YOU WERE MEANT FOR ME, ALL THIS TIME
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Matthew : I don’t know what’s his problem, but Raph keeps pushing for us to call you in.
Matthew : Anyway, I hope you’re having a nice few days off.
Matthew : And don’t worry, Chief took your contacts off of the board to make sure no one listens to him, you’re safe.
PRUDENCE
I’m woken up by a heavy limb pulling me backward. Pulling me against a warm, broad… chest. Definitely a chest.
And according to my vivid memories, it’s Nate’s chest.
With one quick look, I can confirm that the heavy limb is Nate’s arm. Which makes sense, as I fell asleep nestled in his arm, deliciously sore from the best night of sex I’ve ever had. And when I say sore, I mean sore . From everywhere. The only sport I usually do is run, and he moved me around like I was a gymnast or something.
I’d kill for a long, warm bath.
And more orgasms.
I think I’m getting addicted.
His hold tightens around me and I feel his face nuzzling my neck, taking a deep breath and his hips pushing forwards against my bare ass.
I arch back against him, grabbing his hand splayed over my stomach to lift it up to my breasts, and his breath stutters.
He doesn’t waste time to rub his thumb against my nipple though, and I close my eyes with a blissful smile.
“We shouldn’t,” he murmurs in my ear.
“Oh no, we definitely should.”
He pinches harder and I press my thighs together with a moan. “You said you were all out of orgasms for me.”
“I was, but—” I gasp when his cock slides between my legs thrusting between my wet folds, rubbing slowly against my clit.
“But?” He teases.
“That two hour nap was rejuvenating.”
He releases a heavy breath as he pulls back before thrusting forward again.
“Although after, I’ll need to soak my poor muscles in a bath… A warm and—”
I’m suddenly alone, the warm body behind mine gone. I roll around, confused, and yelp when two arms slide under my back and knees, lifting me until I’m plastered against his chest, naked, and my feet dangling.
“What are you—”
“I can multitask.”
He speedwalks us to the bathroom, chuckling as I try to wiggle out of his arms then sits on the lip of the deep tub, setting me on his lap to fumble with the faucets until the temperature satisfies him.
“A hot bath, coming right up,” he grins, before kissing me hungrily, his hand slipping between my legs which open instinctively to give him better access. “God, how are you always so warm and wet for me, sweetness…”
I whimper in a daze, my head falling backward and eyes closing. His mouth deviates from my mouth to my neck before closing around my nipple. Oh god, it feels so good I think I might actually be dreaming.
“You’re not dreaming,” he says, nipping at the peak, pulling a strangled moan out of me.
“Am I thinking out loud again?”
“Don’t stop on my account. I do love when you give me your thoughts freely…”
He stands up, carrying me, and next thing I know, I’m lying between his legs in the rapidly rising water, my eyes closed, the back of my head resting on his chest, his hard length pressing against my lower back.
“I have two concerns,” I sigh as he slides his hands in my hair, pouring water over it. “First, you left the box of condoms on the bedside table. And second, your cock is not where it’s supposed to be…”
I sway my hips under the water, getting a soft groan from him in return. His hands in my hair feel good, so I might not complain too much…
“Did you not believe me when I told you I’d scatter condoms everywhere?” He chuckles in my ear. “I can easily reach for at least three of them from here.”
“Wow… You are prepared.”
“Of course I am,” he says, just before I hear foil being ripped open. “I remember back in college, I overheard you and Nuri talking about the shot she was getting as a contraceptive. You said that you’ve tried a few pills and the implant and that you realized you did not react well to hormonal contraceptives.”
He remembers that conversation? I don’t even remember him being there at all when we talked about it…
He pushes me forward slightly, and I feel his hands fumbling behind me before he pulls me back against him, placing his hands under my ass to lift me up.
“So condoms it is,” he says in my ear as I gasp, feeling him push himself slowly inside of me.
“I—” I moan, my head falling on his shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about getting an IUD.”
