Chapter 24 #3
“Actually, I already look pretty and I think you need to be punished.” I smirk.
His eyes shoot up to mine. “Punished,” he repeats.
“Yes, I just told you I’m not a giddy schoolgirl and you didn’t bat an eyelash, are you saying I’m an old boiler?”
He laughs again. “Old boiler,” he repeats as he raises an eyebrow.
I nod as I smile, and he shakes his head.
“I’m not saying that at all. What I am saying, though, is that you’re a beautiful slut who is too good for me,” he whispers as he runs his whiskers down the length of my neck. I bite my lip to stifle my smile.
“Way out of your league, Stanton.”
He smiles. “And do pray tell who is in your league, Miss Marx?” His hands run down the length of my body to my behind and he pulls me onto his rock-hard erection. His eyes drop to my lips as he cracks his neck. Why do I find that so damn arousing?
I shrug and act nonchalant. “I don’t know, Joe Manganiello or Henry Cavill, Thor, James Bond, you know the type, all dominant and hot like.”
He licks his lips and then smirks. “Are you gagging to be punished, Miss Marx, by teasing me with interest in other men?”
I open my mouth to feign shock. “Me?” I smile.
“Yes, you. If it’s domination you want then I’m only too happy to serve it up,” he growls and picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
“Out of my league, let me initiate you into my league, Miss Marx.” He marches down the hall to our bedroom and he kicks open the door.
“There’s a reason your name has an X in it,” he growls as he slaps me hard on the behind before he throws me onto the bed.
I lie back as he rips my pants down and my shirt over my head so violently he nearly rips them.
I am panting as anticipation seeps through my bones, my head lies back as he spreads my legs and looks down at my glistening sex, his mouth slightly open.
He cracks his neck hard. Mmm. He looks up at me and without taking his eyes off mine he slowly undresses.
His body is hard everywhere and my eyes drop to his perfect manhood and my name burned into his side.
This is desire…pure unadulterated lust. I feel the familiar rush of moisture as he opens my legs to his gaze and swipes his fingertips through me, his breath catching at the contact.
How did I get here? So totally in love and lust with this magnificent beast. Just the thought of his domination over my body has me weeping for him and eager to please him.
He bends and runs his whiskers up the inside of my thigh until he gets to my center and without taking his eyes from mine he runs his tongue through my creamy arousal.
He lifts my legs over his shoulders and then he is in me, his tongue unleashed.
Oh damn, he’s good at this, my eyes close and my head rolls to one side as I watch him, my hands running through his hair.
He reaches up and links my fingers with his as his tongue dives deep into my body, long deep licks.
I’m close and I start to quiver, he releases my hand and pushes three fingers into me and I jump.
He sits back and watches me as he fucks me hard with his fingers, my eyes closing and my body finding a rhythm of its own and bearing down on him hard.
“Oh yes, that’s it, precious girl,” he whispers.
“Squeeze me and warm yourself up for my cock.” He starts to move his hand quicker and I can’t help it.
I start to jump, my body flying headfirst into a hard orgasm and I scream out loud.
He leans in and then slides into me as he lifts my legs over his shoulders, his open mouth on my inside ankle.
His hooded eyes watch me as my body tries to accommodate him.
God, it’s too much. I’m too sensitive, too swollen.
“Josh,” I whisper.
He slams into me harder. “Squeeze me and suck out my come, it’s yours.
” I close my eyes as I ride the deep punishing rhythm, each stroke harder and deeper than the last until I can take it no longer and I scream into his mouth as another powerful orgasm rips through me.
He stills and then it’s one…two…three pumps and he growls into my mouth as he kisses me hard.
We both pant, covered in sweat, as our hearts beat out of control.
“You’re going to kill me, woman.” He smiles and I gasp for breath.
“Not if you kill me first.”
It’s six o’clock and Joshua and I have had awesome makeup sex for approximately three hours and I’m ready to go to bed to sleep.
