Chapter 30
ARI
“How do you know Julie?” Nathan asks as Jenkins drives toward my home in Nathan’s limo.
“You were really rude to her, Nathan.” The second I look at him, I know he’s annoyed at me for questioning him.
Irritated, Nathan unties his bow tie then undoes the top button on his shirt, stretching out his neck from side to side. “If I tell you something, you must promise to never repeat it.”
“You can trust me.” Or maybe he can’t; while I might have pressed the brakes on my personal investigation for now, against his father, I still want to eventually.
According to Julie, her source and lead on the case is as solid as concrete and she reassured me tonight that the information is legit and that she will email it to me as soon as she has it.
I thought I trusted Julie but now I come to think about it, why did she give my old boss, Nick, a heads-up whenever a tabloid was about to publish a story on him and his, well… Mafia connections?
God, maybe I’ve put my trust in the wrong person. Now I’m questioning her loyalty and reliability.
I might have misjudged her.
Which is just awful.
I saw Nathan’s attitude changing when he saw her, and I knew something was off.
Nathan wasn’t just upset, he was angry, like a bubbling cauldron about to boil over.
I don’t know who to trust anymore. I’m not sure I even trust myself.
Nathan runs his hand through his hair as if frustrated, then proceeds to tell me what went down between Julie and Max, from vandalizing his car to smashing his apartment up.
It seems I might have Julie all wrong. It was a long time ago, but after what he’s said, I don’t want to be on Julie’s bad side.
It sounds like she made Max’s life a living hell.
Sewing dead fish into the bottom of his curtains and stuffing his mattress full of fish guts was a terrible thing to do.
She even tapped his phone and tracked him everywhere he went, turning up uninvited to every family event and court hearing he was in attendance of.
When Max eventually moved on with someone new, his car was vandalized with blue paint, leading the insurance company to declare it a total loss.
She tried to destroy everything of his as well as his reputation.
However, attempting to set up Nathan’s father by secretly filming him in his office and trying to make him have sex with her is as twisted as it gets in terms of revenge.
“And you’re sure it was Julie?” I ask, completely shocked. It doesn’t sound like the woman I’ve come to know.
“Oh, it was Julie, and I would never tell you not to be friends with someone or what to do, but that woman needs serious help.”
“Maybe she got it.” She sure seems stable to me.
“Don’t be fooled by her blonde hair, calm voice, and dimples.
There’s a monster beneath that exterior, I promise.
” Nathan’s voice rises an octave, but as if to steady himself and the growing anger I can feel bouncing off him, he reaches over and takes my hand in his, using me to ground him.
“Anyway, enough about her, I will not let Julie Hanson ruin our night.”
I have so many questions whirling through my head now it feels like it might explode. But Nathan is right; I don’t want to spoil our first official date together which made us look like a couple.
A couple.
That sounds wild.
And oh so right.
There’s a shift in the air around us as he tugs at my hand gently, urging me to slide closer to him and tuck myself under his arm as he wraps it around me and kisses the top of my head.
“I’ve found it very difficult to keep my hands off you tonight, Ms. Donovan.”
I hum, then slip my fingers inside the open neckline of his shirt.
“You have the restraint of a gentleman,” I say, keeping my voice soft and low.
At least that’s what he told me he was trying to be earlier.
“But what if I don’t want you to be a gentleman tonight?
” I ask, undoing one of his buttons and then another.
“Arianna.” The way he says my name sounds more like a warning.
“Nathaniel.” I mimic his tone, teasing him, and glide my hand down his bare chest, drawing tiny invisible circles across it toward his nipple, where I pinch it between my fingers.
He lets out a strangled moan and before I know what’s happening, he’s pulled me onto his lap. “Straddle me,” he instructs, and I can hear the desperation in the low timbre of his voice.
I shuffle myself on my shins on top of the leather seat and push my fine gold silk dress up my thighs to accommodate his broad body.
Moving close, I drop my lips to his and take what I’ve wanted all night. The thing I crave. Him, all of him. I’m grateful that the concealed glass is doing its job by hiding our desperate kisses.
