9. Nate
It’d been a long day. My nerves were shot, my muscles exhausted, and my grumpiness was off the charts. There’d been a surprise reveal in my current case. One the client hadn’t thought to mention, despite my constant declarations I could take care of most anything, as long as I was aware of it in advance.
That was what I did. I fixed things. Made problems go away. Don’t get me wrong, I was a big fan of justice, but I spun truths if need be. A lot of the time it simply involved finding other laws and probable causes. You didn’t get to the top by only taking on the most upstanding, deserving businesses, but I did my best to weed out the worst of them. What I hated more than anything was to be caught in court with my pants down.
The others in the room should be so lucky…
I scrubbed a hand over my face. Making jokes to myself as a poor attempt to rid myself of the irritation coursing through me just seemed sad. I wasn’t like Jameson or Ben, who picked up the phone and called a meeting of the minds, which now frequently involved Kat.
I was the one my family and friends called for help or simply to chat, and I’d always been fine with that. In fact, that was where I thrived. Solutions. Advice. Listening and providing feedback.
Until a certain blonde sat next to me on my piano bench, a spot I usually insisted on occupying alone.
Hell, even before that, I’d briefly mentioned my dad. A subject I frequently avoided, as it caused too much anger over what my uncles had done and evoked the pang of grief I pretended to be over for my mom and my sister’s sake. The two of them took his passing harder, yet forgave quicker, something I struggled to believe.
When it came to fooling me once, I was bitter enough. There’d no be letting it happen again.
Each case I took on brought me closer to my goal, and if we did get our day in court—which was also a misnomer, as most cases dragged on and on—I’d head to my father’s former firm. Then they’d fully realize the epic mistake they made.
“I’m just going to have to come up with a whole new strategy. No big deal.” It’d be worth it when articles were written on how badly they’d fucked up a case that was supposed to be cut-and-dried.
But damn, did I ever need to release all my pent-up frustration. Preferably with a curvy blonde who had the voice of an angel.
No, more like a siren, and I’d gladly sail directly into the rocks and crash to bits if it meant I could be near her when I shattered in every possible meaning of the word.
As though I’d summoned an erotic moan with my thoughts, one drifted through the air, and my dick immediately took notice. Not again.
The other night, I’d heard the same noise, along with the light buzz that undoubtedly belonged to one of her many sex toys. Once I realized her window was open, and I was literally listening to her masturbate, I forced myself to go inside.
Well, after listening for a moment or two, and it seemed like she was struggling to get there. Not my business, so I’d stripped off my clothes and taken a shower. A nice, steamy one where I replayed the sexy whimpers I’d overheard while closing my eyes and imagining burying myself between Willa’s creamy thighs.
Cool night air drifted through my open patio door and, instead of closing it, I stepped outside onto the back balcony.
Distinctly sexual noises came from directly beneath me.
Did she not realize people could hear her? Did she think the buzzing would cover it and that people would chock up the noise to something else?
Or did she not care? My cock twitched, swelling more by the second.
As if they had a mind of their own, my feet catapulted me toward the edge of the balcony. Leaving me no choice but to peek over the rail to Willa’s bedroom window. Filmy white curtains drifted in and out with the breeze, uninhibited by a screen I’d meant to replace but never got to it.
More buzzing; another tawdry whimper.
My choices were to go inside and use my imagination—again—or stand out here in the fresh air, with the sound of Willa’s actual moans to spur me on.
I’d never claimed to be a saint, and I proved how very wicked I was by undoing the button of my pants and shoving my hand inside.
After a couple of strokes, my slacks could no longer contain my erection, so I went ahead and undid the zipper. Luckily it was dark, no people visible on the street this late at night, but I kept my crotch aligned with the railing to prevent a possible mishap.
The eroticism of touching myself while Willa was below me, doing the same, cranked the depravity to the next level. If I didn’t slow down, I’d also cum in my pants in record time, like some teenager who’d wandered onto the internet to see a naked woman for the first time.
“Ugh, dammit.” Willa’s words floated up to me, along with the edge of her frustration. “Why, why, why?”
If she couldn’t get there, that’d hinder the fun. I recalled that first day we met, and how she mentioned something about having trouble when I’d seen all her toys.
When I put that together with what she’d told me about her ex-husband—yeah, I was going with the ex, regardless of the technicality. That asshole lost his right to her the instant he touched another woman.
I could get her there if she’d let me, no doubt about it. I felt obligated to at least offer. No strings, and no pressure to reciprocate. After all, it was the neighborly thing to do.
It’d been hot enough to know she was touching herself, but hearing her and watching her come after what sounded like way too many sessions going without fortified my resolve.
Patience had never been my strong suit. I’d stuck a couple of rubbers in my wallet not too long ago, so rather than go all the way through my place, I started down the steps of the fire escape. I made sure to be as noisy as possible about it, jumping heavily onto her smaller balcony and then raising my voice to announce my presence. Then I knocked on the frame of the window. “Willa?”
My entire body vibrated as I awaited her reply. Just when I thought she wasn’t going to answer, she said, “Nate?”
“Yeah, it’s me. I was out on my balcony and heard you…were home,” I quickly amended, not wanting to embarrass her. But then, I figured I might as well just be honest. “On the day we met, you did mention you were having some trouble. Unselfish guy that I am, I came to offer my help.”
