Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
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T IERNEY
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C lothespins.
My nipples clench like they know what’s going to happen. My clit is screaming to be touched, but only my mind has some vague idea that this is going to hurt like a—
“Motherfucker,” I quake when Nolan clamps my nipple with the clothespin. Tears spring up in my eyes. It’s excruciating. The biting hot pain sends me out of my mind. I reach up, desperate to remove it. I made a mistake. This is not for me.
“Remove them, and they go on your clit,” Nolan says lazily as he puts the clothespin around my other nipple and releases his hold.
I cave inward. Volts of electricity charge through me. I’m sure I’m going to pass out.
This is crazy.
“I...” I sway to get away from him. The pain is ridiculous. Outrageous. Catastrophic.
“It’s not that bad,” Nolan says, while I question every decision I ever made. “Those pins are old. The spring hardly coils tight enough to warrant even half this reaction, Ms. Vaughn.”
“What? Are you insane? Are you absolutely insane? Have you ever had your nipples—”
He swings a chair around, flips up my dress, and pulls me closer to him. My freshly spanked butt burns with renewed vigor. Then he spreads my legs.
Oh, my god. He’ll still be able to see the evidence of Colter’s touch on me. I’m so wet, I could...
“Fucking hell, you’re still dripping. Drown my face, sweetheart,” Nolan says and devours me.
I squirm awkwardly on the top of the washing machine. My body thrashes, my spine turns to jelly, and I can’t keep myself sitting up anymore. I fold but also try desperately to escape Nolan’s mouth, doing things to me I can’t explain.
Everything is exacerbated by the blood-suspending, furnace-hot pinch on my nipples. I can’t take it anymore. But he quickly thwarts my attempts to remove them.
“Uh-uh, pretty girl. Now you just changed the game. The quicker you make yourself come on my face, the quicker I’ll remove the clothespins.”
“What?” I whimper, knowing full well I heard and understood exactly what Nolan said.
He clasps his hands behind his back and keeps his face lowered.
“You heard me.”
Dear god.
“Nolan,” I wail, ready to just give in. “I thought you were the nice one,” I add, sobbing.
“I am. Now fuck my face, sweetheart.”
I close my eyes and scoot a little closer to Nolan. He does not meet me halfway. No, he doesn’t. He forces me to bring my pussy to his face, and then he wants me to grind myself hard enough on him to come so he can take these damn clothespins off me.
The pain takes an excruciating turn, and I don’t waste time. Using both my hands on his head, I fuck Nolan’s face, leaving my juices all over his sensual and firm mouth, his exquisitely masculine jaw, his cheeks, and his chin.
Dear god. I have no modesty, pride, or control left. I’m still so sensitive from Colter’s touch, and the makeshift clamps on my nipples don’t help either, but I chase this orgasm so hard, so furiously, I wonder if I’m going to pass out any minute.
When the rip-roaring climax finally happens, my body undulates, and I continue to shove myself against Nolan’s face, unable to stop myself until he takes pity on me and kisses every quivering part of my center.
“You’re all right,” he says, his voice husky, deeper than ever. He brings himself up, and I shudder anew at the size of his erection in his jeans.
I do the only thing I can and hold on to his enormous cock while he removes the clothespins from my nipples, then takes my tortured peaks into his mouth, his tongue massaging the blood into them.
When I’ve calmed down, he puts my dress back in place, kisses my forehead softly and sweetly, and scoops me off the washing machine.
“I need to find Jace... he needs to...” I fumble in my bag yet again and pull out the strangely shaped dildo.
Nolan chuckles when he sees what’s in my hand while running his hand through his hair.
“Inside,” he says, gesturing toward the ranch house at the same moment his cell rings.
“Thank you.” I hold my head up high to distract myself from the absolute mess between my thighs. I’m shocked I’m able to walk on my own two feet. Okay, just barely.
Jace is nowhere downstairs, so I’m forced to take the staircase up. Even though my body is a power source right now—I’m blazing hot—I can’t help but notice the intimate things that make it their home.
Their jackets and boots are in the mudroom. Unwashed coffee mugs in the sink, pizza boxes overflowing in the bin. I know for a fact that Nessie only comes in once a week, and they basically humor her since she’s so old already and can only do some light tidying up. I never realized how much I love this house. There’s something comfortable, homely about it. I even love the land.
I could live here...
My gaze passes over their living room. There’s Colter’s book. Nolan’s carving knife next to an unfinished carving of an eagle. His collection of baseball paraphernalia is on a shelf. Jace’s movies—all classic karate movies—line an entire wall.
I love I know this about them. No, I don’t, I immediately counter. Must be too many orgasms messing with me. Well, one more, and I can get out of their hair. For today, at least. I still have lots of hours left to work with in my allotted fifty.
“Jace,” I call, reaching the landing and poking my head into each room I pass. The scent of each of their rooms keeps my body sizzling just on the edge of more yearning. Yearning . I meant heat. Two totally different things.
I poke my head into yet another bedroom after I passed what could only be Colter’s rather messy room and Nolan’s obsessively clean one. But this one contains Jace. He’d already stepped from a shower, slipped into a pair of jeans, and fastened his belt. I catch him in the act of donning a white t-shirt over the magnificence of his spine.
“There you are,” I say with my hands on my hips.
“Looking for me, are you?” He drawls, his gaze roaming over me.
“I have a squirter toy thing with your name on it.” Not the best pickup line in the universe, but it’ll have to do. I pull out the stainless-steel dildo from my bag.