Chapter 60 Evan #2
“Then come back inside.” He kisses me again, harder this time. His tongue dominating mine, showing me just how much he’s missed this. Us. I wish Nora were here. Did she know this would happen? Did she plan this, asking me to stay with Nate? She knew I wouldn’t be able to deny her.
I pull away breathless, my hands roaming Nate’s broad chest. “I want to be with you. I need you, Nate. I need you to—”
He silences me with a kiss, holding me in his strong arms as he lowers me to the floor. His biceps tense as he braces his weight above me, breath warm against my mouth. “What do you need, Ev?”
“You,” I whisper. “Make me stop overthinking.”
His forehead drops to mine, eyes closing as he exhales, his shoulders sagging with relief. “I’m so fucking tired of holding everything together.” He undoes the buttons on my shirt, his head dipping to kiss my jaw.
“You don’t have to,” I whisper, sliding my hands under his t-shirt and up his back, the tension in him coiled tight beneath my palms. “Not with me.”
He lifts, tugging his t-shirt off and I shrug out of my shirt and undo the buckle on my belt, the clinking metal the only sound between our ragged breaths as I kick out of my trousers, taking my boxers off at the same time.
He peers down at my naked body, his grip around my waist. “I want you, Ev.”
“You have me.” My cock glistens with a pearl of pre-cum. “Fuck me.”
“Here?” He shoves his joggers down his thighs, his veiny cock springing free, hovering above mine.
“Right now. Here.” I lift my hips, needing to feel him against me.
“Open up for me.” He hooks my leg over his arm and sucks his fingers, then touches me where I need him, his slick fingers pushing through my walls as if breaking down the barriers between us brick by brick.
“Holy shit, Nate.” I gaze up at him as he works his fingers into me. “More.”
He straightens his spine, resting back on his haunches, and brings his other hand to my mouth. “Spit.”
I lift on my elbows and spit into his palm. My eyes wide as he slathers his cock in my saliva, stroking himself while his other hand curls his fingers inside me. “Fuck, Nate.”
“I’ve missed you.” His eyes lock with mine.
“It’s been fucking painful without you.” He slips his fingers out of me, leaving me empty, but then he’s hovering above me again, kissing me as the head of his cock pushes through the tight ring of muscle.
“Open for me, baby. Open up like you did before, remember how I made you feel.”
I whimper on an exhale. “I remember you.” I bear down and open myself up, my body knowing what to do, letting him push all the way inside me, the stretch burning, setting me alight, cleansing and reclaiming all at once. “Yes, Nate. Fuck, I needed this.”
He nips at my jaw, my lips, my ear, grunting as he moves his hips, fucking me at a steady pace.
“I needed you.” He sinks his teeth into my neck and then sucks, making his mark.
“I fucking needed you this whole time, and you weren’t here.
” He pounds into me with punishing thrusts.
“I’m gonna fuck this tight ass so good, you’re never gonna leave me again. ”
“Never,” I shout as I cling to his shoulders, my legs held up by his powerful arms, folding me in two, but it’s the most alive I’ve felt in weeks. Three words stick to the tip of my tongue. I want to say them, but this isn’t the time to be sentimental. This is raw animal fucking.
Nate slams into me, bruising, his balls slapping against my flesh, fingers digging into my thighs as he holds my legs hostage. “Tell me, Ev.”
“What?” is all I can muster, unable to think straight. Does he know I love him? Can he tell what I was thinking?
“Tell me where you belong,” he says on panting breaths, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.
Another bolt of lightening zigzags straight to my dick. “Here,” I whimper, tears leaking from my eyes and running down the side of my face. “With you and Nora.”
“Good boy.” He crashes his lips to mine.
We’re a tangle of tongues and teeth and limbs as I cling to him.
His words somehow travelling through my body, every cell bursting with love, and then a wave of white heat crashes over me.
It’s blinding, as if fusing our souls together forever.
I’m never leaving. I can’t. Not after this.
I won’t survive it. My body clenches around him, gripping him as ropes of hot cum shoot out between us, coating my stomach.
Nate roars, as his own release takes hold. “Ev,” he shouts, like my name is an amen or a prayer that’s just been answered. He thrusts into me over and over until he’s spilt every last drop of his release inside of me.
He catches his breath, holding his weight above me, still inside me, soaking up the aftershocks of our climax. “You good?”
I nod. “Hell, yeah.”
“I’ve made a mess of your neck and shoulder.”
I can’t stop the dopey post-sex smile from spreading across my face. “I’ll live.” My chest swells as I press a finger to the tender spots on my skin. His marks are his way of staking his claim. But I’m not just his. I’m theirs.
He slips out of me and rolls to the side, flat on his back, still catching his breath and wiping the beads of moisture from his forehead with his arm. His joggers still wrapped around his thighs look so hot. Then he dips his head and kisses the sting he left on my shoulder.
I lift my arm and slide it under his neck like a pillow as we both stare at the ceiling. The carpet’s scratchy against my back, the air cold against my sweaty skin, but I don’t want to move. I no longer feel like a visitor in my own life. I’m where I’ve always belonged.
Nate rolls onto his side. “Stay,” he says again, like a prayer he keeps repeating. His hand slides to the back of my neck, thumb brushing there absentmindedly, the way he always does when he needs reassurance or to reassure me.
“Okay,” I say. We lie in silence for a moment. “Someone’s got to help you fix the cot. Flat-pack furniture has never been your strong suit.
He huffs out a laugh, his fingers interlacing with mine. “At least I can read the instructions.”
“Cold,” I say, jabbing him in the ribs with my elbow, but this is the first normal moment we’ve had in weeks.
His hand drifts over my side, squeezing gently. “I couldn’t face it without you.”
I glance towards the boxed cot across the room, the cardboard edges worn where Nora probably opened and closed it a dozen times. Emotion swells thick in my throat. “I want to help finish the nursery. If you’ll let me.”
“Nora will like that.” He lifts with a groan as if his muscles are aching just like mine. “Come on.” He pulls his joggers up and holds out a hand.
I take it and let him use his strength to pull me up.
We stand there a moment longer, both of us looking at the unopened cot and the tin of paint in the corner.
“Tomorrow,” he says, squeezing my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I agree. “Tomorrow.” I follow him into the bedroom and into the en suite. Nora should be here instead of at the hospital. I have a lot to do to put things right.
Tomorrow, we start building.