Chapter 30
thirty
NATHALIE
“So what’s the mistake then?” Nathalie asked, her heart racing. All she wanted to do was take Greer in her arms and hold her until Greer figured out what was going on inside of her. Because that pained look in her face was breaking Nathalie’s heart. “I’m confused.”
“The mistake was doing it. The mistake was allowing myself to fall into the trap of a beautiful woman time and time again. My mistake was thinking that I wouldn’t feel anything for you or them, that I had the privilege and the right of being included in family decisions. That’s what today was about, Nathalie. It wasn’t about what I planned for spring break, it was me trying to push my stupid hopes and dreams that I might actually be a part of this family onto you. And you know what? It’s all a fucking lie.”
Nathalie’s heart shattered. She hadn’t paid enough attention or given enough care to Greer at all these last few weeks, or even months, since she’d started working for them. She’d been so slow to trust and allow Greer in, that she’d ended up pushing her away and causing more harm in the meantime.
Standing there, Nathalie had no idea how to even begin to approach this. Tears spilled down Greer’s cheeks, and they hurt Nathalie nearly as much as they hurt Greer. She wanted the smiling woman back that she’d come to enjoy, the one who was kind and caring, not this one—the one that Nathalie had inadvertently hurt.
“This isn’t your fault,” Nathalie whispered, stepping in closer and inching her way to where she could maybe offer some physical comfort. “None of this is your fault.”
“Of course it is,” Greer snapped back.
“No, it’s not.” Nathalie shook her head, finally reaching Greer. She put her hand on Greer’s shoulder and pulled her in, wrapping her arms around Greer’s back and tugging her in so they were hugging. Nathalie’s heart pattered away at their closeness. She closed her eyes and breathed in Greer’s scent as Greer sobbed against Nathalie’s shoulder. “It’s not your fault. If anything, it’s mine.”
“No, it’s not,” Greer doubled down.
“Yeah, it is.” Nathalie pressed her face into Greer’s hair, breathing deeply. She could feel everything in her body right now. The way that Greer was pushed up against her, the tightening of her nipples because this was the most opportune time, of course, and the way Greer’s breath moved through the fabric of her shirt and against her skin, sending ripples through Nathalie’s body that landed straight between her legs.
She’d enjoyed the fact that pregnancy made her horny when she was pregnant with Alaric. Ever since then, it had been more of a chore than anything. She closed her eyes and tried to control herself.
“I don’t trust easily,” Nathalie said. “I never have, and I probably never will. And I took that out on you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. But it’s impossible for me to look at everything around me now and not see you as an integral part of this family. And I mean that. You’re not just the nanny, Greer.”
“I am the nanny,” Greer said into Nathalie’s shoulder.
“You are the nanny, yes, but you’re so much more than that.” Nathalie shifted slightly, moving to pull her hand free and slide it against Greer’s cheek. She shifted again so that they were looking at each other, deep and powerful. “You’re my friend, and I…” Nathalie stopped herself. She needed to be honest now, as honest as she could be, because this was one of those make-or-break moments, and she couldn’t break it. “I want you here, with me, with Lachlan and Ivy. Not just because you take amazing care of our kids, but because you’re essential to this family. Because they love you.” She could see that now, not only in the way that Lachlan and Ivy had defended Greer and put themselves in the line of fire to protect her, but in the way they looked at her. “Because I love them. And maybe, with time, more can happen.”
“More?” Greer asked, the cutest line forming in the center of her forehead.
Nathalie’s breath caught. Honesty was the raw deal, and with all of that laid out in front of her, between them, she couldn’t deny it any longer. “Yes, more.”
Swooping in, Nathalie pressed their lips together. Greer gasped, her fingers tightening on Nathalie’s arms, but Greer didn’t push her away. Instead, Greer pulled her closer. Nathalie parted her lips and waited for Greer to do the same before she slid her tongue out and touched Greer’s. The sigh that rushed through her was instantaneous. She had been longing for this touch, for this experience. She’d put herself in the situation so many times and denied them each time, and all for what? Because this was amazing.
