Chapter 22 Kat
I’m pretty sure the food's delicious, but I’d be lying if I said I was really paying attention to it.
It’s kind of hard to pay attention to anything right now, though, with Nathan’s cock buried inside of me.
I’m not sure if it’s torture because he’s not moving, or it would be worse if he were, especially considering the fact that we’re far from alone right now.
I chance a glance around the table through my eyelashes and breathe a sigh of relief when I find most everyone eating.
That is, until Alex catches me looking at him; the smirk that pulls at his lips lets me know he knows exactly what Nathan is up to and likely has since the moment he asked me to sit with him.
I reach for my water, but before I can wrap my fingers around the glass, Alex snags it, pulling it down the length of the table and just out of reach.
“Oh damn, that’s not your glass, Alex,” Des says, and I don’t even need to look at him to know he’s smiling from ear to ear; I can hear it.
“Oh, you're right, Des,” Alex says in a mocking tone that has me glaring up at him. “My bad, Cherry.” He doesn’t sound like it was ‘his bad,’ and I purse my lips, looking back and forth between them.
What are they up to?
“Don’t tease her,” Nathan scolds them both, and I almost smile as he comes to my defense, but his next words sober me quickly.
“Grab the glass, Kat.”
Nathan’s words brush over me like a physical caress, and it’s impossible to miss the demand that accompanies them.
I feel every inch of him as I move forward, sliding along his length until I can just reach the glass with him still inside of me.
With the glass in my hand, I slide back slowly.
I can’t see his face because my back is to him, but I can feel his body tense.
The feel of him slowly filling me again is enough to almost have me moaning aloud, but I somehow manage to keep my mouth shut.
“Fuck,” Des whispers, his voice low and rough, and if there was any question if he knew what was happening, it’s answered as I look up and see his pupils are blown wide, his teeth dug into his knuckle as he watches us.
Unfortunately, I’m not the only one who noticed his comment.
“What?” Oliver asks, looking toward him in concern. I look away, unable to meet his gaze should he turn his question this way.
“Just fucking delicious.” My cheeks heat up because I know damn well he isn’t talking about the food, at least not entirely.
I sit for a moment, unsure what to do or what Nathan wants from me, before he chimes in and lets me know.
“It is delicious,” he says to Des before turning his attention to me. “You should eat before it gets cold.”
“Okay,” I mumble, mindlessly shoving food in my mouth.
“Slow down.” Nathan’s hand grips my hip, centering me, and I let out a long breath before I nod and try again.
I reach for the slice of pizza and savor the rich sauce and fresh ricotta, which might just be my new favorite pizza topping.
“So what’s the meeting for?” Des asks after a few tense minutes of silence while we all eat, and I almost choke on my bite of some kind of noodle; I think he called it carbonara.
Nathan takes a second to respond, and for a moment I think he won’t.
I swallow down the pasta and gulp down some of my water before he grabs my hips and yanks me back, pressing him impossibly deeper, his piercing making me momentarily see stars.
“It’s come to my attention that we’re not all on the same page.”
I breathe through the sensation of him inside of me and try to focus. It’s unfair that he can be so unfazed by this when it’s taking so much for me to even think past the feel of his cock filling me.
“And while it’s not required, some of you have been skirting around feelings, and the only way we can move forward as a family is for us to figure out where we stand.”
“Or sit, if you're Kat.” I whip my head toward Alex, eyes wide because there’s no way to miss what he was just implying.
“I’ve got a lap you can come keep warm if you get bored with his.” He sits back, rubbing a hand over his very obvious erection.
Nathan huffs but doesn’t take the bait from his jab, instead turning his attention back to the rest of the table.
“Neither you nor Desmond was part of the question in this.”
“So, while you figure it out with dumb and dumber, let me have a turn. Share, brother.” His voice is low and gravelly, nearly a growl as his eyes rake over me, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, and I feel my skin flush.
Nathan wraps an arm around my waist and holds me to his chest as he pushes to stand.
His other arm sweeps out in front of me, pushing our dishes to the floor in one swipe, and they fall to the floor, shattering and bouncing and no doubt making a huge mess.
I only have a moment to think about it, though, before he steps forward, pressing me to the table and making everyone in the room very aware of how we spent this meal.
