10. Carter #2
Nate wasn’t concerned. “I would imagine he read it on the NDA.”
I chuckled politely, but it was a scary reminder of who we were. He was a famous winger, even if he was retired, and NDAs were his everyday occurrence.
Footsteps approached us lightly from somewhere behind me, and a middle-aged woman with black hair and dark eyes paused by our table.
“Good evening, Mr. Partridge,” she said.
“Would you like to order?” She scanned the table and lifted the decanter.
She had a timeless beauty to her that made me want to watch everything she did.
As I gazed up at her, I didn’t notice Nate’s expression until he spoke. “Ana? God, how are you?”
The woman visibly lit up. “Very well, sir, thank you for asking.”
I looked at Nate with a curious frown on my face, but he went on. “How’s Suzie? Has she made it into Everett Hills?” He lost me there. I had no idea what was going on.
Ana smiled broadly as she finished pouring wine. “Made it and graduated from it, sir.”
Nate blew out a breath of air. “Time flies. I bet you’re a proud mom.”
Judging by the way she beamed, that was a safe bet to make. She thanked Nate again and then wrote down our orders. We each picked very light starters and easy main courses. Eating wasn’t high on the list of things I wanted to do.
Ana went away with the orders, and I stared at Nate. “You know each other?” Why would he bring me to a place where he personally knew someone? Was he coming out?
Nate simply shrugged. “I’ve been here before, oh, four or five years ago. I didn’t expect to see a familiar face.”
He didn’t know it then, but that was the moment when I pulled my heart out of my chest, put it in a nice little box, and gave it to him for good. “You remember a server from four years ago,” I whispered. And the server’s daughter and the name of some school I had never heard of.
Nate looked bewildered that I would even talk about it.
“Does being recognized worry you?” I asked gently, just to make sure.
Nate sucked his teeth and shook his head. “It’s alright. This is a discreet establishment. Why else do you think they rent out the entire house to just one couple? Many more popular people have stayed here, I’m sure. Not that anyone here would tell me if that’s true.”
“I’m going to go on a limb and say you had a date here,” I teased him.
Nate flushed and waved his hands nervously, explaining how it should have been a date, but the guy was a no-show, probably scared off by the fact that this wasn’t some back-alley hostel but a fine inn. “That’s how I met Ana. I was a loser who got stood up.”
I moaned with sympathy. “Oh, poor baby.” It made him laugh.
Our starters arrived. Feta cheese baked in crusty dough and drenched in honey was the greatest thing that had ever come from an oven. After that, we each had a very good salad, followed by a chocolate cake that was nearly as good as orgasms.
We devoured everything on the table while I questioned Nate about his dating life.
It was pretty much what I had already guessed.
His dates had been few and far between, always discreet, never serious, and never, ever in public.
He spoke about never hoping to have something real, but his eyes dazzled like he believed he had it now.
I wanted it to be true. This was the realest thing I had ever had, too, but my experience was limited. It was similar to what he told me, aside from the need to keep it all hidden.
Nate leaned over abruptly, cupped my chin, and dragged his thumb over the corner of my lips. He pulled his hand back and licked his thumb playfully, shooting me a naughty look as if he were eighteen years old and about to raise some hell. “Chocolate,” he said with a pleased smile.
A fire roared in me. I fought hard not to wheeze. When I managed to inhale, I whispered, “If you don’t take me upstairs right now, I’ll break something.”
Nate pushed his chair back promptly and stood. I followed his lead, happy to play chicken with him if that was what he wanted. I had my eye on the prize, but I wasn’t sure if he’d finally give in. I needed him more than I needed air in my lungs or that chocolate cake in my mouth.
We slowly went upstairs, where the entire floor was converted into a suite.
A sitting room had a door that led into the spacious bedroom.
As we entered it, more candles were burning, giving the room its cozy feel.
Rose petals were scattered all over the bed, and the see-through white silk canopy had more rose petals sprinkled over it.
I lost my breath when we entered. The bed was straight in front. To my right was another door leading to the bathroom, and to my left was a fancy vintage dresser with many candles of various colors and a large mirror hanging above it.
“Do you like it?” Nate asked.