“Don’t stop,” Nathalie murmured against Greer’s mouth, pushing her backward toward whatever hard surface she found first. “Don’t stop.”
“I thought…” Greer paused as Nathalie started to kiss her way down Greer’s neck and slid her hands along Greer’s sides to her hips, pushing her yet another step back. “I thought you didn’t do emotions.”
Nathalie hummed, finding the buttons to Greer’s pants. “There are exceptions to every rule.” Nathalie kissed her again, hard, increasing the heat of their touches. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” Greer said, her eyes half-lidded. “Don’t stop.”
“Good girl.” Nathalie smiled as she slid her hand down the front of Greer’s pants. But Greer was dry and closed. Nathalie hummed and started to kiss Greer again, slowly and delicately touching her with just two fingers. They were going to have to work into this. Nothing between them was ever going to be easy, was it?
She moved her mouth down Greer’s neck again to the tops of her breasts through the thin T-shirt that she wore. Nathalie opened her mouth and pulled Greer’s nipple and breast between her lips. She soaked the fabric of the shirt with her tongue while continuing the soft, gentle strokes on the outside of Greer’s nether lips.
“Nathalie,” Greer breathed her name like a prayer.
Nathalie flicked her tongue over Greer’s hardened nipple and then left the wet fabric where it was. That would add a sensation that she couldn’t physically manage. Moving back up, Nathalie kissed her again, hard. She pushed Greer into the wall, covering her entirely with her body. Nathalie’s heart raced, and her head was light and fuzzy. She had to slow her breathing if she was going to do this. She had to keep herself steady if they were… Nathalie moaned as she nipped Greer’s lower lip and dove with her fingers into Greer’s hair.
Greer bucked back at her, hands against Nathalie’s back and dragging her in even closer. What was she thinking right now? What was she feeling? Nathalie wanted to know absolutely everything. She pushed one finger past Greer’s outer folds and found her damp. Nathalie closed her eyes, moaning at just that sensation alone. It had been a good few years since she’d slept with a woman. Men were so much easier to pick up for quick fucks than women were. But there was something about the softness of a woman’s body, the ability to have to work hard for an excellent payoff, that Nathalie adored.
“Inside me,” Greer begged, her voice fading into the room.
Nathalie did as she was told, sliding two fingers deep inside Greer’s body. She thrust immediately, and then she pulsed her fingers. Greer keened, tossing her head back against the wall and jutting her hips forward.
“Fuck me,” Greer said, a soft resolve to her words.
Nathalie scraped her teeth down Greer’s neck, sliding her free hand up and under Greer’s shirt, so fucking happy that the woman seemed to rarely wear a bra when she wore T-shirts. It was something Nathalie had noticed and had promptly told herself to stop noticing. But now she couldn’t help herself. She rolled Greer’s nipple between her fingers, pinching her lightly and smiling when Greer arched her back and groaned in response.
“Fingers aren’t enough.” Greer’s eyes popped open, and her hands were at the waist of her pants in an instant. She pulled Nathalie’s hand from between her legs and shucked her pants down to her ankles. “Mouth. Fingers. I need everything.”
Nathalie swallowed, watching with awe how quickly Greer pulled her clothes off and tossed them to the side. She touched her large breasts, massaging them as she stared at Nathalie expectantly.
“Now,” Greer added.
Nodding, Nathalie lowered herself to her knees. She scooted herself in closer and held onto the backs of Greer’s thighs as she pressed her face against Greer’s pussy. She breathed in deeply, that scent of arousal sending shockwaves through her own body. She couldn’t wait for Greer to touch her. She couldn’t even begin to imagine just how good it was going to feel to have Greer inside her, against her, touching her.
“Nathalie,” Greer said firmly.
When Nathalie looked up, Greer was giving her a hard look. “Mouth and fingers. Now.”
Right, that’s what she’d been doing. Nathalie parted her lips and pressed her mouth fully against Greer’s pussy. She slid her tongue out, tasting her and moaning because fuck, she tasted amazing. Digging her nails into the backs of Greer’s legs, Nathalie pulled her a little closer and parted her knees a little wider. Just enough to get herself right where she wanted.
