Chapter 30
NOLAN
30
Ihaven’t felt this way in a long while. Lying in the cocoon of my bed with the woman I’m crazy about curled up against my chest.
For years, I couldn’t even admit to myself that I wanted Inez. In my mind, she was so far outside of my league. I’d made peace with it. I’d accepted it. But now, she’s here in my bed, clinging to me like there’s nowhere in this world she’d rather be.
And everything about this night is perfect.
I draw my fingertip across the expanse of her thigh, slowly tracing letters. All the things I’m too coward to say aloud to her, I trace them on her skin.
P.
I love the way her arms feel around me. She holds me so tight, like she needs me to survive.
E.
Her kisses take my breath away. hungry, wild, desperate. The woman kisses like she’s starving for me.
R.
The little sounds she makes are addictive. Hearing her moan for me gets me high like a drug.
F.
And her body is so expressive. The way she squirms and clenches and arches her back. The way she completely drenched my sheets with her desire.
E.
I’m hypnotized by the way she looks at me, those pretty eyes dazed and desperate.
C.
This woman is absolutely perfect in every way.
T.
Inez Machado could have any man in this town, any man in Hollywood, too. But she looks at me like I’m the only one she would even consider.
She’s perfect, perfect, perfect.
And now that I’ve fucked her, Everything is different in my mind. All I keep thinking is I’ve got to keep her for good. I don’t care that I don’t deserve her. I don’t care that she can do better than me.
Now that I’ve been inside her, I can’t not have her. I can’t not make her mine.
She’s mine. Mine, mine, mine.
I just have to convince her of that.
“I should go get cleaned up,” she murmurs, sleep clinging to her quiet words in my poorly-lit room. “I’m sticky everywhere.” She giggles softly.
I start to ease out from beneath her. “Hold on. Let me go grab a warm towel. I’ll clean you up.” She will never leave this bed again if I have anything to say about it.
She twists around in the tangled sheets to face me. “No, I need a shower. After my shift at the bar and then getting fucked to a pulp, I definitely need a shower.”
I tenderly kiss her forehead. “You’re tired. I won’t judge you if you’d rather have a sponge bath courtesy of yours truly.” I waggle my eyebrows as I make the offer.
She laughs. “I’ll take you up on that sponge bath some other time. For tonight, I need to wash this day off of me.”
Inez swings her legs over the edge of the bed, but I swerve around her, hopping to my feet. Before her soles can hit the floor, I’ve scooped her up into my arms.
She yips in surprise as I stomp out of the bedroom, carrying her. With the way she’s adoring looking at me with her arms thrown around my neck, no one could convince me that I’m not Superman carrying Lois Lane out of a burning building. My chest puffs up with machismo.
In the bathroom, I sit her on the vanity counter and turn on the faucet to warm up the water of the shower.
I turn to find her eyes beaming at me with admiration. “What’s that look…?” I ask her.
She grabs my wrist, pulling me to stand between her open thighs. She tenderly cups my cheek. “How come no one ever told me you could be so sweet?”
“Sweet?!” I scoff, offended. “There’s nothing sweet about what I’m planning to do to you in the shower, Stargirl.”
A shiver passes through her at my growl. “Oh my god. More? You’re going to make me come again? You savage!” She pants, her gaze twinkling with restrained excitement. “I already need a chiropractor to get me realigned after the things you did to me in your bed.” She kisses my jaw.
I pull away and test the temperature of the water. “See? Told you I’m not sweet.”
“You are.” She insists, poking my chest. “With all the forehead kisses and the compliments and the carrying me around. I’ve uncovered your sweet side, Nolan Brighton. Admit it.” She smirks.
“Never!” I protest, scooping her off the vanity and plopping her under the stream of warm water. “I’m gonna make you reconsider by the time I’m done with you.”
I shampoo and condition Inez’s hair. Then I lather up a dollop of body wash to clean her skin. I take my time, running my hands over her curves, massaging and caressing her body. She reacts viscerally to my touch. She’s limp against my chest, purring and moaning as I stroke her all over.
When I get to her feet, I command her to sit on the edge of the tub. Then I drop to my knees, taking her sole into my hands.
Inez giggles throughout the process. “Wow. You’re a very thorough boy, Boss Man.”
“I’m only getting started, babe…” I say, making sure to carefully clean her heels and in between her toes.
Her laughter quickly subsides when I bring my lips to the arch of her foot. “Nolan…” she croaks on a razor-edged gasp.
Locking my eyes on hers, I suck her pretty toes into my mouth, each one in turn. She pulls in a sharp breath.
“What are you doing?” Clearly, she’s in utter shock. She looks at me like I’ve gone crazy. I think, maybe I have.
I just keep on kissing her foot. “Worshipping you like the goddess you are.” I run my lips up the arch of her foot. “Putting you up on the pedestal where you belong.” I slide my tongue along her sensitive flesh. “Begging your forgiveness for being too coward to claim you sooner.” I pause, meeting her heavy-lidded gaze. “I regret it so much, Inez. We lost so much time.”