“You have?” he rasps and I hear a bottle being open and some product being squeezed out as he finally settles inside me to the hilt.
“Yes. It’s been on my mind for a while, but the idea has been growing since Tuesday night… And more tonight.”
“Why?” He asks, still not moving inside of me.
He starts to massage the product—definitely shampoo then—into my hair, rubbing my skull softly, and I groan in pleasure.
Yep, massages are definitely the keys to my heart…
“I—I’m not sure.” I blush as the obscene thoughts I had come back with a force. The thoughts of him, driving into me, throbbing and coming deep inside, of his cum filling me.
“I think you are…” I lift my hips slightly, but he keeps me still with one hand on my hips, pushing me back down. “And I’ll tell you that I’ve had fantasies of you, splayed on your back, legs spread, rubbing your clit using my cum dripping out of your tight pussy.”
I moan and clench my legs as he starts to rinse my hair, dropping kisses on my forehead, temple, and jaw.
“So if you want to get an IUD, I’m all in. I’ll do a check-up, come with you to the appointments, anything to fuck you raw.”
The hand that was previously massaging my skull wraps around my hair and pulls my head back as his hips—god, finally—start moving, thrusting his cock slowly—too slowly—in and out of me.
“And if you don’t, it’s alright too. I don’t mind using condoms, since I always have.”
“I want to,” I moan.
“Open your eyes sweetness.”
I do. My hair is pulled tight behind me, my head plastered against the side of his neck in the crook of his shoulder.
My heart misses a few beats when I catch my reflection on the ceiling.
“What—”
“Open your eyes and look how beautiful you are when I make you come,” he interrupts, his thrusts turning rougher.
His hand slides between my legs, spreading my fold, and starts rubbing my clit with the light pressure he discovered makes my eyes roll.
“Look how perfect you are. How well we fit together, like you were meant for me, all this time.”
He thrusts faster, and I can’t look away from our reflection. The pinkish tone my skin is turning from the heat of the water and the pleasure coursing through me. From the deep blue of his eye and the adoration I see in them.
“Do you see how long I’ve been craving you?”
The muscles of my legs tense and I reach for my nipples, moaning from the overwhelming stimulation.
“That’s it, sweetness. Come for me. Come with me. See how you undo me when you squeeze my cock with your pussy.”
The flutter in my lower belly intensifies until it feels like my whole body is going to burst. I fight the urge to close my eyes, to let the pleasure completely take me away, so I can really look at us in the ceiling mirror.
“Soon, there will be nothing between us,” he rasps, his thrusts stuttering, becoming more erratic. “Soon, I’ll fill that sweet pussy up with my cum over and over.”
The tension snaps and my legs close shut around his hand, but he doesn’t stop, groaning in my ear as I clench around him, riding the waves.
His cock throbs inside of me, our moans echoing in the room, and he keeps fucking me, his gaze not leaving mine, slowing down progressively as I’m still coming, still breaking apart while he pulls me back together.
I’m not sure when it stops. My head feels foggy and my body is limp on top of him, lifted up to the rhythm of his ragged breath. I’m vaguely aware of his hands sliding along my body and the sweet fragrance of shower gel, the sound of his voice giving soft praises in my ears. Of how I’m suddenly lifted out of the warm water surrounding me and dried before I’m swallowed in his arms again, under the heavy cover, lulled back to sleep by the sound of his heart against my cheek.
We planned to meet in front of the restaurant. When we show up, Evie is already waiting for us, sitting on the green bench just across the road. She gives me a knowing look, grinning.
“You two look like you had fun last night…”
I roll my eyes and Nate chuckles. I can’t help but look around for Jack, worried he might already be around and hear. He went for a little walk with Ikram and they should be here soon.
“How was your night?” I ask her, opting for a change of subject. “You told me you went out.”
“It was fun. I found that nice little club, and I went back to the hotel with that girl… God, she was so cute, I could cry.”