Looking up, Nathalie could see hardly anything other than Greer’s belly and her hands moving against her breasts. Nathalie closed her eyes, concentrating, not just on what she was doing to Greer in that moment but on what her own body was telling her. Because unlike Greer, she could feel herself dripping with ecstasy, and the anticipation that this would be reciprocated? That sent shivers up and down Nathalie’s spine.
“Concentrate,” Greer ground out the word and rocked her hips into Nathalie’s face.
Nathalie smiled to herself, dipping her tongue as deep within Greer’s body as she could manage to go. Her cheeks were damp, her nose was pressed into curls that seemed to go on for days, wild and pure and untouched. But fuck, Greer had been touched. So many times. And Nathalie had been the one left out of all of that until now.
It hadn’t been Greer.
She’d been right at the center of everything, and Nathalie had been left to spin off kilter until she finally admitted that perhaps this woman was the one who was bringing them all together and holding them there. Nathalie shifted, bringing her right hand forward to slide those two fingers right back inside Greer.
She pressed them against Greer, and immediately started to move her tongue against Greer’s clit. The echoing moan was exactly what Nathalie had wanted to hear. She’d heard it before, the hitch in Greer’s voice as her arousal grew in intensity, the way her hips moved, rubbing against Nathalie’s face because Greer was slowly and wonderfully losing control of everything.
Nathalie closed her eyes and remembered what it had been like to watch Greer and Lachlan tangled up in the bed right behind them, their naked bodies pushing together, the fingers and tongues, the gasps.
Pulling back sharply, Nathalie closed her eyes and held in her own moan of pleasure. She pressed her forehead to Greer’s hip and slowed her breathing and her heart. She was so fucking close. She’d never done that before. She’d come from a dream, from touching herself more times than she ever could count, from someone else touching her. But she’d never come just from imagining someone else, from giving pleasure to someone.
“Nathalie,” Greer’s voice was sharp. “Don’t stop, remember?”
Saying nothing, Nathalie moved her mouth right back to Greer’s clit. If she was going to come, then so be it. It would be an experience to put in the books for sure. She went back to exactly what she had been doing, tasting and teasing Greer, pulsing her fingers, and remembering what it had been like to watch Greer and Lachlan. If she imagined hard enough, she could picture Ivy in there too, encouraging them, teasing them, laughing that little laugh she had when she knew she was right.
Nathalie ripped herself away again, gasping as her pussy clenched, at the pressing of her thighs together as she sat on her knees only added to exactly what was happening right now.
“Nathalie!” Greer demanded. “Don’t stop.”
Without thinking, Nathalie went right back to Greer. Her pussy pulsed as she licked and teased, as Greer dripped down her fingers, as Nathalie lapped up that flavor with wild abandon. She should never have held back from this. She’d put them all in a position that would so easily tear them apart when it would have been so much easier to just give in all those months ago.
That first time Greer had looked at her like she was delicious.
That first time Nathalie had fingers inside herself, imagining Greer against her.
That first time they’d fought.
Nathalie groaned as Greer planted a hand on the top of her head and thrust her hips into her and then stilled, making small movements instead of the big jerks with her body. Greer pulsed around Nathalie’s fingers, and Nathalie slowed her licks and tastes. She could still feel the lingering tingles in her own pussy from her unexpected orgasm, from the way she was sitting with pressure still pushing against her.
“Get on the bed,” Greer said, her voice low.
Nathalie held onto Greer’s legs, needing to calm her body a bit more before she attempted to stand up. And Greer stayed right where she was. She didn’t push Nathalie to move any faster than she was ready.
Finally, Nathalie pushed herself upward, holding onto Greer’s arm as her head continued to spin a little longer than necessary. She hated that that happened now. But it would all be worth it in the end, wouldn’t it?
Greer bit her lip and eyed Nathalie over. “I assume we can do this, right?”
“What?” Nathalie frowned slightly, her brain trying to catch up to her mouth. “I literally just fucked you against the wall and you’re asking if it’s okay to have sex now?”
Greer’s lips curled upward into a brilliant smile—it reached all the way to her eyes. She shook her head and pulled Nathalie in for a quick kiss. “No, because of your pregnancy, Nathalie. Are you okay to have sex?”