I haven’t really slept since Sunday when Josh started acting weird.
We are both wrapped in towels fresh from bed and yes, I feel even closer to him now that we have crossed another hurdle, how is that possible?
Joshua is in the kitchen eating everything he can find, because if I know him at all he has hardly eaten since Sunday and it’s now Wednesday.
I can hear ice banging in the shaker as he makes another chocolate protein shake. God, how does he stomach those things?
The keys sound in my door and I turn as Bridget comes in carrying the biggest McDonald’s paper bag in history.
“I bought supplies, chick.” She smiles. Oh shit, this is not going to go down well. I forgot to ring her back. She walks through and puts the bag onto my coffee table.
“Big Mac, extra-large fries and Coke and an apple pie for added cellulite.” She puts her hands on her hips and beams at me, feeling proud of herself. I stand still as Joshua comes around the corner, oblivious, in a towel. Her eyes turn into saucers as she sees him, and she turns and scowls at me.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she snaps. I squirm uncomfortably under her glare. She turns to Joshua.
“Get out, sleazebag, before I tip this Coke over your head.”
He looks at me and I gently shake my head signifying for him to keep quiet and thankfully he does.
“Start talking, Natasha, because you can’t be this gullible. A picture tells a thousand words and the picture me and the rest of the world woke up to this morning was Joshua Stanton doing another stripper.”
I bite my lip. This does look bad. Joshua doesn’t like that last comment and folds his arms in front of him as he rests the bottom of his foot against the shin of his other leg while he looks at her deadpan.
She glares at him. “Speak, asshole!” she yells.
“Not that it’s any of your business what goes on between my girlfriend and me but—”
She cuts him off.
“None of my business? Are you fucking kidding me?” OK, she’s losing it.
“Calm down, Bridget, it’s OK. He was trying to protect me.”
She looks at me like I have just grown another head.
“Seriously, if you pull your psychology shit out now, I am going to frigging kill you. Your boyfriend slept with a cheap stripper last night and you saw the photos and here you are in a towel playing happy families with him. What in the hell is the matter with you?” I wince as I sum up the situation from her perspective. She’s right, this does look bad.
“I didn’t sleep with her,” Joshua snaps. She turns on him like the devil himself pointing her finger in his face.
“I don’t care if she fucked you up the ass with a broomstick, you kissed her and that’s cheating! She waited seven fucking years for you, Josh, and this is how you repay her? Shaming her in public?”
He drops his head again in shame. “It was a bad decision, I will admit.”
“Oh, how big of you to admit it. You loser!” she screams.
He scowls at me and I know he wants to fight with Bridget but is holding back for my sake only. It’s not in his nature to handle someone being so aggressive toward him without snapping.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he growls.
She glares at him. “Don’t slip on the soap and break your neck, you asshole, I couldn’t handle it.”
He narrows his eyes at her and comes over and runs his hand down the length of my spine and gently kisses me on the lips. It’s a power play, he’s showing her who’s the boss. He’s lucky she doesn’t kill him on the spot; at this point I wouldn’t put it past her.
She glances around the living room and notices the suitcase. “Why do you have a suitcase out?” Oh god, not now, Bridget. Why is she so good at playing the bitch? My eyes drop to the ground, this is not the way to tell her.
“Natasha’s moving to LA with me.” My eyes snap up to him and he raises an eyebrow in defiance. I can’t believe he just said that. Bloody bastard.
“What?” she screams, “Have you lost the plot, Natasha? Over my dead body are you moving anywhere with this asshole.”
Joshua glares at her. “That could be arranged, Bridget. Don’t tempt me.”
“Is that a threat, Stanton? Because I swear to god it will be go time if it is.” Jeez this is getting out of control.
“Bridget, honey, calm down. Joshua, get in the shower. Now!” I throw him a dirty look and he frowns at me as if not understanding what he has done wrong. He storms toward the bathroom and she pulls me into an embrace.
