Chapter 26 #3
Two custom Range Rovers, a G-Wagon, a vintage Land Rover, and a new Defender. There are two convertibles, one of which is a Bugatti. A special-order car that costs millions, only a handful of people are approved to buy them, and then there’s the matching Aston Martin my brother has.
That one I know is Leo’s because he bought it to piss off Mason when he was bragging about how rare they were.
Down on the end, separated from the rest, are two Jeeps and a Suburban.
“Which one is yours?”
Nate pops his head out from the side, where he’s carrying a cooler, and puts it into the matte-black G-Wagon. My eyes are glued to him as he lifts and grabs a blanket from the shelf.
He’s wearing a navy-blue swimsuit and a lightweight long-sleeve shirt, unbuttoned to reveal his muscular abs, tanned skin, and beautiful tattoo.
His dark, wavy hair is naturally curled perfectly around his forehead, and he has just enough stubble that has always driven me wild.
“Technically, this one. But we all share them.” He opens the door, and Skye jumps into the back seat. “Except the Bugatti. Harrison would kill us with his bare hands if he ever tried to drive his precious car.”
“Mm-hmm…”
“Eyes up here, babe.” He chuckles, then opens my door and helps me into the passenger side of the SUV. He grips the top edge of the roof, lowers his body, leans in, and hovers close to me. “Ready?”
I angle my body up to his, smiling wide. “Are we going on your boat?”
His head dips, taking my lips in a quick kiss. “Maybe. But that’s not the surprise.”
“You know you’re giving me a complex. I need to catch up.”
“You being back in my life is a gift enough.” He kisses me one last time and pulls back to adjust himself, his sexy eyes locked on mine. “Get that look off your face, Madeline, unless you want to be fucked over the hood of the car. I can’t control myself after last night.”
He thinks I can?
My smirk is evil as I reach forward and palm him through his board shorts.
“Fuck, Mads.” His eyes roll back into his head. I squeeze my hand harder, just as he likes, eliciting a muffled groan. “You need to stop.” The words are empty as he pushes harder into my hand.
We have ten years to make up for, and there’s no stopping me from pleasing my man.
I unzip his shorts, pull him out, and wrap my hand around his wide length, stroking up and down against his smooth skin, feeling the strong veins that run the length of his penis against my palm, while his hips naturally rock, thrusting his length into me.
I squeeze and stroke…stroke and squeeze, then run my thumb across his enlarged head, rubbing his pre-come into his dick as a lubricant.
“That feel good, baby?” I ask teasingly.
His response comes out in a low, guttural moan.
Licking my lips, I consider how if I lean down a smidge, his penis would be just at mouth level, and like a moth to a flame, I can’t pass up the opportunity to please him, though Nate’s quicker.
He jumps up on the running board, and just like that, I’m eye-level with his raging hard-on. His hips thrust forward, and the swollen, glistening head rubs across my mouth.
I drag my tongue along my lips, humming my approval, before leaning in, wrapping my lips around as much length as I can on the first pass. I pull back, relax my jaw, and open up to take him deeper.
I gaze through my lashes, watching as he clasps the car with a vise-like grip, holding himself back from blowing right away.
“You look like you missed this, Mads. You love taking my dick down your throat.” He thrusts, causing me to gag and my eyes to water. “There’s my girl.” He thrusts again, and by his dark expression, I know he’s getting off on my struggling.
He always has.
I pull back to take a breather, running my flattened tongue his entire length, then circle the tip.
“Yesss,” he hisses before I advance forward again, wrapping my lips around him while his salty come trickles down into the back of my throat, bobbing my head forward and back.
He’s close.
“Mmm,” I purr around him.
“Mads…fuck!” he chokes out. “I’m coming.”
He grabs my ponytail with one hand and takes over, holding me in the position he wants. He bucks forward, groaning loudly, his body jerking, as his warm come coats the back of my throat.
It doesn’t stop me; there is a want—no, a need—to extract every last drop from him.
Against his hold, I push further, causing him to hit the back of my throat. A “fuck, fuck, fuck” is mumbled, but I don’t register anything as I suck up to his tip, circling the head one last time before pulling back.
I kiss the side of his length, smiling as his breath hitches, then rest my forehead against his stomach, catching my breath, swallowing every last drop of him.
Nate strokes the side of my face, both of us catching our breath, taking in the moment.
He’s right, I do love this…his taste, his pleasure, making him come undone.
Mine.
He cups my face, angles it up to look at him, and there I find a very amused, cheeky smirk, taking me in before jumping down off the side of the car, his penis still semi-hard, hanging out of his shorts.
He kisses me, regrettably quick, before his eyes narrow in on my legs, pressed together, soothing the deep ache pulsing through me.
One swipe and I’m done for…and by the look in his expression, he knows exactly that.
“Open for me, Goddess.” His voice is low but demanding.
My legs spring open, and he reaches forward.
Like a professional, he hits my throbbing center immediately.
His fingers drag along my core, already soaked from one pass, and after a second of him rubbing my clit, my eyes are rolling back, my legs trembling, and I cry out, riding out my pleasure in an embarrassingly quick fashion.
My head is thrown back on the seat, my eyes are closed, and all I can think of is how I want to go inside and do this all over again.
Nate’s voice is dangerously low. “You just opened Pandora’s box, Mads. Today’s just begun for you and me.”
My lips tilt in a smug grin. “I was planning on it.”