I turned on my heels to face him, slid my arms around his torso, and rose on my toes to kiss his lips. “I love it,” I whispered after the kiss. “It’s like you’re reading my mind.”
Nate’s hands rested on my lower back, our bodies pressing together. “You haven’t exactly been subtle.”
I laughed. “What changed your mind?” I gazed at him as if I would never get to see him again and wanted to absorb every detail of his face.
His short hair showed signs of thick curls, and beautiful lines spread subtly from the outer corners of his eyes.
I looked at his perfect teeth and his full, sexy lips.
“Nothing,” he said. “I wanted this as much as you, baby.” That word made me his as much as I could be. “I just wanted us to get to know each other better.”
“You mean you wanted to make sure I’d still like you after a month.” I didn’t need him to confirm that, so I didn’t let him. Instead, I kissed him again, thrusting my tongue into his mouth shamelessly and exploring its warmth.
Nate kissed me back just as hotly, shutting the bedroom door with one hand while lowering the other to my ass. The chocolate lick had turned me on already, but the proximity and pressure made me wild with lust.
We stumbled across the room, groping for each other’s clothes until I tripped over the edge of the bed and fell flat on the soft mattress.
Nate laughed, undoing the buttons of his shirt and revealing his beautiful body. When he shrugged his shirt off, I took a moment to admire those big, round shoulders. I never got used to the way my heart leaped at seeing him undress.
I put my fingers to good use, too, ridding myself of my shirt and starting the work on my pants.
These weeks we had spent together had been the most magical time of my life.
I was doing the things I loved, and I had the undivided attention of the man I had coveted for years.
He made me his. He cared for me. And he opened up to me.
I knew he’d stalled with this because he wanted me to know what life had been like for him.
I knew how scared he was of coming out both to the public and to his family.
I knew that hiding it from them made him feel like a liar, but I didn’t think so harshly of him at all.
And now that he knew how little his past mattered to me and how much I saw him for who he was, he wasn’t holding back.
Nate bent down and grabbed my pants, pulling them all the way down my legs while I hurried to kick my shoes off. When all I had left on me was a pair of black briefs with red hearts printed all over them, Nate knelt on the bed between my legs.
“You sexy thing,” he purred as I wrapped my legs around his waist. My bare, smooth thighs met his naked torso, and pure fire roared to life between us.
He kissed my lips while swinging his hips back and forth, his cock trapped inside his pants but hard enough to let me feel it against my crotch.
His lips dragged down from mine, crossing my chin and trailing my throat, then covering all of my torso from my collarbones to my belly button.
When he reached the waistband of my briefs, I was shaking with lust and anticipation.
Nate’s fingers hooked under the waistband of my briefs on the small of my back, and he gently pulled my underwear down. As he pulled them over my ankles, I spread my legs for him and waited for the gasp.
“Oh, you naughty boy,” he purred, his chest rising as he inhaled.
Nate bit his lip hard as his right hand traveled between my cheeks, his fingers touching the flat end of my plug and applying a bit of pressure that made my toes curl.
“You’ve had this all night, you dirty little…” He moaned as he pressed the plug harder and watched my eyes roll back.
I grabbed his wrist before he could pull his hand away. “Keep doing that.”
He rubbed it slowly but not gently, each thrust of his hand making me wince and gasp. My dick was so hard that it ached when it throbbed, and my hole was tight around the plug that Nate was pulling and pressing in turns.
My eyes shut, and I grabbed the comforter under me, closing my fists around its soft fabric. Another moan broke out of me, and I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. “This feels so fucking good,” I hissed as he toyed with my plug. “But I want you in there.”
Nate took the plug firmly and tugged it as if to test me. I was tight after having it in all night, and the plug was wide where it was inside of me. It took Nate a few gentle pulls before I dared to relax enough to give it a chance.
My arms shot from the back, and I grabbed his shoulders, forcing my hole to loosen and feeling the ball-shaped lower side of the plug drag out of me. I cried out with pleasure and pain, the former being much more dominant.
Nate dropped the plug aside on the bed and pressed his soothing fingers against my bruised hole, rubbing gently while bringing his face close to mine.
He kissed the quiet whimpers off my lips while massaging me.
The lube I’d used for the toy left me slick for his finger, and it entered me so smoothly that I moaned into my lover’s mouth.