“One second.” The rustling of sheets had me growing hard a second time, my erection complaining about the zipper being in the way again, and then Willa appeared at the window. Her blond waves were mussed, her face flushed and clear of makeup.
She pulled the curtains against herself, presumably to cover the fact she only had on a purple satin and black lace nightie. If so, the sheer drapes failed in the best possible way. She looked so fucking gorgeous and sexed-up that a groan slipped out.
“You do realize those curtains are more see-through when pulled against you,” I said, barely refraining from charging inside and having my wicked way with her. Want shone clear on her features as she raked her gaze over me, but I was afraid she’d talk herself out of giving into it. As was her right, so I wouldn’t allow myself to step inside unless she made that choice. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“What? Are you a vampire?”
“No, but I did come here to do some serious sucking. You can choose where, though. Would you like me to start with your neck, those incredible tits, or that sweet little spot between your thighs?”
A shaky exhale spilled from her mouth as it fell open. Pink bloomed in her cheeks and traveled down her body, affecting each part I’d listed.
Well, that last one I couldn’t see for myself yet, but it was only a matter of time before I got visual confirmation. Willa’s pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, and lust deluged my system, pushing me so far beneath the surface I was lost to it.
Then she slowly dropped the gauzy curtain, giving me an uninhibited view of her body, along with her unabashed interest in my offer. She twisted her finger in the teeny tiny strap of her V-neck top, the move confirming she didn’t have on a bra, and lifting the hem enough to give me a glimpse of skin I’d only dreamed about seeing before. “Guess you’d better come on in.”
For all my talk of being fully in control, I sure complied in record speed.
Maybe it was climbing through her bedroom window and maybe it was the woman. But once again, I experienced the sort of excitement of my horny teenage self, about to get laid for the first time.
Willa padded backward toward the bed, crooking her finger as she neared the foot of it. No maybe about it. It was definitely the woman.
As soon as I was fully inside, the windows still fluttering in the breeze behind me, she rubbed at the side of her neck. The move squished her breasts together, drawing my attention to the abundance of cleavage. “You heard me? Like, how much?”
“The moaning.” I took a step toward her. “The whimpering.” Another step. “The frustration.” I caught her chin between my thumb and forefinger and dipped my head, leaving my mouth hovering an inch or so over hers. “The need for me to come in and give you the release you deserve.”
Her lips parted, her bated breath wafting across my jaw.
“I heard you the other night as well. Either you require a lesson in our building’s acoustics or you’re a master seductress.”
She blinked. “I knew the acoustics were good for singing. I just never thought…” That adorable blush spread across the bridge of her nose again, from cheek to cheek. “You should’ve said something.”
“And miss hearing the nightly show? No way.” I dragged my knuckles down the center of her throat, between her breasts, all the way down her stomach until I felt the waistband of her panties beneath the silky fabric. Her whimper echoed through the room, far more satisfying than when I’d had to strain my ears to hear it well. “Although, as I said, it’s missing an ending, and that just won’t do. I made you a promise the other night. Ready for your demonstration, Ms. Trainor?”
Straight white teeth sank into her bottom lip, and if it weren’t for the crinkle between her brows, I’d declare it game on. “There’s just one thing…”
I flattened my palm to the front of her, placing the tip of my finger dangerously low. One more inch and we’d both be in heaven. “Tell me.”
“I’m starting to think I might need an emotional attachment to get off.” Her hips jerked, as though that needy nub couldn’t help seeking out my touch. “So, if it doesn’t happen, I don’t want you to take it personally.”
“That’s bullshit,” I said, annoyed she’d obviously been neglected for so long. “You need someone who knows what they’re doing.”
A smile curved her lips. “And let me guess.” She trailed her fingers down the line of buttons on my shirt, a hint of the vixen I’d met the other night returning. “You’re that guy.”
“Hell yeah, I am. I’ll also take it very personally if I don’t get you there.” Using my free hand, I cupped the back of her neck and yanked her face to mine. The kiss was urgent and brutal, the pent-up feelings that’d been my constant companion since the middle of last week rushing forward at once. “Only douchebags cared about their own satisfaction, but me, I’ll do whatever it takes. Even if it means we spend the next twelve hours in this bed of yours.”
She followed my glance, peering over her shoulder at her crumpled, tangled sheets before returning her gaze to mine. “I’m sure, as a lawyer, you’ve gotten very good at winning debates…”
“I’m not good; I’m the best. However, the last thing I’d do is coerce anyone into sleeping with me. If you’re not ready, then that’ll be that.” I lifted off my hand to show how serious I was about that, but she snagged hold of it and drew it against her chest.
“Actually, you’re making a lot of good points. Ones I’ve told myself several times since the other night. Which is why”—she kissed the back of my hand and then returned it to the side of her neck—“I’m gonna go ahead and let us both win this one.”
I curled my fingers around her neck, digging them into her flesh in a deliberate show of domination. From here out, she was my sex doll, my plaything, and all mine to enact pleasure upon. “I hope that the rest of our neighbors are ready for this as well. Because people three streets over are going to hear you scream out in pleasure when you finally come.”