It should embarrass me, and in some ways it does, but there’s more than that. I feel their gazes on me, and I can’t stop the need to squirm. Sitting with Nathan’s cock inside of me for the whole meal had been hard, literally, but now it’s almost torturous that he isn’t moving.
“Aw, Kitten, what’s wrong?” Des asks, folding his arms and resting his head on top of them so that they were nearly eye to eye. “Is he teasing you?”
The only sound that leaves my lips is a little whine, even though I’d fully intended to say words.
Though which words, I’m not exactly sure.
“So, our family meeting today is not to discuss so much as decide how we would like to handle our relationship moving forward.”
“Nathan,” I manage to hiss, attempting to push up from the table but not going far. I look back over my shoulder at him and find him watching me, his face blank, but his eyes tell me how much he’s enjoying the view, the power.
They also tell me I messed up.
“Sir,” I quickly correct myself and watch the corner of his lips twitch just the slightest bit before his hand comes down on my right ass cheek, hard.
I suck in a breath through my teeth; the sting makes tears well in my eyes, but I blink them away as his hand covers the now-warm skin, soothing it.
His gaze holds mine, and I try again.
“I don’t think this is an appropriate way to have this meeting.” That’s putting it lightly, but the only way to say it that I feel isn’t being rude and won’t leave me with matching prints on my backside.
Nathan braces his hands on the table beside my head, cutting off my view of Des and ensuring he has my full attention.
“Do you have an issue with this, Kat?” He’s suddenly very serious, and I have to take a moment to think about my answer.
Do I have an issue with what’s happening right now?
“No,” I tell him with serenity before I look up toward the rest of the table, despite not being able to see past the food. “But they might.”
Alex barks a laugh so loud that I jump, and Nathan moves back enough for me to turn back to look at Alex, carefully keeping my gaze from Vince and Oli further down the table.
“There isn’t a soft dick at this table right now, Kat.
I assure you nobody has an issue with the show, unless of course you count the fact that we wish we were the ones participating instead of watching.
” He leans forward, pressing a kiss to my lips, and I’m so thrown off by his words I don’t register it fast enough to be able to kiss him back, instead staring up at him like I’ve lost my mind.
“I don’t think they deserve the show personally, but who knows? Maybe it's enough to pull their heads out of their asses.” With a shrug, he falls back into his chair. Grabbing his glass of wine, he pushes his chair back so that I have a very clear view of him palming his cock through his pants.
I wonder how long his pants will last.
“Doubt it. I already tried it once with Vince, and as far as I saw, all he did was kiss her head and put her to bed after.” Des falls back into his chair, and I turn to see him pouting, arms crossed as he glares at Vince.
Despite his obvious annoyance, he’s also hard as a rock, not even attempting to hide his erection that’s tented in his dark jeans.
“I think it’s important they see what they’ve been missing,” Nathan says, and I know he’s talking to me. Ensuring I’m okay with this before he continues.
“Okay.” The word leaves my lips without a second thought. If Nathan thinks this is a good idea, I believe him.
I trust him with my life.
The second the word leaves my mouth, he’s moving; his arm wraps around my front, his large hand grasping my chin and forcing my gaze up.
My eyes lock with Oliver’s, and I gasp aloud, and it has nothing to do with the way Nathan is fucking me and everything to do with the way Oliver’s looking at me right now.
Oliver is hesitant, to put it lightly. I’d hoped that the safety of a contract would help him to feel better, and while it might have taken the edge off, I don’t think it did much more.
I was beginning to think he really just didn’t much like me like that.
That was until we came to Italy. He’s still a little withdrawn, but the trip to the library and bookstore with Addy the other day felt like we had moved mountains.
Unfortunately, that had been all it was. Once we got back, he nearly ran from me, and I haven’t seen much of him since.
But now, well, I’m not sure I could mistake the way he’s looking at me even if I tried.
His pupils are blown wide, his jaw set as if his teeth are clenched, both hands on the table, his knuckles white, and though I can’t see them, I’m sure he’s going to have crescent-shaped marks on his palms later from the bite of his nails.
As I hold his gaze, I see him swallow hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing and nostrils flaring.
I’d never known I enjoyed being watched before that night, all those months ago, with Des and Alex, but with how often it seems to happen, I thought I’d grown used to it, expected it even.