My pussy perfectly aligns with his thick, hard length, which I can feel beneath his pants, and he grunts when I grind myself against him, panting into my mouth as his tongue twirls around mine.
“Nathan,” I whimper when he digs his fingertips into my hips, deep enough to leave bruises, sending waves of slick heat deep in my core.
He moves his lips to my neck, biting and nipping at my jaw, my ear, anywhere he finds as if desperate to devour me, before covering his mouth with mine again.
His fingers brush my skin as he slips his hands under my dress, then grabs my hips again to rock me back and forth, teasing my clit against his covered cock and the fabric of my now wet lace panties.
“I want you,” he groans into my mouth when I rock my hips with more vigor, sliding back and forth to chase my own release. “But I told you I’m a gentleman and there is no way I am fucking you in a limo, Arianna.”
“Forget being a gentleman, I want you to fuck me. Now.” I reach down and unclip the hook and eye of his black dress pants, tugging at them, urgently pushing them down his hips.
He digs his fingertips into my skin much deeper this time, as if considering if he should be the gentleman he spoke of earlier or fuck me like I am telling him to.
“Stop thinking about it and just do it, Nathan.” We’ve been teasing each other for weeks. We need this. “I want you inside of me.” I need him, so much.
“Fuck it.” Nathan kisses me breathless, and carelessly we struggle together, awkwardly shedding the fabric that’s preventing us connecting again in ways I’ve been imagining for weeks.
“Jesus fucking Christ, take my pants off.” He breaks our kiss momentarily, then lifts his hips to help me remove his pants, taking his boxers with them.
At the same time, I pull my dress up over my head and drop it on the seat beside us, then unstick my stupid bra from my skin, which is the least sexy thing I own and only bought to wear with the backless dress, exposing myself completely for him.
He drops his attention to my breasts, and his eyes darken as he takes me in.
Gently, he circles my pebbled nipple with the pad of his thumb, before rolling it between his thumb and fingertip, causing me to cry out with pleasure. “So beautiful,” he declares before bowing his head and pulling my nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking at my sensitive peak.
I arch my head back, pushing my chest into his face, needing more of him. He flicks my nipple harder with his tongue over and over, and I’m panting, rubbing my pussy against him before he bites down firmly on my nipple, sending an electric current of arousal through my body.
Threading my hands into the back of his hair, I tilt his head up and capture his lips with mine. “I want you,” I gasp, wanting everything with him, anything he’ll give me.
I push myself up a little higher when he slips the soaked lace of my panties to the side, allowing him to line the angry-looking head of his cock with my entrance.
Looking down between us, he watches as I lower myself onto him. His lips twitch with enjoyment as I slide down the last inch of his length and let out a sigh of relief. It feels like years, not weeks, since we last had sex.
“Do you like my cock filling you up, baby?” he asks, his chest heaving in and out as if trying to control himself.
“God, yeah. I’m so wet for you.” I reposition myself to accommodate him and gasp because I forgot how big he is.
“Look at how well your pussy takes my cock, baby.” He pumps upward with the need to fuck me as my pussy aches and pulses around his hard dick. “You’re so fucking wet. Now kiss me.” He crashes his lips against mine, and at the same time we begin to move.
Rocking together, I ease myself up and down his huge length, taking him further into my body with every upward and downward stroke.
“Oh, God.” My eyes roll into the back of my head as he thrusts up into me as if he can’t wait for me to move faster.
“Say my name, baby.”
“Nathan,” I cry out as his thick cock teases my inner walls.
“Who do you belong to?” he demands.
Unable to control the volume of my voice, I shout his name, not caring that we’re in the back of the limo or that the driver can hear us.
“Good girl.” He nips at my lips in approval before laying a runway of kisses down my jaw, reaching the spot behind my ear that feels divine. “I’m going to fill you with my cum,” he grunts into my hair.
“Yes,” I hiss. “I’m on the pill, do it.”
He places both his hands on the side of my face and stares into my eyes, tilting his hips, pushing himself into me and filling me completely with every delicious hard inch of him, and I can already feel the urge to come again.
Rapidly blinking, as if he’s in distress or disbelief or hell knows what he’s thinking when I told him to fill me up with his cum, whatever, I don’t care, because right now having him fill me up with his baby doesn’t seem like a bad idea.
