Chapter 12
Nate
Fuck, I deserved an award for patience for having Liz pinned against me that long and not jack-rabbit-humping her into an unimpressive thirty-second finish.
It would have cured her crush on me quickly.
I wouldn’t do that though. For one, I wasn’t a selfish prick and cared if my partner finished.
More than that, she confessed not just her past trauma but also her current desires.
The trust that took was humbling. I couldn’t do shit about her ex, but I could do something to make her fantasy come true.
So, I did. I held her down and worshiped every inch of her skin until she panted, writhed, and moaned. Then I stepped on the gas.
In an instant, she came hard on my fingers.
Now that I had her laid out before me, my dick being hugged by her still-fluttering inner walls, I intended to help her invent a whole new fantasy.
One so good that no other man will ever be enough and just the sight of me would have her crossing her legs looking for friction.
I’d tilted her hips forward just enough to get an angle where I could reach deep and now that I was buried to the hilt I started to move.
I pushed my hips against the round muscles of her ass, grateful for every lunge and squat she’d ever done.
She was putty in my hands as I slid almost all the way out of her then back in again.
My movements were patient, slow, and gentle, designed to tease not to finish.
She pushed her hips back, the muscles of her arms bracing against the mattress, trying desperately for me to hit harder and deeper.
I just moved further back. She huffed out a frustrated sound, and I stopped moving altogether.
I pushed back so I was on my knees, still inside her, and ran my hands over her sides. “How did you say the fantasy ends?”
She turned to glare over her shoulder. “Hard. Fuck me hard.”
My teasing backfired as her words started a lick of flaming heat up my spine, but I wasn’t about to refuse.
I pulled her hips up with my hands until she was on all fours, then wound my legs around hers.
With as much composure as I could hold onto, I eased her legs apart as far as they would go.
Then I switched gears. I grabbed hold of her hips and dug in deep.
I knew the moment my balls start slapping against her clit because she arched her back like a cat, her blonde hair dancing over her bare skin.
“Nate, holy shit.” Her hands slid against the blanket, and she came to rest on her forearms. I gripped her tighter, no doubt leaving a mark but knowing she wouldn’t care.
I was on borrowed time, and I knew it. I wasn’t Superman and Liz had me begging for release since I’d first seen her.
This was my favorite kind of cardio. Sweat was collecting on my forehead; her skin was smooth under my palms and my balls were drawing up tight, ready to pump everything I had into the condom and collapse.
I closed my eyes, leaning forward to rest my forehead against her back, and pumped hard, holding on just long enough to hear her mutter a string of curses and feel her inner walls clamp down around me.
It was a photo finish. If I hadn’t gotten myself off in the shower that morning it would have been an embarrassing story.
She was just so fucking sexy. Responsive and strong.
And to have me be the star of her ultimate fantasy?
I was a goner. I rolled to the side and threw the condom away before collapsing on my side.
She was back on her stomach, her head resting on her hands, a contented little smirk on her lips.
I planted a kiss on her bare shoulder. “Did the reality live up to the fantasy?”
She cracked one eye open. “Fishing for compliments?”
I shrugged. “Maybe I have a praise kink, who knows.”
She pushed herself up on her forearms far enough to kiss me soft and slow. “Well, you were a good boy.”
I was completely sated two seconds before those words crossed her lips. Suddenly my dick sat up and begged for an encore. “Just a good boy? Not a very good boy?”
One side of her mouth started to lift, and she crawled to me, pushing me onto my back before throwing one leg over my hips.
“Well, you do have all these strong, sexy muscles.” She kissed my shoulder, my bicep, and my pec before moving over my abs, coming teasingly close to my dick but not quite touching.
“And you definitely know what you’re doing with these.
” She picked up my hands and placed them on her breasts, where I started to knead and tease at her nipples.
She arched into my hands, letting me explore her soft skin.
I slid one down her stomach and between her thighs.
She was still wet and open to my touch, and I found the right spot immediately.
She groaned. “That’s a good way to get bonus points.
” She rode my hand for a moment. “But I still don’t know about very. ”
I sat up so we were face to face and leaned down to lick first one extended nipple then the other. “You’ll be calling me a very, very good boy before you leave this bed.” I hooked my hands around her knees and tossed her on her back before burying my face between her legs.
******
I got next to no sleep last night, but still felt lighter as I got ready for work the next morning. Liz had left an hour ago, and I was all but floating through getting Paisley ready for school. That feeling came to a crashing halt when I went out my front door to find Regina on the stoop.
“You know I have a phone. You can call. You can text.” Paisley was putting on her shoes on the other side of the door, so I closed it, expecting that I wouldn’t want her to hear whatever it was her mother had to say.
“We need to talk.” She had her arms wrapped around her chest and her usual direct eye contact had given way to her studying her shoes.
I crossed my own arms across my chest, mirroring her position.
If she was here to remind me about the goddamned school fees again, I was going to lose it.
“Okay, what do we need to talk about? In person. At eight in the morning.” I could see her swallow.
This was very unlike the woman I had known all these years, and I started to worry that something was actually wrong. “What is it?”
She finally looked me in the face. “I wanted to apologize for not trusting you when you have Paisley. I’m used to being her mom and organizing everything but now half the time it’s your responsibility.” She huffed out a breath. “I’m just having a hard time letting go.”
An apology from my ex wasn’t on my bingo card for the day, but here she was. The urge to gloat was there, but I let it slip away. I didn’t feel enough for her anymore to worry about wins and losses.
“Thanks for that. We will figure this thing out. And you can trust me, okay? You’re a good mom. I know you’re just looking out for Paisley.”
She nodded. “You are too, a good dad I mean. Thanks for understanding.”
I watched her go, feeling none of the old feelings I’d had for her.