Chapter 16
16
I wake up in a cocoon of warmth. I’m curled inside a big, secure bearhug, being spooned from behind.
And fucked from behind.
It all comes rushing back to me. I’m in Nate Boone’s bed. He very thoroughly obliterated my virginity, many times over. And he’s still inside me.
The tiniest bit of common sense creeps in with the morning sun.
Are you actually trying to get knocked up right now? Because it kind of seems like you might be.
I mean…not exactly. I’m late in my cycle right now and I think it’s safe. Then again, you never know.
But when you’ve missed someone this much, and yearned this hard for this long, and when you know for a fact that if you ever did want to get knocked up, he’d be the one and only one you’d want to do it, you tend to go with it. And when it’s this special and this wanted and it feels this fucking good, you don’t want to waste it by not letting things happen the way they will.
I don’t know. I feel too good to analyze it right now.
I’m safe, wildly comfortable, very sore in the best kind of way, and happier than I can ever remember being.
Nate trails slow kisses across my shoulders, nuzzling and licking my neck. He gently bites my earlobe and kisses my face, his beard rough against my skin. His massive rock-hard cock is slowly thrusting, in, barely out, and deeper in.
“Mornin’, gorgeous,” he murmurs and I can hear his slow smile. “Takes a bit to wake you, Tuck. Then again, I did keep you up all night.”
I bite my lip. “Hey, Boone,” I gasp, arching back to take more of him. From this angle, he sinks even deeper. I’m tender but so hot for him I don’t care. There’s definitely pain but I’m so wet from the last time he came inside me that it’s bearable. Who am I kidding, it’s more than bearable. It’s sweet pain and hot fire and I’m already getting close to tipping over another crazy peak.
Nate eases me onto my stomach, lifting and gripping my hips. He spreads my knees roughly with one of his, driving even deeper into me.
I moan into the pillow.
One of his muscular arms loops around me. The other hand finds my slippery clit, making a little cage with his fingers, squeezing in a light rhythm, rubbing and playing as he fucks me hard and deep. I slide into another rich, ridiculously intense orgasm that tugs strongly around his throbbing thickness, pulling his own release from him in lusty pulls, like my body craves his seed and won’t relent until it gets all of it. Another flood of liquid warmth pumps into me in hot pulses, overflowing down my thighs.
“ Roxie .” He growls my name like a prayer as he comes. “ You make me come so fucking hard .”
I’m pretty sure there’s nothing on Earth that can compare to this. Turns out, getting thoroughly made love to by a big, lusty, well-hung country-boy-who’s-all-grown-up is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
I think we just want to make up for all the time we’ve lost, all the years that have passed, when we could have spent them doing this .
I’m not sure I could ever get used to how good he feels.
Still inside me, he holds me in his arms. “I missed you, Tuck.”
“I missed you too.” I turn to look at his face and he kisses me slowly.
“I thought about contacting you a thousand times.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. I did.”
“You should have.” It occurs to me then that I could so easily have missed him. Something else could have come up this weekend and I could have stayed in Nashville and I never would have run into him like this. We never would have realized that we both felt like the other was the One That Got Away or the One That Never Quite Was. It feels like a huge misunderstanding. And it makes me never want to make the same mistake again. “I would have been so happy to hear from you, Nate.”
“Well, you’re going to be hearing from me a whole lot now, darlin’. I’m going to go make you breakfast in bed. Then we’re taking a shower. Then I have to go pick up Daisy. Then it’s up to you whether you want to hard launch at the hoedown. Since we just spent the night raw-dogging nonstop and you’re moving in with me, I figure we might as well go hard and let the relatives deal with the fallout however they want.”
I blink up at him. “I’m moving in.” It’s not quite a question and it’s not quite a declaration. I was kind of distracted when I agreed to that.
“You said so.”
“I mean, of course I want to. I’m just wondering how that will work. I probably can’t just take off and not show up for my job. They rely on me for a lot.”
“Maybe you could find some help and start delegating some of the work.”
“Yeah. I’ll have to talk it over with my brothers.”
“You let them control you too much.”
I can’t help biting back a light smile at his sudden surliness. I trace my fingers between his eyebrows, smoothing the light furrow. “Probably. But I can’t just leave them in the lurch either. Besides, you might need to do some delegating of your own,” I say gently. “There’s no point to me moving in if you’re never here.”
His expression is hard to read, but the lightly pissed-off scowl is, more than anything else, adorable. He’s mad because he wants me here. “We’ll figure it out.” He traces my cheekbone with the back of his fingers. “I built you an office.”
“An office?”
“Yes. An office.”
“For me?”
“We never got that far on the tour because you jumped my bones before we could, but there’s a lot more I want to show you.”
“Like what?”
