34. 34 Nathan
34: Nathan
“ O kay, you’ve been staring off into space for the past ten minutes, and it’s creeping me out,” Mae says to me as she kneels on my couch beside me. “What are you thinking about?”
I hum. “Just about where I want to kiss you first now that I can tell people you’re mine. How about a restaurant? Or a bar? Or I could just do it out in the middle of a busy street so cars have to stop and people have to watch us?”
A soft blush rises to Mae’s cheeks, and she releases a laugh.
A laugh that sounds like a thousand angels singing in perfect tune.
A laugh that causes my chest to tighten with adoration.
A laugh that captured my attention from the very beginning.
I hated having her as a secret. It felt dirty, and that’s the last thing Mae is. Her existence shouldn’t be hidden. It should be celebrated.
I nod towards the laptop on the coffee table in front of me. “I’ve been looking at apartments to rent in Florida near the vet practice. Found some really nice ones for a decent price.”
I never fail to notice how Mae’s smile subtly fades whenever Florida is mentioned. Her adverse reactions are discreet, but I know my girl. Something isn’t sitting right with her, and even though I’ve tried asking, she insists she’s just nervous.
I’ve offered to pay for her college tuition at a school of her choice so she can study anywhere she wants in the country if she doesn’t feel prepared for this program, but she always scowls at me and says, “I don’t want a handout.”
Her glower is enough to shut me up because Mae Bexley is scary when she’s annoyed. But I like it. It gets me going.
“Bennett’s invited us out,” she says, changing the subject, and I cock my head at her. She knows I’ll bring this up later, but for now, I’ll allow her to put her avoidance technique into play. “He said he wanted to celebrate finally being free of you.”
I take the phone from her and narrow my eyes at the texts on her screen. “That boy is going to get it when I see him.”
We make it to The Salty Dog quickly, mainly because Poppy kept messaging Mae and demanding she hurry up, and when we walk in, hand in hand, the lights flicker on, and a crowd of people jump out from poor hiding places to yell, “Surprise!”
My eyes shoot to Mae, but judging by her wide mouth and eyes, she also wasn’t aware of this.
Balloons float through the air, and there’s a huge banner taped to the back of the bar wall that says congratulations on breaking your contracts.
Bennett points to it proudly, and Poppy stands beside him with a smile so bright I’m sure it can be seen from space. Evan is standing next to a table covered in party snacks, and he marches over to hand us a card, Leo balanced on his hip.
I take it from his hands and immediately chuckle, the card reading Happy sixty-fifth birthday!
“Leo picked it out,” he tells me as his son giggles, his chubby cheeks rosy. “Now you’re gone, I’m the oldest on the team, so thanks for setting me up as the new recipient of all the old man jokes.”
“You’re very welcome, West.” I squeeze his shoulder and thank Leo for the card, chuckling at how he’s attempted to write his name inside. And I use attempted loosely. It looks like a bunch of squiggles.
Music begins to play and Poppy and Bennett rush over to us as everyone else starts to converse amongst themselves.
“It looks great in here.” Mae beams.
“Bennett spent forever on the sign,” Poppy tells us, flashing a grin at my best friend, who sends her a playful roll of the eyes.
“I can see that.” Mae nods to the red paint spatters all over the white of the sign, the writing sloppy, the paper wrinkled.
“I’m a football player, not an artist,” is Bennett’s defence.
Amber works hard over at the bar, serving people their drinks at lightning speed, and when Bennett leads Mae away to buy her one, Poppy grips my arm.
“Are you two gonna be okay with everything going on?”
Mae and I have been featured in the tabloids, and people have been talking about us online. However, Flo pulled through and got Elevate Publications to run a few positive stories about how love conquered all for a football player and cheerleader.
As she expected, other tabloids followed suit, and although there will always be someone with something negative to say, for the most part, people have been mostly respectful. Apparently, people love love. She even did me a massive favour and got them to feature Emmanuel’s wine store in some of the articles, and ever since, business has picked up significantly.
Some fans aren’t happy about me leaving the team, but they’ll soon forget about that when the Storks lift that trophy at the end of the Super Bowl.
“I love her,” Poppy says, and I follow her gaze, my eyes latching onto a laughing Mae who’s got Leo in her arms, bouncing him up and down as Bennett and Evan smile beside her.
Or what Evan would call a smile.
It looks more like he’s trying to hold in a fart.
“I do, too.”
“I know.” She releases a sad sigh. “I’m really going to miss you two. Florida… wow.”
Poppy’s looking up at me the same way Mae looks at me whenever Florida is mentioned.
Like she’s frightened. Like she’s concerned. Like she’s on the fence.
This shouldn’t be an on-the-fence kind of decision, though. Mae needs to be sure this is what she wants, and right now, I’m not so convinced.
I sling an arm around my sister’s shoulder, our gazes still on Mae, whose ass looks fucking phenomenal in her jeans. The jeans she was wearing the first time I laid eyes on her in Emmanuel’s wine store.
“We’ll be fine, Pops. You will be, too.”
