Chapter 6
six
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Nathan
Those words in that voice break me. Make every last ounce of my resolve shatter.
Every thread of restraint I’m trying to hold onto, every careful wall I’ve built, collapses in an instant. I can’t look away. I can’t think. I can’t breathe properly.
My hands roam, gripping, holding, memorizing the curve of her back, the press of her body. She arches into me, matching my hunger, and I swear the world narrows to just this, just us, heat and friction and the fire crackling beside us.
And every damn reason why I shouldn’t be doing this disappears.
There’s only her.
Only now.
Only this.
I growl low in my throat, a sound I never meant to share, a warning and a confession all at once. She responds with a smirk against my lips, a tiny, wicked smile that makes something deep in me clench and ache. My cock is hard as steel and ready for whatever happens next.
She leans back and pulls my shirt that she’s wearing over her head, exposing her bare chest. The firelight dances across her skin, across the delicate planes of her face, across perky tits that have my mouth watering.
Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in just enough to draw a hiss from me as I cup her full breasts and begin sucking on one nipple while I roll the other between two fingers.
Tessa purrs like a kitten and grinds against me again. God, she knows exactly what she’s doing.
Fuck. I’m a goner.
I pull her closer, needing her weight and her warmth, even though it's hot enough with the heat from the fire.
Every heartbeat thrums in sync with hers.
She’s mine in this moment, and I’m hers in a way that terrifies me.
With finesse I didn’t know I had, I rise to my knees so I can lay Tessa on her back. She immediately wraps her legs around me, heels pressed into my ass cheeks, refusing to let me go.
I grind against her, and she moans softly, a sound that makes my teeth ache and my body scream for more. My hands twist into her hair, and I tip her head back just slightly, holding her completely, making sure she knows I’m here—no boundaries, no restraint, no apologies.
“Tessa, baby, I need to get these pants off of you. Need to see all of you.”
“Yes, please,” she pants as I drag my tongue over the column of her neck and then all the way down her body until I reach the rolled up waistband of the flannel pants she’s wearing. I pause to catch my breath, but only for a second before stripping her bare.
She’s not wearing underwear, I think in the second before I smell her sweet arousal, her pussy glistening in the firelight.
My tongue and my cock wage a war inside my head over who should go first, but I already know my tongue is going to win. I need to taste her before I fuck her.
Parting her thighs a little wider, I bury my face between them and lick her from slit to clit.
Tessa arches her back and moans, her hands tangling in my hair, holding me in place.
“Nathan,” she pants.
My tongue swirls around her sensitive bundle of nerves, and I slip two fingers inside of her. She’s tight, squeezing my fingers like a vice.
“Ohhhh,” Tessa arches her back as I make a ‘come hither’ motion with my fingers. “That’s…it’s…” Her words become a jumbled mess.
I can feel her getting wetter, her pussy squeezing my fingers tighter and tighter.
Lifting my head for a second, I look up at her. Head back, hands cupping her tits. She already looks halfway to being completely blissed out.
I kiss the inside of her thigh. “Come for me, Tessa. Come all over my tongue, baby,” I tell her before licking her again.
The sound of my name rolling off of her lips like a desperate plea as she comes undone is almost enough to have me blowing my load in my pants. But I won’t. I need to be inside her first.
While Tessa catches her breath, I reach behind me and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side.
“Wow,” she says, breathlessly as her eyes rake over my chest at the hint of six back I’ve got going on. “Who knew you were packing all that under your uniform?”
I chuckle and shake my head. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” I tease.
Tessa sits up enough to grab onto my waistband and tugs the sweats down over my thighs. My cock bobs free, the tip already leaking.
“Holy, Shit. Chief Hale,” she swallows hard. “You’ve really been keeping secrets.”
My cheeks heat. I don’t need her compliments to know what I’m working with. That’s not conceit, just fact…bigger and thicker than average. But that wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference if I didn’t also know what to do with it.
Lucky for Tessa, I know exactly what I’m doing.
“You get to see all of me, ditch the pants, Chief. I want to see all of you. I need to.”
I stand and kick off my sweatpants. When the cooler air hits me, so does reality.
I don’t have a condom.
No need for them when you’re not in a relationship and don’t do casual flings, either.
“Fuck,” I hiss and run a hand over my face in frustration.
“Problem, Chief?” Tessa looks up at me from under her full lashes.
“Condoms. Don’t have any.”
“Oh.” Her face falls. “I’m on the pill. I haven’t been with anyone…in a while.”
“Tessa,” I growl. The idea of taking her bare stirs something primal inside of me. “I get tested every six months. Part of the job. Haven’t been with anyone in a while either.”
“Then I’m really going to need you to fuck me, Nathan.”
