Chapter 14
Cat
Nick walks through the door, and I practically jump in his arms, smiling up at him. He drops his bag, the mail scattering on the floor, to get his arms around me and prevent me from not knocking him over.
“Hey! You’re excited to see me. What’s going on?”
“Not much. Can’t I be happy to see you?”
“Of course, I would love this excitement greeting me at the door every day,” he says, purposely kissing me on the cheek with a wet smack.
I scrunch up my nose and wipe my cheek with my shoulder playfully. “Yuck.”
“Seriously, what’s going on?”
I tip my head back, looking up. “Jace’s appointment was excellent.”
“I knew it would be, he’s my boy after all. We Alexanders are nothing less than exceptional.”
“Anyway, his doctor said he’s right on track for where he should be. That I shouldn’t worry about him eating too much; he’s healthy and his weight is good. So I’m happy.”
“As am I. Is this why you’re extraordinarily happy?”
“Really, Nick? You’re acting like I’m always grumpy and less than happy to see you.”
“You know that’s not what I’m saying. Stop overreacting, drama queen.”
“The only thing that is saving you from seeing the real drama queen is your irresistible sexy smile.” I reach up on my toes and pull his head down, with his bottom lip between my teeth, I suck it into my mouth, gently rolling my tongue across.
“Cat, don’t start something we can’t finish properly.”
“Oh, we’re going to be able to finish properly.” I place a kiss under his chin by his neck where his pulse is beating. “I’m good to go.”
“Good to go for what?”
“I also had my checkup today. And I am cleared for all activities, in and out of bed,” I say, placing kisses along his collarbone. “Nick!” I screech, laughing as he swings me up in his arms headed to the bedroom.
“Shhh! Where’s Jace?” he says with all seriousness, like a man on a mission.
“He’s sleeping in his room.”
“Shit, yes. I was good to go before I walked in here to perform my manly duties, every time the wind blows I’m ready.”
I laugh and bury my face in his shirt.
He’s lying between my legs, and I run my hands through his hair, closing my eyes as his lips lock around me.
Oh, my God. This feels better than I remember.
“Mmm…Nick,” I involuntarily moan when his tongue reaches deep, stroking me.
I have to remember we’re not alone anymore.
His tongue is rolling around inside me, making me move my hips with him as he swirls it around, making me scream his name when he glides out and sucks me in.
My back arches up, mouth wide open, my head sinking into the pillows.
The suction from his mouth sends rushes of intense tingling pleasure through the nerve endings in my body, his soft lips cocooning all of me in his mouth, tongue laving against my clit, warm and wet.
The heat from his mouth radiates from between my thighs right through me.
When I can’t take it anymore and I feel the spasms creeping up my body in little spirals of waves, he pulls away,
leaving me panting his name, begging for more. Spreading my legs wide apart, my mouth falls open as his body sinks deep in me, making me gasp at his fullness. I grab his head, pulling it down to me, covering his lips with mine; our tongues move against each other, dueling like our bodies.
He slams into me; moving my head to the side, I bite the side of his neck, sinking my teeth into his flesh.
His head goes back and he grits his teeth.
Grunting, he slams me harder, and pins my hand against the pillows above my head with one arm, fingers clasped in mine.
I swallow when he looks at me with a wicked smile, aquamarine eyes shining.
“Nick.” I pant as he slides out of me slowly.
“Yeah, imma give you what you want.”
He strokes his other hand over the side of my face and over my swollen lips while my body squirms under him, waiting for his assault. I don’t have to wait long. His hand roams down to my ass and he whispers in my ear,
“Hold still.”
He pulls back farther, slamming into me, pushing me up against the bed.
I forget I need to be quiet and a scream bursts out of my mouth.
Pleasure rocks through me when he grinds against my body, massaging my clit.
He doesn’t stop, just keeps coming harder each time, grinding against me faster and harder until he slows down to a steady pace.
When my body can’t take it anymore, he pulls out of me.
Covering my sensitive flesh with his mouth again, he brings me to the edge once more with his soft stroking tongue. I find my release, and my eyes close in pure pleasure. He slides back in me with long smooth strokes until he explodes inside me, his head in the crook of my neck.
I run my fingers in his hair, not able to move with him still inside me.
“I love you,” he says against my neck, raining kisses down on me.
I know he does completely. There is no denying that, and I love him equally.
When I needed him the most, he dropped everything to be by my side, literally.
If that is not truly loving me, I don’t know what is.
He would have given up his whole life to take care of me, giving me what I need.
I’m going to do something I should have done months ago.
Something I’m fully ready to do to make the three of us a complete package deal.
“Nick. The answer is yes, I’ll marry you.”
He stops what he’s doing, his face almost touching mine, a grin spreading over his face. “I didn’t ask.”
“Yes, you did.” He better not play with me. He’s looking at me with an eyebrow raised, making me think he might not want to anymore. He better.
He clears his throat, shifting in me, sending little shivers through my body. “I’m glad you finally came to your senses. I knew you would. If you weren’t pregnant I could have fucked some sense into you months ago.”
My eyes and mouth are wide open. I snap my mouth shut, unable to keep the amusement off my face and out of my voice. I tug the end of his hair. “Shut up, where’s my ring?”
“Don’t worry about it, I got you. You’re going to love it. It’s so us that you would accept my marriage proposal months after I ask, while I’m still inside you.”
I gasp when he gently pushes up inside of me. My mouth opens, and he kisses my lips softly. I put my arms around his neck, wincing a little, tender but ready to go again. He brushes his fingers through my hair and I hear Jace’s cries from the other room.
“Nick—Jace.”
“He’s fine, we’ll get him in a minute,” he says, kissing the side of my face.
“Nick!”
He whines and then smiles a little. “My own son is cock blocking. You stay, I’ll get him, if I can walk.”
I giggle, biting down on my lip as he pulls out. “He’ll be happy to know his mommy has finally agreed to marry his daddy and make me the luckiest, most undeserving bastard by being my wife.”
“Yes, I’m going to make you the most wretchedly happy, undeserving bastard by making you my husband.” He kisses me and goes to slide back in. I put a hand on his chest, scolding him. “Nick, go get our son.”
With a wry smile he says, “The wretched happiness begins.”
Yes it does.