She leans against me. “I know you will. You have her.”
We settle into a comfortable silence, but we both turn when someone clears their throat behind us.
Cam stares at me, hazel eyes that match Mae’s boring into mine. “Poppy, do you mind if I talk to Nathan for a minute?”
My sister retreats, joining the others. I raise my eyebrows at Cam, whose eyes flit over to his sister before he sighs and scratches at the back of his neck. To say he looks uncomfortable would be an understatement.
“I want to apologise. Threatening you—that wasn't right. I realise I misunderstood how serious you are about my sister. You giving up football for her… that’s shown me everything I need to know.” Guilt flashes on his face.
I won’t hold this against him. I can’t lie and say I wouldn’t be the same if I found out someone I didn’t trust was banging my baby sister. It was coming from a place of protectiveness.
“You don’t need to worry about it,” I tell him, shaking his hand. “Mae means a lot to you. I get that, but I want you to know that she also means a lot to me. It was never just casual with her. Ever.”
The thought of not spending the rest of my life with this girl makes me feel physically unwell.
“I appreciate that. Just please look after her. Because if you hurt her…”
I take another peek at Mae, who’s watching me and her brother over Poppy’s shoulder, her eyebrows slightly downturned as she tries to gauge what kind of interaction we’re having.
I shook her a wink. “You don’t need to worry about that, Cam.”
The party is in full swing a couple of hours later. Apparently, Evan also couldn’t say no to Leo when he picked up a giant rainbow unicorn pinata inside the party store, so people are currently smashing it to smithereens with a few branches Samuel retrieved from outside.
I’m not even sure there’s anything inside.
I take the time to grab Mae’s hand and pull her outside, pressing her up against the cold brick wall of the bar.
“We’re going to miss all the fun if we’re out here,” she playfully says to me, rolling her lips together.
I raise a brow. “I can think of another way for us to enjoy ourselves without brutally beating a paper mythical creature into the ground.”
“Hmm, I don’t know.” She tilts her head back towards the bar, where waves of shouts and cheers can be heard. “Sounds like they’re having a blast.”
“Trust me, you’ll be making a lot more noise than that in just a minute.”
My lips land on hers, and her fingers tangle themselves in my hair. When she pulls, I release a loud moan, full of pleasure.
My cock tightens in my jeans, and I trail my hands down to grip her hips. “You’ve been fucking teasing me with these jeans since the first day I first met you. With that round ass of yours. You know exactly what you’re doing wearing these around me.”
“I don’t know what you mean. They’re just jeans.” Her smirk gives her away, though. She knows her ass looks incredible in them.
Her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip, and my self-control snaps. My fingers unfasten the three buttons, revealing the top of her lacey red underwear.
Oh, you have to be kidding me.
I bend down and nip at the space below her belly button, gaining me a moan. She arches her back and presses herself into me, and I grip her ass, pushing her closer.
“Nathan, someone could see,” she says, her voice all breathy.
“You think I’d stop just because someone could see us? Oh, you’ve severely underestimated me, princess.”
My words cause her to tilt her head back as I dip my fingers into the front of her jeans and trace her pussy over her panties.
I’m teasing her. I’m well aware. But she’s been teasing me for months.
“Fuck, Nathan.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “More.”
“You want more?”
“Yes, I do. I need more.”
It’s enough for me to hoist her up in my arms and walk her over to my car. I slip into the front seat with her on my lap, and within seconds, I’ve discarded both of our jeans.
The parking lot is dark and quiet, with cars surrounding us. I know people could leave the party and see us out here, but there isn’t a sliver of me that cares. I want them to know Mae is mine. Always has been and always will be.
“Pull your panties to the side.”
She does as I tell her, and she bares her glistening pussy for me. So wet and needy.
I don’t rush it. I want this moment to last forever, so I use my index finger to spread her wetness onto her clit, keeping my touch soft as I twirl over it. She moans, and I hush her, telling her, “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
I slip two fingers into her and curl them, ensuring I’m hitting her g-spot each time I drag them out and thrust back in. I twist them, eyes trained on a panting Mae who’s clutching onto me for dear life—as if she can’t contain her desperation for me.
“You’re so fucking tight.” My voice is husky, laced with lust and love for this girl.
She’s absolutely ruining me, and I’m the one pleasuring her .
I clamp my teeth down on my bottom lip when Mae orders me to quicken the pace, but I ignore her request, teasing her. Keeping the same rhythm, I watch in satisfaction when she begins rocking against me, trying to chase the pleasure.
“Nathan,” she growls, nails digging into my shoulder.
“Yes, princess? Something wrong?”
Her free hand moves to play with her clit, but she draws her eyebrows together. “It’s not enough. More, Nathan. Please.”
Fuck. I love the way she says my name. I love it even more when she moans it, though.
So I give her what she wants, pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy at a merciful pace, watching her throw her head back and whimper.
My cock is throbbing, but I’m not one to skip out on foreplay. Pleasuring my girl and showing her that I care about her coming is one of my favourite parts of sex. Too many men don’t do it these days.