“Oh, yeah.” Nathalie frowned, her brain still spinning slower than it should have. “I was cleared last week. Besides, I already…” Nathalie trailed off. Why was she acting shy all of a sudden? That wasn’t her at all. Taking that boldness back, she took Greer’s hand and shoved it down the front of her pants. “I already came.”
“That you did.” Greer’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “And without any help from me. Pity. Guess we’ll just have to do that again.”
“All the help from you, actually.” Nathalie moved in and stole a kiss. “You and Lachlan and Ivy.”
“Oh? Fantasizing about all of us together?” Greer chuckled lightly. “I can see why that would overload your senses and make you come.”
Nathalie grunted her agreement. “Another one for a future time, yes?”
“If they’re up for it. I’ve already had both Lachlan and Ivy together, and I have to say, that was…overwhelming for the senses to say the least.”
Nathalie’s back stiffened. “Together?”
Greer cocked her head to the side, her lips playing at a smile. “You really didn’t know, did you?”
“I suspected.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t know for certain.” Greer thrusted two fingers inside Nathalie, causing her to groan and press her forehead against Greer’s shoulder to keep herself upright. “You play a mean game of poker, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Nathalie grunted as Greer started a patterned movement of thrusts. “Fuck, Greer. I didn’t mean right this second.”
“Oh, did you want a longer break?” Greer kissed Nathalie’s cheek, then just under her ear. “I can give you a longer break if you want. Maybe get you undressed a bit?”
Nathalie moaned, wrapping her arms around Greer before dragging her in for a deep kiss. She broke it, shaking her head. “No break. Yes naked.”
Greer didn’t move her hand away from between Nathalie’s legs, but she did walk them slowly and carefully backward toward the bed. “I told you to get on the bed.”
Nathalie pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra easily. Her pants were a much harder feat, especially when Greer refused to remove her fingers, and every time Nathalie bent down to push her pants down, Greer would slide her thumb across Nathalie’s already sensitive clit.
When she finally had her pants around her ankles, Nathalie gave up and shifted herself onto the edge of the bed. Greer bent down and pressed her mouth immediately against Nathalie’s clit. She didn’t wait at all. She went to town, starting a brutal pattern that Nathalie struggled to keep up with.
She just loved being touched like this, by a cocky, confident, arrogant partner who knew what they were doing and knew exactly how they wanted to pleasure her and be pleasured by her. She wanted to take all of those decisions and throw them back at someone so she didn’t have to think about it ever.
Nathalie pulled her knees up, curling slightly as Greer continued to kiss, lick, and tease her. She stayed on her back and cried out, not holding back on the moans or the sounds anymore. To hell with holding back. She’d never done it before, why do it now? If Lachlan and Ivy heard her? Then so what? It’d make it all that much sweeter the next time when one of them—or both—joined.
“So close,” Nathalie murmured. She couldn’t believe it. She’d barely just come once and now Greer was going to make her come again. They could go on for hours like this if they wanted, wrapped up in each other’s arms and pulling pleasure from each other until dawn.
No wonder Lachlan had slept in that next morning. Greer was a beast.
“Uhhh!” Nathalie cried out, pleasure swooshing through her in an instant. She groaned, pushing her legs together and against Greer’s head as Greer licked her from ass to clit. Nathalie moaned at the simple touch, her heart racing so hard that she was worried it was going to take her longer than it should to calm down.
Greer climbed on top of her, pressing their lips together in a wet, sloppy kiss. “One more for the road, and then I think we need to go talk to Lachlan and Ivy.”
Nathalie cupped Greer’s cheeks and pulled her back down. She slowed the kiss, using the time to calm herself, and ease the leftover tension in her body. “One for each of us.”
“Fair,” Greer said with a smile. “Then talking?”
“Fine. Yes, then talking.” Nathalie planted her heel into the edge of the mattress and pushed hard, flipping them over so she was on top. “Maybe two more each.”
Greer’s laugh was exactly what she needed to hear as she moved down to cover Greer’s hardened nipples with her mouth. Nathalie would never forget this.