Normally, I have an iron will. One that’s seen me through some shit. I’ve trained for emergencies, handled mass casualty events, chased down a criminal or two, but I can’t say no to this woman, to my pretty little menace.
“That’s not just the alcohol talking, is it?”
“One glass hasn’t clouded my judgement," she confirms, her voice deep and husky.
“Well, okay then.”
I guide her onto her back again.
Reaching between us, I stroke myself and run the tip of my cock between her legs. She forces me closer with her legs wrapped around my waist. I try to take my time, slowly sinking inside of her, but she’s so fucking tight that I’m afraid I’ll hurt her.
Tessa shivers under me, every tiny movement a dagger to my willpower. I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Not when she’s burning through me like this.
I kiss her hard, and she gasps against my mouth—surprised, maybe, but not afraid. Her fingers dig into my shoulders like she needs to hold on.
I hear her soft gasp, a faint hitch, and when I pull back, her pupils are blown wide. There’s the faintest tremor in her voice as she whispers my name.
Then I realize it.
The tension in her muscles. The wince I just saw. The stray tears that fall from the corner of her eyes.
She squeezes her eyes shut, refusing to look at me.
I let my forehead rest against hers, swallowing down the haze of desire that makes my chest burn. She’s warm and soft, and every instinct in me tells me I should stop, move away, breathe. But I can’t.
“Tessa, talk to me,” my voice cracks.
She tosses her head side to side.
“Tessa, look at me,” I say, softer this time. “Tell me the truth. Have you ever done this before?”
Her eyes open. “No. Not really.” A pause. “Not like this.”
For a moment, all I can do is stare at her. That single confession slams into me like a freight train. My chest tightens. My pulse spikes. Every possessive instinct I’ve buried for years claws its way to the surface.
Christ.
She’s mine.
The thought hits fast and primal. I don’t want to be the first man to touch her. I want to be the only one. The last one. Even if I don’t deserve it. Haven’t earned it.
My voice sounds rough, unsteady, when I ask, “Why didn’t you say something?”
“So you could tell me no? Tell me how you’re not the right guy for all that?”
I shake my head. “No. Quite the fucking opposite, baby.” I respond, even though deep down I know she’s partially right. I probably would have tried to put a stop to this, but now? I cup her face, my thumb brushing her lip. “You don’t know what that does to me, sweetheart.”
Her eyes widen.
“You’re mine now, Tessa. No one, and I mean no one, will ever know what this pussy feels like. What you taste like. Do you understand?”
I tilt her chin up again and kiss her slow this time. No rush. Just pressure, heat, and the taste of her lips parting for me. She sighs against my mouth, and I swallow the sound, deepening the kiss. When I break away, she follows, chasing my mouth like she can’t help it.
“Easy,” I whisper, though my voice is anything but steady. “We’ve got time.”
Her eyes lift to mine, wide and unguarded. She rolls her hips, making my cock move. “Show me. Teach me. Own me.”
Her words feel like lightning. I pull out slowly, carefully. She uses her heels to bring me back. It’s slow and steady at first, until neither of us can take it anymore.
Tessa begs, and I quit holding back.
Each thrust becomes more and more frantic. She clings to me, her nails digging into my skin, heels pressed into my ass cheeks. Her pussy clenches and she screams my name, sending me right over the edge with a grunt.
Her lips brush mine one last time, lingering, teasing. “Nathan,” she whispers, breathless, and I feel the tug in my chest—the pull of falling in love that I’ve denied for years. Because, damnit, my heart already knew who it wanted. Even if my mind wouldn’t ever let me go there.
The weight of wanting Tess now and knowing I shouldn’t, the thrill of giving in.
Holding her close, I let the quiet settle around us. It's just us, heat and shadow, firelight and whispers.
I know this is just the beginning.
More than just a line crossed.
I don’t want to think about tomorrow, about consequences. I only want this her, now, here, tangled up with me in every possible way.
She gasps when I finally pull out of her. For now.
My cum drips out of her and I can’t help but use my fingers to push it back inside of her.
I never wanted kids before, but I can almost imagine Tessa’s belly round with our baby. What a shame that she’s on the pill.
“What…” she glances down before meeting my gaze. “What are you doing?”
“Putting this back where it belongs,” I growl.
“That’s…actually kind of hot,” she purrs.
“Oh yeah?” I pull out my fingers out of her pussy, coated in cum and lift them to her lips. “What about this?”
Tessa opens her mouth and licks my fingers before sucking on them, cleaning them off entirely.
“Fuck, you’re such a bad girl,” I hiss, already growing hard again.
She hums and lets go of my fingers with a pop. “I think this is where you’re supposed to tell me I’m a good girl, Chief.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “I had it right the first time, Pope.”