Chapter 6 #2
“You need to trust me, Maddie,” he says, his voice firm. “I’ll have letters of recommendation lined up for you. You’ve got a perfect transcript and plenty of extracurricular activities. You’re the ideal candidate for any scholarship you apply for, and I’ll help you as much as possible.”
I swallow, nodding once. “’Kay.”
I don’t want to discuss this anymore. Not here, with the sun warm on our faces, wrapped in this perfect, fleeting moment.
Instead, I reach over, pluck what I think is a pink coneflower from the ground, and tuck it behind Nate’s ear.
“Pretty boy,” I tease.
He scoffs. “Please. That’s my brother, not me.”
To prove his point, he flexes, and his bicep tightens under my touch, practically begging me to run my hand over his arm, giving it a quick squeeze.
His arms rival Mason’s. But Nate’s strength is different, built for endurance, from the endless push and pull of competitive sailing.
Nate’s a grinder, which I learned is the powerhouse of the team. While other sailors pull ropes, Nate cranks handles, feeding every ounce of his strength into the boat’s movement.
When he first told me he sailed, I pictured preppy boys in polos, casually adjusting sails, leisurely enjoying life.
But I was so, so wrong.
At camp, Nate does do more leisurely sailing. But at home, Nate races competitively, and it’s intense.
In a video he showed me from a race in Bermuda’s Great Sound, he was practically hanging off the boat, stretched back over open water, slicing through waves at nearly forty miles per hour.
I was confident he was going to fall. There was no railing, nothing to grab onto. But he didn’t fall; his sheer skill kept him aboard.
It’s impressive and ridiculously hot.
I trail my hands up his arms, over his shoulders, across his chest, relishing in every hard inch of him.
Nate watches me, a slow, knowing smirk creeping across his lips. Then, without warning, he reaches out, grabs my waist, and lifts me effortlessly onto his lap.
“Get over here, Mads.” My eyes go wide when I feel him beneath me. “You good?”
I nod nervously. I’ve felt Nate’s hard-on against me plenty of times while we’re kissing.
But this is different.
The material of my bikini bottom is thin, and I can feel every hard inch of him against me.
My intrusive thoughts come barreling forward, and I start thinking bad…bad things. Especially when Nate’s hands fall to my waist, and his eyes roam my body.
The way he makes me feel has me wanting to rip off my bikini and do something crazy.
He leans in and quickly kisses one of my dimples, breaking me out of my thoughts.
“Do you know how perfect you are?”
I run my hands through his mussed-up hair. “No one’s perfect, Nate.”
He shakes his head, biting his lip as he takes me in again. “Well, you are. You’re perfect to me, and we’re perfectly suited for each other. Don’t you think so?” He raises a cocky brow.
“Hmm.” I pepper little kisses on his chin. “I guess.”
“You guess?” He tickles my side.
“Nate!” I can’t control my laughter, falling forward and pushing us both down to the ground. “Stop. Ah, I’m going to pee.”
He stops immediately. “Yeah. That’s definitely not my thing.”
“What’s not?”
He chuckles. “You peeing on me.”
I sit up, my mouth gaping in shock and horror. “People actually like that?”
He nods.
He must be joking. Right?
“You should see your face right now.” His blue eyes sparkle as the sun reflects across his face. He folds his arms up and over his head, resting his head leisurely against his interlocked hands. “Lean down and kiss me, my beautiful goddess.”
I don’t hesitate. He’ll never have to ask me twice.
Nate’s backpack props him up slightly while my legs straddle his, and my forearms are pressed into the ground beside him.
Our lips are locked in a desperate, unrelenting kiss for what feels like hours. We’re completely lost in each other, but I have an inkling that our time here in the meadow is running out.
Nate’s open palms slide up and down my bare sides, his touch is in sync with our frantic, hungry kisses. Each pass inches higher, hesitating just beneath my breasts, stoking a fire that’s already raging.
I can’t take it anymore.
I need more. I need him to touch me.
I move down just enough for his hands to graze the swell of my breasts. He stills, but I shake my head when he tries to move away. “Don’t.”
His eyes snap up, searching mine. Whatever he finds must be enough for him because instead of touching me over my swimsuit, he eases the scraps of the triangle aside, letting my full breasts break free.