Closing her eyes against the rivulets running down her face, she throws her head back on the wall and groans. “We’re definitely making up for it tonight.”
Her fingers slide into my hair. “That feels really…that feels really good.”
“Good.” My voice is a low rumble. “Touch yourself.”
With her other hand, she starts to play with her clit. I’ve got a front row seat to her enjoyment as I keep worshipping her feet.
It doesn’t take long until she’s coming yet again. The pleasure twists her features and she screams. She’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
The water is cold now, hitting my back like icicles. But that doesn’t bother me. I just want to make her feel good.
I’d give anything to press her against these tiles and fuck her right here. But I don’t have any condoms in the bathroom. I know how babies are made, and I can safely assume that Inez is not ready to take that step with me tonight.
I stand up, turn off the water and towel her dry. Then we walk hand in hand back to bed. I sit on the mattress and reach for a condom in the drawer. But before I can put it on, Inez pushes me sideways across the bed with a hard shove.
“What are you doing?” I laugh as she climbs up my body.
She lowers her pussy over my face. Then she gently reaches for my erection and leans down. “Worshipping you. Because you’re a god to me, too, Nolan.”
Stars pop and explode before my eyes when this magical woman puts her mouth on me. Her lips encapsulate my dripping crown and she sucks on just the tip.
She starts to moan. “Wow. You taste so good,” she says breathily. And then her tongue swipes over the spongy head before making a circular motion.
Groaning, I grab her hips and pull her wet pussy on my face. “Look at you. Just got out of the shower and you’re making a mess again. How come I never knew you were such a dirty girl?” I give her a long, hard lick. “You like being a dirty slut for me?”
“God, yes,” she mutters, her mouth full of my cock. She takes more and more of my length until the head is lodged in her throat.
“Yeah. Suck my cock, my dirty girl.”
We give each other pleasure, holding nothing back. Inez gags on my dick as I lick her, swallowing every drop of her arousal that drips from her pussy. We don’t stop until we’re on the verge of another orgasm.
Grabbing her hips, I gently ease her off my face and search around for the condom that’s lost in the sheets. She watches in fascination as I sheathe myself with the rubber.
“Ride me,” I order her with a slap to her ass.
She doesn’t hesitate, climbing on my dick and bouncing with reckless abandon.
I reach up, cradle her breasts, massage them roughly. Fuck, she’s a sight to see. “You’re so pretty riding my dick. Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful…”
She lays a hand over mine, guiding me to squeeze her breast. “You make me feel beautiful.”
I pinch her hard nipple and she flies over the edge. I don’t last one second longer. A bolt of electricity flashes through my body and I explode right along with her.
We lie together, tangled limbs and sweaty skin. I’m struggling to regulate my pulse. I yawn and my arms come tighter around Inez. I’m exhausted and I feel myself starting to drift off.
I’ve just slipped into dreamland when I feel her trying to wiggle herself out of my arms.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I mutter into her wet, sweet-smelling hair.
“I should let you get some sleep. I’ll go back to—”
“No. Don’t go back to that lumpy couch.” I don’t even let her finish her sentence. “Stay. Stay with me.” I slowly draw a finger down the center of her back, over her vertebrae.
She emits a nervous laugh. “So you can have unlimited access to my pussy all night?”
For me, this is no laughing matter. “So I can hold you close to me,” I correct her.
Inez goes stiff in my arms. Her thoughts get so loud, they’re like a separate force in the room.
I press my lips to her forehead. “Don’t overthink it. Just stay.”
She’s silent for a moment but I can almost hear her weighing her options inside her head.
Finally, she speaks, draping her arm across my chest. “Fine. But I’m not staying for you. I’m only staying for the bed. It’s way more comfy than that stiff couch.”
I chuckle. “All right with me. Whatever you have to tell yourself to get through the night.” I hold her tighter.
We’re quiet for a while and sleep starts to pull me under, but I fight it off because I’m scared she’ll try to run away from me again.
After a moment, I feel a stuttered breath move through her chest. “I’ve never felt this way before,” she says, sounding a little bit afraid, too.
“I’ve never felt this way, either.” And that’s a loaded statement, because I’ve been married before. But no other woman even comes close to what Inez makes me feel. “You’re special to me. You know that, right?”
Inez shifts in my arms, craning her neck to look at me. “You mean, you don’t kiss the feet of every woman you sleep with?”
I chuckle into the air. There’s a facetious note in her voice but I know that deep down, a part of her seriously wants to know.
“Only you, Stargirl,” I say earnestly. “Only you.”
Sighing contentedly, she curls up next to me and falls asleep. I hold her tighter.
P-E-R-F-E-C-T.
Fuck whatever the hell it is I said about not believing in love. Inez Carolina Machado is perfect for me. And I’m not letting her go.