Chapter 6
6
NICK
T hank God for the bearskin rug. I’d bought it on a whim, mostly as a “fuck you” to the people who would say bearskin rugs were tacky or cliché. I lived in a cabin in the mountains, damn it. Bearskin rugs fit.
But as Waverly spread out on it and I settled between her legs, I decided it was the smartest purchase I’d ever made. Only the best for this beautiful woman, and the best meant making sure when she lay on the floor, the surface beneath her was as soft and plush as possible.
“How does this feel?” I asked, rubbing my thumb over her clit.
I kept my eyes on her as she lay there with her eyes closed, lips parted slightly. I’d only just started rubbing her, but her body was already reacting.
“So, so good,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
We were in front of the fire, and the glow it cast over her skin reminded me of the sunrises I saw over the mountains. Pure beauty. There was nothing like it.
Nothing like her .
“I think I’ve found a new vice,” I said.
Her eyes popped open and her head lifted. “Huh?”
I kicked myself for opening my big mouth and destroying the moment. “Nothing.” I shook my head. “Just lay back and relax.”
With that, I replaced my thumb with my tongue, and she immediately cried out, her head falling onto the rug as her back arched. Both of her hands clutched the rug at the same time she let out a gasp.
Yes, she definitely liked this.
But I didn’t let up. I kept going, moving my tongue faster and faster as she responded by gasping and moaning and even saying my name once.
That was music to my ears. I wanted to hear her say my name over and over and over again.
Within only a minute or so, Waverly’s hips were moving, and I somehow knew she was nearing orgasm. When she cried out, “Nick, oh my God. Yes. Don’t stop,” I wanted to cheer. She knew exactly who was bringing her pleasure, and it was the only name I hoped she’d say during sex for the rest of my life.
I wanted to be the person to give her pleasure every second of the day. I wanted to make her happy. To give her a home and a family and everything she wanted—assuming she wanted those things.
Just a few hours ago, I would have said they were the last things I wanted, but everything had changed. All I wanted was a life with Waverly. A life we could build together.
“Holy hell, that was awesome,” she said, sitting up. “Much better than the one I gave myself.”
I sat up too. “You know, there’s something we haven’t done yet.”
A smile slowly spread over her face. I couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t self-conscious now. She was baring her whole body in front of me without a bit of shyness. I liked that. It meant she already felt comfortable with me.
“There are a lot of things we haven’t done yet,” she said. “I think we should start working on them.”
“We haven’t kissed,” I said.
“Oh.”
Her eyes widened as she seemed to remember that she’d never been kissed, according to what she’d said earlier. This definitely wasn’t the normal order of things, but I hated normal. This was just the sort of relationship I’d always wanted.
“Come here,” I said.
She sat up straighter, but I was already moving toward her. We came together on the rug, both on our knees, as I pulled her toward me and lowered my mouth to hers.
The second our mouths met, the world exploded around us. The crackle of the fire was more pronounced. The smell of coffee, still lingering in the air, was almost intoxicating. And the feel of her warm, soft body against my rough, muscular one sent warmth spiraling through me.
I ran my hands over her back, then her ass, then brought them up to her back again. That was where they settled as I focused on the kiss. She tugged me toward the rug, lying flat again, but this time pulling me until I was on top of her. I held myself up, still kissing her, but being careful not to put too much weight on her.
But I suddenly broke the kiss as a thought blasted through me. “I don’t have any condoms.”
I stared at her, filled with the sinking feeling that I’d let her down. It wasn’t my fault or hers. There was no way I could have predicted this would happen.
She smiled up at me. “It’s okay.”
For a heart-stopping second, I thought she’d say she didn’t mind doing it without protection. She wanted me to fill her with my seed and create a baby.
I waited for that thought to paralyze me with fear, but it didn’t. Instead, it warmed my heart. She wanted this too. Family, home, the whole nine yards.
But instead, Waverly said, “I’m on the pill. I felt like it was a waste of time, but my doctor really pushed it. I’m safe. I’ve been on it for about six months. Never missed a day.”
Damn. There was no chance I’d get her pregnant tonight, but that was probably for the best. We needed to take time to get to know each other, make sure we were both on board with this.
But first, I’d have to talk her into moving here. I’d definitely give up everything and follow her back to Greensboro, but the thought filled me with dread.
It wasn’t just my former business partner or the lawsuit. It was the way I felt when I was in that place. The constant rush of people. The demand to drive the nicest car and wear the best clothes to impress people I didn’t even like to begin with.
There was only one person I wanted to impress now, and that person was on the floor beneath me.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
She frowned and tilted her head. “Seriously, I can tell something’s wrong.”
“It’s completely inappropriate,” I said. But I could tell she wasn’t going to let up until I told all. I took a deep breath and went for it. “I was just thinking about how nice it would be to get you pregnant. Totally inappropriate, like I said. If you knew me, though, you’d know this isn’t like me. You’ve done something to me, rewired my brain. Nothing I felt a few hours ago is the same now. Not since meeting you.”
Her mouth opened. She didn’t make an expression for what seemed like hours but was probably only seconds. Finally, those lips moved into a slow smile and she nodded. It was like the sun coming out from behind a dark cloud.
“That’s what I’ve been thinking,” she said. “I mean, I never thought I’d be someone who’d have kids. I gave up on all that. But something about you and these mountains and…everything. It all just has me thinking about my future.”
“A future with me?” I dared to ask.
Waverly nodded. “A future with you. But right now, I want you to fuck me. And don’t go gently.”
I completely ignored that last request. This was her first time. I didn’t know much about virgins, but I did know this was going to hurt, and it was going to hurt like hell.
I kept my eyes on her as I nestled my tip at her entrance, then slowly slid inside, just enough to show her that this wasn’t going to be easy. She gasped in pain, and I immediately pulled out. But then she shook her head, put her hands on my butt, and pushed me back in.
“I want to get it over with,” she said.
I shook my head. “I don’t think that’s how it works. You can’t force it. It’s better to go slow.”
She nodded, closing her eyes. “I think you’re right. That’s what I’ve read. I just wanted to get to the part where this feels good.”
“That I can help with,” I said.
As I slowly slid inside, I returned my thumb to her clit, massaging it as I continued to only penetrate a couple of inches. But a couple of inches soon became three, then four, and gradually her features softened. And after a few more minutes, she actually started enjoying it.
I, on the other hand, was doing my best to think about anything but how damn good she felt. She was tight and wet and warm—exactly as I’d expected. Eventually, this was going to feel so damn good, but until she could fully enjoy it, I wouldn’t be able to let myself go.
Her hands moved to my arms, gripping them as gradually her breathing began speeding up again. Her lips parted, and she turned her head toward the fire, but her eyes were still closed.
When her hips started moving, I had the permission I needed to ease up on my pumps. She took control, letting me in only as deep as she felt comfortable.
But I was surprised when Waverly pushed me in deeper than I’d gone yet. I was sure it would hurt, but she seemed to enjoy it. Finally, she moved her head back to center and threw it back, chin tilted upward, hair fanned out over the rug beneath her.
She cried out this time, only saying my name once. As her walls pulsated around me, I finally let myself go, closing my eyes and feeling her movements along my shaft.
It took only a few seconds before my orgasm was building and then I cried out, knowing I was pumping my seed into her. No, I couldn’t get her pregnant this time, but soon enough, I would.
The most important thing, though, was that she was mine. Whether she had my baby anytime soon or not, we’d be together for the rest of my life. That much I knew.