I arch a brow, but Nate asks, “A cute girl, uh? What happened to ‘Davon’? You were still crazy about him Monday morning.”
“You know, the usual,” she shrugs. “I got over it.”
“What was it this time?”
“He keeps texting me,” she groans. “Like dude, chill. We’ve been out on one date, and had two nights of sex. There’s no need to send 10 texts a day, and I don’t care that your grandmother finally agreed to keep your little sister’s pet rabbit for the weekend.”
I hold in a chuckle.
Evie’s not into relationships. Well, she always thinks she is, but then gets freaked out or bored in two days, so she ends it and swears off people until she falls in love again the next weekend. And by ‘falls in love’, I mean it. She’s head over heels for forty eight hours, and the second the sex bubble pops and she returns to her real life, she’s done with it.
She’s happy that way, it’s how she gets her dopamine boost.
“Also, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard some naughty stuff last night, other than what happened in my room,” she adds with a snort and I blush.
There’s no way she heard us from the third floor, right? Right? Please, tell me she—
“I mean, I’m not sure they actually went for a walk this morning. Maybe they had to sleep off the night of—”
“I’m begging you not to finish that sentence,” I cut her off, plugging my ears with a wince.
“Oh come on. Aren’t you happy for him?”
“I think the problem is not so much as being happy for him, but more so the fact that it’s her brother , Evie…” Nate says, pulling my fingers out of my ears with a playful smile.
“What are you guys talking about?” Jack asks cheerfully from behind us, walking towards the bench Evie’s sitting on. “I can’t tell between all your different facial expressions.”
“I’m reading moderate amusement, absolute glee, and horror,” Ikram steps in. “It’s strangely confusing.”
“Nothing!” I say, stepping towards them to hold Jack in my arms. “How are you feeling? Ready to fly back this afternoon?”
“I’m fine, Sunshine.” He gives me a lopsided smile, but narrows his eyes, scanning me. “You’re glowing. It’s hard to see behind the slight horror in your wide eyes, but it’s there.”
“I slept well,” I answer quickly—too quickly, shit, it might be suspicious. “Let’s go and eat! Claudio and Scarlett are dying to see you again.”
“Are they relatives of yours? I mean, non-shitty ones?” Evie asks, standing up with a smile.
Jack narrows his eyes and looks between Nate and Is. Shit.
“Where is your chair?” I ask, trying for a diversion.
He frowns slightly before shaking his head. “In the hotel lobby, with our luggages. The car is picking everything up before getting us for the airport.” I nod vigorously. Has the distraction worked? Fuck, I should have briefed Evie before he got here…
“I’m starving,” Ikram says, taking my brother’s hand in his. “Should we go in?”
“Yep. Definitely. I’m starving too.” From all the sex Nate and I had, I’m surprised I haven’t passed out yet.
The second we step inside, we’re welcomed by two anxiously waiting familiar faces. They don’t discriminate, taking all five of us in their arms for warm hugs, giving a slightly harder squeeze to Jack and I.
“It’s so good to see you,” Scarlett says, cupping Jack’s face affectionately. “We think about you two everyday, you know? We miss you so much.”
“We miss you too. All the time,” he answers kindly, leaning so he’s not towering over her small frame.
She wipes a tear off her eyes before it has the chance to roll down her face, and give his shoulders a squeeze.
“And who are your friends?” She asks, turning towards the rest of us. “We’ve had the pleasure to meet Nate, as the two lovebirds came by yesterday, but what about you two?”
She turns towards Evie and Ikram, and the atmosphere tenses. My heart stops and refuses to start beating again.
Oh god, I fucked up. I should have known, should have guessed it would happen. Of course they would say it, as in my own bubble I forgot to mention that Jack didn’t know about Nate and I yet. My lungs feel too tight in my chest as I risk a glance at Jack who’s carefully avoiding looking in my direction.