My other hand presses down on her clit, taking over from her, and I feel her walls tighten around my fingers, indicating she’s close.
“Is my girl going to come for me?”
Mae nods. “Yes, yes, I’m going to come.”
“Fuck, my dick is so hard watching you like this for me.”
Within seconds, she’s shaking, nipples hardening even more under her top—if that’s possible—as she erupts above me. The string of moans that leave her will forever be tattooed into my mind. Locked away. Only for me.
She comes down and rests her forehead on my chest. I plant a kiss on the top of her head, my dick twitching below. Even though she’s just orgasmed, she takes one look at rock-hard cock and drags her bottom lip into her mouth, eyes sliding to mine.
I can see the want in her eyes.
“My fingers weren’t enough for you, baby? You want my cock too?”
She leans back onto the dashboard and wiggles her hips, the wetness dripping from her pussy coating my thick thighs. “Nathan, I’m fucking desperate. Please.”
I know she she is. She doesn’t need to tell me. I can see it for myself.
“Take what you want, then.”
With her red panties still off to the side, Mae lowers herself down on me, inch by inch, until I’m bottomed out. We groan in unison. It feels so unbelievably good. Like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. No woman has ever done this for me.
I need to take a few seconds to take it all in.
“Fuck, you feel like fucking heaven. Show me how desperate you are, Mae. Ride my cock.”
She begins moving, bracing her hands on my shoulders as she bounces up and down on my cock. The sound of skin hitting skin fills the otherly silent parking lot.
I watch the space where our bodies connect before lowering Mae’s cami top, latching onto one of her breasts, and swirling my tongue around the beaded nipple. “You’re perfect, Mae. These tits are perfect.” I bite down, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to make her yelp. “This ass is perfect.” My hands grip it, kneading the muscle. “This cunt is perfect. Taking my cock so well.” I adjust my hips so my dick hits her sweet spot as she rides me, her head falling back as she mutters my name. “So fucking perfect. All of you.”
“Nathan, give me more. I need more.”
“You want to be fucked?” I ask her, holding on to her waist to cease her movement.
She nods, eyes hazy, a bed of sweat trickling down the swell of her breasts.
I manoeuvre her so she’s on all fours on the seat beside me, fingernails digging into the fabric and ass high. I kneel behind her over the console, swiping my cock through her wetness. My fingers skate against her clit, and she jolts.
“I’m going to need to hear you scream my name when you come, Mae,” I say as I push myself into her. “I want everyone here in Missarali to hear you. I want them to know what we are. Who we are. It’s you and me, okay?”
“Yes,” she responds. “You and me.”
“Good girl.”
I pound into her, and she chants my name. She’s so warm. So wet. Her pussy grips onto me like it never wants to let me go.
I would die happy right here. Buried inside Mae, with her body trembling for me as she pushes herself back with each of my rhythmic strokes.
I can see her face in the reflection of the car window. Her mouth is open in an ‘ O’ shape, and her eyebrows are pinched together as she blushes.
“Nathan! Your cock feels so good.”
“You’re so fucking incredible,” I bite out. “This was what you wanted from the very beginning, wasn’t it?”
“Do you need any more of an ego boost?” Mae responds between groans.
I stop moving, balls deep inside her. “You know what? I do. Tell me, princess. Tell me what you thought of me the first time you saw me.”
She’s silent, and I see in the window reflection she’s running her tongue along the front of her teeth in frustration.
“I’m waiting, baby.”
She grunts. “I thought you were the most attractive person I’d ever seen. I didn’t recognise you, but I was desperate to know who you were. I regret not going after you.”
I begin pumping into her again, but slowly. “Tell me more.”
“I wondered how big your dick was. Seeing you at practice… I wanted you.”
I hum. “Is that so?”
“Yes.”
My thrusts quicken. “Well, let me tell you what I first thought of you. I couldn’t believe there was someone who existed as beautiful as you. I thought it was almost criminal. Then, you opened up that mouth of yours. That smart fucking mouth that knows how to put me in my fucking place. It was then that I knew I had to have you. I knew you were supposed to be mine.”
We’re having an entire discussion during sex. It should feel strange—talking like this while we fuck—but it only makes me harder, and I can feel that it’s making Mae wetter.
“Tell me more,” she says, throwing my own words back at me as she reaches behind her to grip my veiny forearm.
“You in that cheer uniform of yours. It does something to me. The way you look at me. The way this pussy grips me. We were fucking made for each other, Mae.”
“I know,” she responds. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“That’s it, baby,” I tell her as I grit my teeth, my lower abdomen twanging. My dick twitches, and the thought of Mae walking back into that party with my come dribbling down her thighs underneath her skin-tight jeans makes me explode.
My ears ring, and my muscles flood with bliss. My jaw pops as I continue to work into her. Condensation drips from the car windows.
Mae’s body rocks against me, screaming my name before her orgasm dies down, and I pull out of her pussy and pepper kisses down the length of her back—each one a silent promise that we’re in this together.
No matter where we are.
It’s us.
Her and me.