It feels right.
I moan and frown at the same time, unable to read what he’s thinking because his mood turned serious quicker than a hiccup.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he says, running his thumb along my bottom lip.
My refined lawyer who only ever talks about work has turned into a sentimental man, and I’m totally here for it. I’m all in.
“Is this real?” I ask, my words coming out shaky.
As much as I want to believe it, my brain is taking longer to catch on, while my heart feels like it’s spinning like a carousel inside my chest.
“You are it for me,” he says confidently. “I fucking hated watching you leave my apartment, hated how it made me feel. I thought about you every fucking second of that day and every day since and I regret not asking you to stay.”
“I hated leaving you that morning.” I wished I had stayed, then maybe our time working together in such close proximity wouldn’t have felt so painful. Close yet so far apart.
“You snuck out.” He moves his hands from my face to my hips and lifts me off his cock then slams me back down as if reprimanding me for leaving.
“I didn’t think you would want me around.” It’s partly true.
“I want you with me always. Don’t ever sneak out on me again.”
“Okay,” I agree.
“Promise.”
“I promise.” I’m in so deep with him. How could I have been so stupid to ever think he was like his father? It couldn’t be further from the truth.
In this moment, something changes within me, a movement, a shift, a definite knowing.
My mission is no longer to find evidence or information on my family’s case; it’s to spend as much time with Nathan as I can. Learn everything there is to know about him, because what if I’m wrong and he’s my true north?
It feels like he is. And I can’t be the gatekeeper of secrets forever. I’ll have to tell him. One day. Be honest. Bare my soul.
It scares me to think that he might not want anything to do with me once he finds out.
What then?
I can’t even think about that now.
He growls, making his whole chest vibrate. Gripping my ass and hips in handfuls, he moves me up and down his cock, while I help him.
“Now ride my cock, Arianna, cover me in your cum.”
I press the palm of my hand flat against the roof of the limo to give me the leverage I need to fuck him the way he wants me to.
Tilting my hips, clenching the inner walls of my pussy, I begin to move up and down his cock.
Pleasure dances over his face as he cups my ass and sits back to watch where we connect.
On every downward thrust, I rub my clit against him, and he groans when I move faster, the tip of his thick crown teasing my G-spot with every punishing slap of our skin, my calves clamped tight against his thighs.
“You’re so tight, baby.” The sounds of our pleasure fill the small space of the car and I shudder when he slips his thumb between my pussy lips and rubs my clit.
“Nathan,” I moan as he circles my sensitive bud, and then pinches it. “I’m… I’m gonna—” I stutter my words as my body shakes, my orgasm about to explode through every nerve ending.
“Come,” he orders as he continues to swirl his fingertips over my clit.
Blazing-hot fire radiates through the apex of my thighs and my pussy, and I come. The power of my climax makes my body shake, the spasm of my inner walls clenching around him, and I let out a high-pitched whimper.
“That’s a good girl.” He nuzzles into my neck, his breathing shallow against my skin as he chases his own release and bites much harder at my skin than I expect, but it’s a welcomed pain, mixed with the ultimate pleasure.
My inner walls flutter around him as the last waves of my orgasm spill from my body.
“Oh fuck, baby. I’m coming.” He bucks up into me a few more times as he spills his hot seed inside of me, groaning as he leans his head back against the leather of the seat.
We stay like this for a while as we pant loudly together and come down from our high, the faint sheen of perspiration covering our bodies from the exertion.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs. “So fucking perfect.” His cock softens inside of me while my heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest, already thinking about round two.
“Stay with me tonight.” I press myself against his naked chest and rest my ear against his pounding heart, enjoying every beat, reminding me this is true and real.
“I already invited myself. There is no way I would have been able to kiss you goodnight on your doorstep and leave.” He chuckles to himself, knowing how much of a lie that was, and I knew it too. “What did I do to deserve you?”
I look up at him which makes him bow his head so he can press a kiss to my lips.
I think it’s the other way around because I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
Or the unluckiest.
However I weigh it up, my scales are perfectly balanced; fair and unfair.