Chapter 25 – cat
CAT
Hours later, we’ve completely destroyed the Thanksgiving dinner. I’m still surprised we managed to eat the entire massive spread in one sitting. Apparently, when you have five tall men obsessed with working out, they basically act as garbage disposals.
Nate and I stand by the elevator, saying goodbye to the guests.
“It was great meeting you, Cat,” Luke says, shaking my hand. “Happy Friendsgiving.”
“I put a few extra slices of pie in Nate’s fridge,” Beau adds. “If they’re not gone by tomorrow, then I have to warn you that Luke or Ryan might steal them.”
Before I can answer, a pair of strong arms wraps around me, and suddenly my feet are off the floor. Ryan’s got me wrapped in an enormous bear hug. “I know you’re besties with my evil stepsister, but I forgive you,” he says, squeezing me tight.
I giggle as he puts me down. When I see Nate staring daggers at Ryan, I laugh even harder.
“No need to be jealous, Nate,” Ryan says. “I’ve got plenty of hugs for you, too.”
“Not interested,” Nate says flatly. “You can go.”
The four of them all pile into the elevator, which looks far too small to hold them all.
The second the door closes, Nate’s on me, kissing me like he’ll die if he stops. Our lips and tongues move against each other hungrily. We’re already primed from the hours we spent sitting next to each other, waiting for this moment.
I wanted him so much, and I finally get to have him.
We’re both breathless when he finally pulls away.
“You were incredible tonight,” he purrs. He gathers my hair at the back of my head, then winds it around his fist. “I know my friends ambushed us, but you did more than hold your own. You’ve made them obsessed with you.”
His praise sends a wave of calm through me. I love knowing he’s proud of how I handled his friends.
“I liked your friends, too. Even Ryan, but don’t tell Pippa I said that.”
He scowls. “I’m glad you liked them, but I’m done thinking about anyone else for the rest of the fucking night. I’ve been waiting to have you all to myself.”
“Me too,” I murmur before I kiss him again. Our bodies mold together, my curves pressing against his hard muscles.
I’m done worrying about my future with Nate. If we have to end things in a few months or even a few days, I refuse to spend the time until then anticipating the pain. I deserve to enjoy how cherished and desired he makes me feel.
All too soon, Nate tears his lips from mine. I try to chase them, because I’m not done kissing him. It’s only been a few days since he had me in his office, but every minute was torture. I crave his kisses like I crave my next breath.
“Soon, Kitten,” he says. “I have to get everything cleaned up first.”
Nodding, I head to the table and start stacking plates. Nate places a hand on my shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Helping you clean up.”
“No, you’re not.” He pulls the plates out of my hands. “I want you to sit down and relax. Have a glass of wine. Let me take care of everything.”
“But—”
“I’m supposed to be giving you a night of relaxation. So sit down and let me spoil you before I tie you to the chair,” he says playfully.
I bite my lip. It goes against all my instincts to just sit and watch when I could be helping, but maybe Nate’s onto something. Every time he’s offered to take care of things for me, it’s left me feeling precious and cared for. Maybe I should just sit back and let him.
“Fine,” I say, grabbing my half-full glass of wine.
I take a seat at the table and watch while Nate blows out the candles and brings the dishes over to the sink.
And I…hate it. I hate just sitting around when I could be useful.
It’s one thing to have Nate praising me and kissing me and making me feel all melty.
But being spoiled by being lazy isn’t quite my thing.
Well, Nate can clean off the table. That doesn’t mean I have to just sit here.
Standing, I undo the first few buttons. When Nate turns around to get the glasses, his eyes widen with surprise.
“What are you doing, Kitten?” he asks, his voice tight.
“Getting ready.” I undo one button after another until my cardigan falls open.
I slide it off my shoulders, dropping it on the ground.
Nate’s eyes are fixed on my bared skin, and my breasts feel hot and heavy under his gaze.
I take my bra off next so he can see my peaked nipples.
I’m gratified to see his cock hardening under his trousers.
“Damn, Kitten,” he breathes, frozen in place. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
My skin heats at his words and I raise my brows in challenge. “Don’t you have more cleaning to do?”
Nate takes a shuddering breath. He reaches for the glasses, and I make a show of sliding my hands down my stomach toward the edge of my jeans. His hand spasms in midair, like he can barely resist reaching for me instead.