He tortures me by taking his time, a mysteriously smug smile on his face. “Well, there’s your private office, then there’s the sauna?—”
“You have a sauna?” I remember the exact conversation once. We were all camping down by the creek one night and we were listing off things we’d put in our dream house if we ever got rich. Travis wanted a pool. Vaughn wanted a mechanical bull in his living room. Kade wanted a five-car garage with a Harley Davidson and a bunch of other cars I can’t remember off the top of my head.
They all ended up getting everything they wanted—although Vaughn’s mechanical bull happens to be in Kade’s apartment. He somehow convinced Kade that was a good idea .
I said I wanted a sauna. “I can’t believe you remember that.”
“I remember everything, Tuck. There’s also a recording studio in the lower floor. Fully soundproof.”
He has a recording studio? “For…the band?”
“They can record here if they want.” He’s being cagey about something.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
He just grins and blinks noncommittally.
“ Nate . Tell me.”
“Maybe later.” He starts getting up and I already miss his warmth. “Anyway, like I said, we’ve already wasted enough time and I’m going to be real with you, like I said I would. I built this house for you. So, any time you want to move in, just do it.”
“You built it…for me?”
“That’s what I just said, isn’t it?” Nate pulls his jeans on. I watch him do this and the view distracts me. Wow. He’s all lean, hard masculine muscularity and giant already-semi-hard-again manhood. It makes me want to pull him back to bed so I can lick his sun-bronzed skin and… suck on him until he comes.
He catches me checking him out. “You’re insatiable, darlin’. You trying to kill me or something?”
I laugh. “You’re just ridiculously hot, that’s all. And…reviving.”
He gives me that smile. The one that kills me and gets me wet. “Breakfast first. Then more orgasms. Don’t go anywhere.”
“I couldn’t move if I tried. I think it’s going to be a while before I can walk again.”
“Coffee, food and a shower will help.” Nate reaches to check his phone, which is on the bedside table. He slides it into his pocket.
“All’s well at the sleepover?”
“She braved it out. I knew she would. We talked about it.”
“That’s good, Nate. It’s a big step. Come to think of it, I wonder where my phone is. I’ve got some explaining to do to your sister.”
“I texted her last night and told her you were crashing here for the night.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. When you pulled up. I told her we were going to share a bottle of wine and you didn’t want to drive back until the morning.”
I narrow my eyes. “How could you be so sure I’d end up in your bed, Boone?”
“I could practically see the sparks flying off you, darlin’.” Nate smooths my hair and kisses my head. “You’re beautiful, perfect, and hot as fuck, gorgeous girl. Relax. I’ll be back with coffee and sustenance.”
Wow.
He leaves me and I actually pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. I doze a little, too sated to move. I block the thoughts that are trying to force their way in.
How will my brothers react to our “hard-launch”? And Dakota? How will we even make this work? Nate and I are both extremely busy people with a lot on our plates who live hours apart. We also had unprotected sex—a lot. Why did I even do that? How should we handle it? Should I do something about it…today?
I sigh, but it comes out sounding more contented than stressed about all of the above.
Right now, I want to savor the moment. All I want to think about is how good he felt. And how hard we came. My obsession with him wasn’t unrequited after all. It’s real, it’s shifted up several hundred gears and it’s now on supersonic overdrive.
What if he was just getting you out of his system? Are you really ready for a relationship, a six-year-old—and possibly a baby? What are you doing, Roxie?
I’m getting laid, thank you very much, I defiantly tell my subconscious. Finally. By the hottest man in Tennessee. So there.
Nate returns with a large tray full of fruit, toast with homemade jam (I’d know Betty-Ann’s homemade strawberry jam anywhere), blueberry muffins (also signature Betty-Ann), glasses of orange juice and steaming mugs of coffee.
See? He’s perfect.
He hands me my phone. “You left it on the kitchen counter.” Welcome back to reality. “I didn’t look,” he smirks. “But it’s lighting up. ”
Just then, another text comes through. From Dakota.
Are we sisters yet???
I sigh and show Nate. “I guess she’s okay with it then.”
Nate sets the tray down on a table and brings me a mug of coffee. “We don’t care what anyone else thinks. We’re fully-functioning adults. What we do is up to us.”
“I know. We just happen to have extremely over-interested, meddling families.” I scroll through all my messages. “Aaand, it looks like the Boone-Tucker grapevine has already spread the news far and wide. I’ve got missed calls from both Travis and Vaughn and a whole bunch of messages from both of them telling me to call them ASAP.”
Another text comes through from Vaughn.
ANSWER YOUR PHONE OR WE’RE COMING OUT THERE, SUNSHINE
I don’t bother showing Nate that one, but I send a quick reply—in shouty all-caps, like he did, to emphasize my point—even though I’m sure it’s an empty threat.
I’M FINE. GO WRITE ANOTHER ALBUM
Nate goes into the bathroom and turns on the shower. “They’re going to have to get used to waiting until after I’ve given my girl another round of orgasms. We’re making up for lost time. Come with me, Roxie Tucker. Time for another one.”