“Fuck.” His voice is raw, and I can hear the desire that matches mine in his voice.
He cups them, massaging them with firm, possessive hands. His thumbs glide over my nipples, and I jolt at the new sensation, sending a straight shot of electricity to my core. My head falls back as a moan slips free.
“Oh god,” I cry.
My sex clenches internally, and holy hell does that feel good. I do it again when his thumb rubs circles over my nipples.
My eyes close, letting the tingles take over.
I can’t think…oh, oh, this feels amazing.
“Fucking hell, Mads. You’re so sexy.”
We’re really doing this. Nate Davenport’s hands are on my boobs.
Is this normal? Does it always feel this good?
While Nate continues his exploration, my hips begin moving on their own as the pleasure starts rising through my body.
All sense long gone. I’m pressing down, rubbing against Nate’s hard bulge.
Electricity zips through me with toe-curling, stomach-clenching pleasure, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Nate,” I cry.
It comes out like a question, but I don’t know what I’m asking.
“Have you ever had an orgasm, Mads?”
My eyes fly to his, my cheeks burning as I shake my head.
When the hell would I have time for that? Mama hears every breath you take in that house.
His expression darkens, his voice dropping. “Do you want to? Because if you don’t stop right now, I can promise you two things. One, I can guarantee you will have one, and soon.”
One of his hands moves down to my hip, encouraging me forward and back, grinding his hard-on over my clit, and I swear I almost black out from the sensation.
I can barely breathe. This is amazing.
“Wh-what?” My words break as pleasure burns up my spine. “What’s number two?”
His grip tightens. “That I won’t be able to hold back, and I’m going to come right alongside you.”
I giggle, but it comes out as a throaty moan. My body takes on a mind of its own, chasing a feeling so unfamiliar it almost feels frightening.
“Oh god, Nate,” I gasp. “Is this…what do I do?”
His smirk turns wicked. “You do exactly what you’re doing, my beautiful fucking goddess. Bear down and rub yourself all over my dick.”
I suck in a breath, shocked at his words. My sweet Nate has a dirty mouth…and I kinda love it.
It feels so naughty. Something only between us.
His grip tightens on my waist, moving me back and forth quicker than I could force myself.
“Maddie.” His eyes close as he throws his head back, groaning my name into the sky.
“Ooooh….Nate.”
I scrunch up my face when the heat surges, barreling right to my core. Nate’s hands grip me harder, guiding me through it as his own release follows.
My legs shake, and my hips move erratically until the very last feeling of pleasure leaves my body.
“Fuck yeah, Mads.” His voice is rough, nearly breaking, as I feel his penis jerking under his swim trunks. “So fucking beautiful when you come all over me.”
I collapse against him, still trembling, my breaths shallow.
“Did you? Was that?”
He nods, wrapping his arms tightly around me, and kisses my temple.
Oh. My. God.
“How do you feel?” he whispers against my head. “Are you okay?”
“Perfect.”
He hums, brushing hair from my face. “So you liked it? You know I didn’t expect that. I was happy just kissing.”
“I know.” I trace lazy circles along his chest, reveling in how safe and cherished he makes me feel. “And, yeah, it felt…really good.”
“Same.” I can hear his smile, but soon after, a long, shaky breath leaves him.
“What’s wrong?” I murmur.
“It’s time to go, Mads,” he sighs. “I hate having to leave so quickly after sharing that, but we can’t get caught.”
I groan. “Now?”
“Yeah.” He sits up, helping me untangle myself from him so we can quickly get dressed.
“Tomorrow we leave here at noon. Don’t forget.”
“How many times are you gonna remind me?” I tease, hoping he doesn’t hear the nervous edge in my voice.
“Just making sure you remember. I can’t wait for you to meet my family.”
I fake a smile. “Me too.”
“Okay.” He takes my hand. “Now, let’s hope Mase doesn’t realize what we’ve been up to.”
My heart drops, a sense of nausea hits me hard and fast. “Oh god, is he going to be able to tell, Nate?”
“Kidding.” He isn’t. “Let’s go, babe. We’ll be fine.”
Doubtful.