“Ikram here is my boyfriend,” Jack says with a smile that looks forced but also natural. “And Evie is our friend. We’re here because—”
“Oh yes, we know why you’re back in town,” Claudio says with a stern nod. “Your father is an important man in town, his stroke made the local news.”
I feel a hand grab mine to give it a reassuring squeeze and I release a long but silent breath. I’ll have to come clean. I have to tell Jack. Because I was absolutely reckless.
How I could think that I’d be able to hide it from him a little longer is beyond me. Of course I’d fuck up some way or the other.
And now, Nate might pay the price because I was foolish enough to—
“Alright, let’s get you seated. We’ve put you at the round table by the window. It’s not your table, but I hope—”
“It’s perfect,” Jack interrupts her kindly, starting to walk towards the table reserved for us.
We all follow. Evie and Ikram with enthusiasm, but Nate literally has to pull me to make me move forward.
We sit. I’m sandwiched between Evie and Nate, Jack between Nate and Ikram.
Oh no, no, no. That won’t do. They can’t be seated next to each other. What if they fight? You can easily stab people with a fork, and I don’t want Claudio and Scarlett to be traumatized for life, so I’ll have to stay behind and mop off the blood. It’ll be a nightmare, and—
“So,” Jack drawls, and I wince, physically recoiling on my chair. “Care to explain what is going on?”
No one talks, looking between Jack, Nate, and me.
Stupid. I’m definitely stupid. Someday I’ll die because of my dysfunctioning brain.
“What do you mean?” I ask, but cringe internally. Yep, playing dumb isn’t going to get me anywhere. Time to go for a different approach.
“Well, since Evie had no idea who Scarlett and Claudio were, and they didn’t know her either, I’m guessing she didn’t come here with you last night. Unlike Nate, who seems to have made quite the impression.”
Yep. Screwed.
He doesn’t look mad, though. But with the panic I’m currently in, my radar might be reading him all wrong.
“Right,” I croak. “We, uh—Nate and I came here yesterday. For, uh—for a date. Together.” I look at him. One of his brow arches, waiting for me to elaborate. “Our second date, actually. Because, that’s what we do now, we… Date?”
He nods. “How long?”
“How long… What?”
“How long has it been going on?”
I pause, casting wary glances around me, but no one seems alarmed. Weird .
“Our first date was Tuesday night. And I… I’m sorry, if you’re mad, be mad at me, not him, he’s—”
“Why do you assume I’d be mad?”
Why ?
“Well… Because of what happened 9 years ago? The whole reason you fought in the first place?”
“You’re dating,” he repeats slowly. “Why would I be mad about that ? Back then I thought he was trying to sleep with you. Which, I realize now, might have been more complicated than that. Also, I can’t seem to make myself clear on the fact that I’ve changed . And that I know that you can take care of yourself. If he messes with your heart, then I’ll get mad. There’s no reason for me to get mad now .”
“You’re not mad,” I say, more as a confirmation to myself than a real question. “Like, really not?”
He shakes his head, a soft smile lifting the corners of his lips.
“If you’re happy, I’m happy, Sunshine.”
“I’m calling double dates,” Ikram says, lifting his arm in the air. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, Ev’. I just don’t want you to be the third wheel and complain about PDAs because you feel lonely.”
“I can still join with someone, you know.”
“Yeah, like you would introduce one of your passionate fling to us .”
She grits her teeth, looking away. “I’m just saying I could.”
“And you’d be welcome to,” Jacks says kindly, glaring at Ikram who rolls his eyes in exasperation.
Evie seems to mull over it for a minute before she shrugs. “Nah, Ikram’s right. I don’t want to share you with people that don’t manage to hold my attention for more than 2 days.”
Ikram chuckles and they give each other a knowing look.
“I just don’t think I’m made for the kind of relationship you guys all found with each other.”
“And that’s okay,” I say, grabbing her hand over the table. “And if you want to join dates and complain about PDAs, you can.”
She grins. “You know how I love to complain. Count me in.”