had some one-on-one time but never with anyone else.

  Her cheeks felt like they were on fire now.

  She’d been so embarrassed last night that, after Nate got up to get rid of the condom, she had contemplated leaving. Knowing she wouldn’t have enough time, she’d moved to one side of the bed and pulled up the covers to her nose. She had closed her eyes to pretend to sleep, but she had been so tired that she was halfway to dreamland by the time she heard Nate return.

  She ran through some options in her head on where she could go besides home. She looked down at her current outfit. The answer was nowhere.

  She groaned and started her car.

  Maybe Nate would be outside in the backyard when she got to her house.

  Almost twenty minutes later—because she had taken the longest route home while going the minimal speed—Piper realized she wasn’t going to be that lucky.

  Her garage door was closed, and of course, there was no way Nate wouldn’t hear when it opened.

  She could just park in the driveway and enter through the front door, but Piper saw that her neighbor was outside on her porch.

  Mrs. Grant was a sweet elderly lady who also happened to be a widow. She had tried to make friends with Piper after Jordan passed, but Mrs. Grant was in her eighties and had clearly come from a different generation than Piper. Being old-fashioned and a little sexist toward her own gender had made it hard for Piper to connect with the woman.

  She could only imagine what Mrs. Grant would say about her not coming home all night. It was better to run into Nate than her neighbor, and Piper reached up and hit the button on her car to open the door.

  Piper waved at Mrs. Grant and pulled into the garage. She quickly shut the door and got out of her car. Music came from the backyard, and Piper breathed a sigh of relief.

  Nate and Luke usually had the music loud, so they probably hadn’t heard her come home.

  She walked in the door and kicked her shoes off in the
mudroom. As she walked into the kitchen, she opened her clutch and grabbed her phone and money to empty it.

  “About time you got home.”

  Piper screamed and threw her stuff in the air.

  Nate stood, leaning against her counter, with an eyebrow in the air. His legs were crossed, and he looked as relaxed as ever. He took a sip of what she assumed was coffee and said, “My, aren’t we jumpy this morning?”

  Piper chuckled nervously and bent to retrieve her stuff. She set everything on the counter, and Nate handed her a mug.

  “You scared me,” she told him and took a long drink.

  Nate laughed.

  Piper heard the screen door open and close.

  “Hey, Hall, I don’t know what to do—” Luke stopped when he saw Piper. “Oh, hey, Squirt.”

  She frowned. “I’m not short.”

  Luke laughed, and Nate shot him a look.

  “Oh my God,” she said with realization.

  Nate had told Luke about last night.

  “Hey, don’t sweat it. Nate thought it was awesome,” Luke said. “Besides, I owe Nate. He called Elise FB for months.”

  “FB?”

  “Fuck Buddy,” Luke explained.

  Piper narrowed her eyes at Nate. “I cannot believe you told Luke.”

  Nate shrugged. “Sorry, he’s my person,” he said in a clearly teasing tone.

  Luke pointed his finger at Nate. “Don’t you ever say some girlie shit like that again.”

  Nate grinned.

  “And how dare you mention that sorry excuse for a ‘medical’”—Luke used air quotes and practically spit out the word medical—“show in my presence.” He turned and stomped back outside.

  “Jeez. What’s his problem?” Piper asked.

  Nate shrugged. “Luke hates Grey’s Anatomy and pretty much every other medical show. He can’t watch it without listing everything they do wrong.”

  “Luke watches Grey’s Anatomy?” she asked disbelievingly. Grey’s was more of a chick show.

  Nate laughed. “No. Elise watches it. Luke just bitches about it.”

  “That makes more sense.”

  Piper walked around Nate and filled up her coffee. “I’m going to go shower,” she said as she left the kitchen.