He does resist, though, hurriedly taking everything he can reach to the kitchen. He’s keeping his mind on his work, but I’m wondering if I can make him quit altogether.
I undo the button and zipper on my jeans and slide them down along with my underwear. Stepping out of them, I run my hands over my hips. It feels amazing, with my skin so sensitized by the cool air and my awareness of Nate.
“Fuck,” he mutters as I play with my breasts, gently squeezing the sensitive flesh and grazing the tips of my fingers over my nipples. His gaze darkens, fixated on my hands until he abandons the dishes with a clatter.
When I reach between my legs, it feels so good that I can’t stop my moan.
And the sound of it is all it takes for Nate’s iron composure to finally break.
With a sweep of his arm, he sends half the flowers and plates on the table crashing to the floor. I cringe at the sound of shattering glass. Before I can stop him, he shoves the rest of it off until the table’s empty. He turns to me with fire in his gray eyes.
“I’m done waiting,” he says before he hauls my body against his. Our mouths crash into each other in a storm of tongues and teeth, consuming each other. He grabs me by the waist and lifts me, laying me down on top of the table. He quickly strips off his clothes and climbs on top of me.
“You make me crazy, Kitten,” he says, and steals my breath when he kisses me again.
His hands move hungrily over my body, sliding over my sides and kneading my breasts.
It’s like there’s not a single inch of me he wants to leave untouched.
All his careful control is gone now, leaving passion in its wake.
I can’t believe I’m the one to make him like this. That putting on a show undressing for him made the unflappable Nate Walsh this feral. It makes me feel powerful and desirable, in a way I never have before.
My fingers move eagerly over the muscles on his back and arms, tracing every groove.
He feels so solid and strong, a body built through hours spent at the gym.
Nate doesn’t do anything halfway—he’s devoted to working just as hard on his body as at his job.
As much as I love the way his body feels, I’d be just as attracted to him if he spent a few of those gym days on the couch.
Or hell, I’ll volunteer to step in as a human dumbbell. He can lift me as much as he wants.
When I tear my mouth from Nate’s to take a ragged breath, he kisses the side of my face and down my neck and collarbone before moving even further down. He wraps his lips around my nipple, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. “I can’t get enough of you,” he mutters. “I don’t think I ever will.”
His praise makes me shiver just as much as his touch. I wrap my legs around his waist, lining up my seeping pussy with his cock. I grind myself against his length, moaning at the delicious friction.
“You’re making me so hard, soaking my cock like that,” Nate croons. “I love how wet you get for me.”
I know I need to get warmed up if I’m going to take Nate’s cock, but his praise makes me impatient. I want him inside me, filling me, now. I reach between us to angle his cock toward my entrance, but he stops me with a shake of his head.
“Not yet.”
He flips me over so I’m the one on top of him, and he stares up at me with hooded eyes.
“Be a good girl and climb up on my face, Kitten. I want to feast on you.”
My face heats. I’ve never done that before—nobody’s ever offered, and I’ve never asked.
Plus, Nate makes me so much wetter than anyone else has.
What if it’s too much? I don’t know what I’d do if I actually did sit on his face, and he asked me to get off because I was too wet or too heavy but I force the insecurities aside.
Nate wouldn’t ask me if he didn’t really want me to, and he’s never done anything to make me feel bad about myself.
I settle my thighs around his shoulders, careful not to put too much weight on him. I don’t want to crush him.
But Nate grabs my hips and pulls my body down so I’m fully seated on his face. He moans against me as his tongue laps at my clit. He devours my pussy like a starving man, his nose and chin flush against my folds.
Any self-consciousness I felt evaporates as he feasts on me.
He moans unashamedly, letting me know exactly how turned on he is.
His lips close around my clit, and a bolt of desire explodes through me.
Instinctively, I rock my hips against his mouth.
Nate’s eyes open, and he looks at me with pure molten heat.
He wants me to ride him.
So that’s exactly what I do.
He licks and sucks at me while I chase what feels good. My hips rock against his mouth as we both find the right rhythm. Our bodies move together naturally, with Nate’s tongue meeting my pussy with every roll of my hips. I moan unabashedly, letting him know how much I love everything he’s doing.