27. Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Nate
A fter we return to the bridge, get our t-shirts, and say goodbye, we make our way to the parking lot and Derek and Spencer give Adalie a hug before they leave. As soon as they’re gone, she grabs my hand and pulls me with her.
We walk for a while, and I’m curious where she’s taking me, but I don’t ask, my body thrumming with the adrenaline and having her with me. I’ve never jumped tandem before. Having someone put all that trust in me is heady and I can’t deny I want more of it.
She drags me into the trees, pressing her back against a large one, pulling me to her, lifting to meet my mouth with hers. She takes control of the kiss, arching into me. One of her hands sifts into my hair while the other slides under my shirt. I groan, pushing her into the tree.
I let her be in control; her need for me stoking my need for her. She kisses me with wild abandon, her mouth claiming mine, her nails dragging along my scalp.
“Adalie, what are we doing?” I ask.
“We’re making out. In a more private setting.” She wiggles her hips against me. “I want you to make me come, Nate,” she says boldly, in a way I’ve never heard from her before. “Right here. Now. I need to come.”
My cock strains at the fly of my jeans, telling me it wholeheartedly agrees with this plan.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “I’ve created a monster.”
She giggles and kisses me again. “Are you saying you don’t want to?”
“That’s not what I’m saying at all, princess,” I say, as I undo the button on the top of her jeans, then the zipper. “Thought this would be easier if you were wearing one of your pretty dresses. I’m just thinking about how far you’ve come from barely being able to tell me what you want, to this. It’s sexy as fuck.”
She lets out a small gasp as I push down her jeans and panties. My hand dips between her thighs, stroking her. She is so wet, my finger glides along her pussy easily.
She arches against my hand with a moan. Her breath hitches as I find that spot she loves so much and carefully circle it.
“I couldn’t have done that jump without you, Nate. Knowing you have my back—” She breaks off on a moan, her eyes fluttering closed for a second before opening again, meeting mine. “I trust you.”
Something about the way she says that, the way she looks at me, fills me with so much emotion I can’t name. I drop to my knees before her, tugging off one of her boots and the pants around that ankle. Then I lift her foot to my shoulder and devour her.
I need the taste of her more than I need my next breath. My tongue follows the same patterns as my fingers had earlier, licking deeply, kissing softly. I glance up. Her head is tilted back against the tree, her arms wrapped around the trunk behind her. Her hips shift in time with my licking as she rides my face. I slide two fingers inside her and her cunt grips me as she cries out. She’s close already. As much as I want to drag it out, tease her for a bit, I also need to be inside her. I need to feel her orgasm around my cock, but the only way to feel that is to get her over the edge like this first.
Over the last three months, we’ve learned that Adalie can only come on my cock if she’s come once before.
I focus on her clit now, flicking my tongue over it quickly as my fingers pump into her. She’s trembling and so wet the moisture is all over my hand.
“Nate,” she says, breathing hard. “Nate, I’m—”
But she doesn’t get to finish as her orgasm hits her, clenching those sweet muscles around my fingers. I lap it up until she’s screaming against her hand. After a moment, when she’s come down a tiny bit, I stand, swiftly pulling my dick out of my pants. I lift her up, pressing her harder against the tree, wrapping her legs around my hips and bury myself inside her in one smooth thrust.
It feels like coming home, like I’ve found heaven or paradise. Like a puzzle piece has clicked into place. I don’t know why this feels so much more than it has before. Maybe it’s the adrenaline or because of how she started everything, gave herself to me in this completely open way. All I know is I need her.
I begin pumping into her, thrusting hard, pinning her against the tree. She rides my cock like she rode my face, her head thrown back, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me like she had been when we’d jumped off the bridge. She is so wet, the sound of us coming together is hedonistic and lurid. I can’t get enough. I’ll never have enough of this perfect woman.
My orgasm is racing toward me, but I need her to come first. I need to feel it.
“Are you close, princess?” I ask.
She nods, her lower lip caught between her teeth, eyes shut as she meets my thrusts as best she can from her slightly awkward position. She sucks in a breath, and I have her. She lowers her head to scream against my shoulder, her pussy contracting around my cock this time, pulling my orgasm from me right after. I spill into her, unable to stop myself even if I wanted to.
We come slowly down from the high, Adalie carefully stretching her legs down until her feet touch the ground. The haze of lust starts to lift, and that’s when I realize what we’ve just done. I take a step away, shoving my dick roughly back into my pants.
“Fuck,” I mutter, turning away from Adalie, who looks so dishevelled, so obviously fucked, that I want to do it again.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
I don’t turn to look at her when I say, “I haven’t had sex without a condom since I got Katie pregnant.”
“Okay,” she says, and she sounds confused. “We’ve already talked about STIs. And you know I’m on birth control. It’ll be fine.”
But a sudden wave of fear swamps me. The thought of another situation like the one I have with Dani, where I need to say goodbye to my child every two weeks, burns me alive.
“I wasn’t thinking. You were so hot and you said all that stuff and were so determined.” I take a breath because that’s not what I want to say. “I don’t want to have anymore kids,” I say instead, but that’s not what I want to say either. I’m not even completely sure that’s true. That image I’ve been having for the past three months of the little baby with curly red hair pops into my head. I push it away. “This was so stupid. I can’t have any more kids. Especially not with—”
“Stout,” Adalie shouts, cutting me off.
I turn, blinking. She’s standing against the tree, her clothes fixed, her hands clasped so tightly in front of her mouth that her knuckles are white. Her eyes glitter with unshed tears. “What?” I ask.
“My safe word,” she says. “I’m using it.”
“Excuse me?”
She swallows and slides her hands down her clothes before straightening her shoulders and lifting her chin. It’s a movement she hasn’t used in front of me since the first night we slept together. What have I done?
“You said I could use it, and we’d stop whatever we were doing. I want to stop you right now before you finish that sentence. I don’t want to know what you were going to say. I’ve already been hurt by enough people who I love. I don’t want you to become another.”
I’d been about to say I can’t have more kids with someone without a commitment, without a plan. We haven’t even told Dani about us yet. I already hate the weeks when she’s with her mom. Katie is an amazing mother, and Dani is lucky to have her. But selfishly, I want my daughter with me all the time. I can’t have another situation like the one I’m in.
I’ve fucked it all up, just like I always do. I want to tell her I’m sorry, that we can fix this. That I will fix this.
But she used her safe word. It’s the only time she’s ever used it in the five months we’ve known each other. She hadn’t used it when she’d been too scared to jump off the bridge, but she used it now because of my reaction. And I’d made her feel like she needs to be brave. In a matter of a few words from me, she’d gone from trusting me completely to feeling like she can’t trust me at all.
She walks toward me, hands clenched into fists, head high as she meets my gaze, and I’m strongly reminded of the night we’d attempted to have dinner with her family.
“We had sex, Nate. Together. This wasn’t a one-person-did-something-wrong situation. In fact, I’m not sure anyone did anything wrong here. So I’m going to go now. Before you say something you can’t take back.”
She starts to walk away and panic claws at me. She’s going to leave me. I have to stop her. If she leaves, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get her back. I call out to her, and she turns. When she does, I see the first tear has slipped down her cheek.
I did that. I hurt her. Do I even deserve to get her back?
“We came here together. I need to give you a ride home.”
“No, Nate,” she says, shaking her head. “I don’t need anything from you right now.”