“Natasha, please…don’t put up with this…he’s frigging brainwashed you or something. Let’s leave now. You can stay at my house.”
“Bridget, Bridget, Bridget,” I sigh as I hug her back. How do I get around this? “Bridget, I believe him and if that makes me an idiot so be it. But I can’t go against my gut instinct.”
Bridget pulls back and frowns at me. “You know you have always had a dodgy digestive tract.”
I laugh out loud. “Can you trust me, please, Didge?”
She scowls at me. “What would you say if this was Jeremy in that photo? How would you be acting?”
I give her a sad smile. “Exactly like you are, thank you for being a great friend.” She nods and flops on the lounge chair and blows out a deep breath.
“Fine but if he thinks he’s having any of this McDonald’s he can fuck off.”
I laugh again. I love Bridget. She has such an articulate way with words.
“I fucking adore you, precious,” he whispers as he withdraws from my body and rolls onto the mattress next to me.
His open lips linger on mine. I lie panting, still trying to catch my breath.
Honestly, he couldn’t get any hotter. Sex between us is incredible.
The sheen of perspiration thickly covers us, and I can still feel his heart beating heavily against my body.
I smile against his neck. He hasn’t said that to me for a while and I have to say I’ve missed hearing it.
“What’s so amusing?” he smirks.
“You are.” I smile.
He frowns. “Why am I amusing?”
I bend up and kiss him with an open mouth, my lips holding on to him. “Of all the things you say to me, that means the most.”
He frowns. “The most, of all the things I say to you? I fucking adore you means the most?” I smile and bend and kiss his shoulder and rub my cheek on his chest.
“It sounds crazy I know, but it was my olive branch. When we first started hooking up you always said it to me. It gave me hope that somewhere deep inside on some level, you still loved me.” My eyes tear up.
“Baby,” he whispers as he kisses my forehead. “How could you ever think anything else? I will always love you. I’ve loved you since I was a nineteen-year-old boy. When I saw you at the wedding I started freaking out because I knew instantly that I wasn’t strong enough to stay away from you.”
I get a really large lump in my throat and my eyes tear up again. “Josh, you nearly broke us. How could you throw me away so easily?”
He closes his eyes as if in pain. “Presh, I love you. Of course I wanted to put your needs before mine. I saw you with those little girls on the weekend and I know you will be a great mother. I couldn’t take that from you. You did the same for me, remember, when you were seventeen.”
I roll onto my back and tears run into my ears. “Josh, I put myself through self-inflicted torture. You have no idea the amount of remorse and guilt I felt. It nearly killed me, and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.”
He lies silent as he stares at the ceiling. “Do you want to know what I did after I kicked that girl out of my car around the corner the other night?” I nod and roll onto my side to face him.
“I ran on the treadmill for six hours, had a fight with Cameron and crashed my car.”
I frown. “Why in the hell did you have a fight with Cameron?”
“Because he told me I was a gutless prick and deep down I knew he was right and then he told me you were too good for me anyway. I just snapped. I couldn’t help myself.
We got into an argument and he told me to marry a stripper, seeing that’s all I deserve.
I disgust myself.” He puts the back of his forearm over his eyes.
I put my hands over my face. “Josh,” I whisper. “Have you seen him since?”
“Yeah, we made up late last night, but the guilt I felt knowing you would be heartbroken this morning had me going insane and, he’s right, I don’t deserve you.
Everything he said was completely true.” He goes silent.
“Tash, please don’t let me mess this up.
I can’t explain it, but it fucks with my head big-time knowing I depend on one person so much for my happiness. ”
I smile a sad smile. “I feel it too, Josh, and you’re right, I depend on you for my happiness. So, man up and make me happy, dickhead.” He growls and rolls me onto my back as he holds my hands above my head.
“You just got yourself a ticket,” he smiles into my neck.
I giggle. “To where?” I ask too sweetly.
“Pound Town,” he smirks as he bites me hard.