Chapter 14
NOLAN
Bree doesn’t protest when I escort her to her hotel room and insist she pack up her things.
She doesn’t pitch a fit when I tell her she’s staying with me or that Kat’s spending the remainder of her stay with Jasper’s mom.
If she wasn’t practically floating around the room, packing things with a smile, I’d think she was rattled.
Fuck, anyone would be rattled in her situation.
My phone chimes, and I switch it back to silent.
The group text has gotten a little out of control, and I don’t want Bree to worry.
The whole of the J-Squad is hanging out at the airport until Chad’s plane takes off.
Jasper’s already made a couple of calls to ensure we have eyes on asshat all the way back to the East Coast so he doesn’t try anything stupid—like coming back.
“I’m ready to go,” Bree says, scanning the room one last time.
“Where are your glasses?” I don’t mean to sound so harsh, but I’m still reeling from how dangerous the Chad situation could’ve been.
What if he’d found her at the hotel when I wasn’t there to protect her?
What if he’d saw them walking through town while the rest of us were holding a lunch meeting, blocks away?
She pats the top of her head, but of course they’re not there. A soft blush tints her cheeks pink, and she darts into the bathroom. “You know, you just might be the reason I still have all my belongings by the end of the weekend.”
Mostly, I’m pissed at myself for not coming to the hotel. Stupid fucking pride.
I’m falling for Bree Harper.
It doesn’t matter how opposite we are, or that she doesn’t live in here, or that she’s expressed no interest in anything beyond some consensual adult fun. I’m falling for her, no matter how much I fight it.
After I called off my engagement, I thought I’d never be able to love someone again. I didn’t want to open my heart and risk it being ripped right out of my chest.
But somehow, Bree wormed her way in without even trying.
If I was in denial before, encountering Chad on his warpath made it crystal fucking clear.
I love her.
And after last night, I don’t know where that fucking leaves us.
“The website’s almost ready,” Bree says as we head east through town, toward the place I know she’s meant to be even if it doesn’t make any logical sense. “Well, it was ready, then you all did the brothers in arms standoff, and it gave me some additional ideas. So, you still can’t see it yet.”
For the first time since Bree showed up in North Haven, the website is the last thing I’m thinking about.
I give her a nod, but I don’t trust myself to speak. Not yet. I’m still too riled up, and I don’t trust what might come out of my mouth.
“I was actually coming to the lunch to tell you if was finished,” Bree adds, no doubt uncomfortable with the silence. “Will the meeting be rescheduled?”
“No.”
“No?”
I hop out to unlock the gate and finish the drive to the house, biting my tongue so I don’t lose my cool and say something I’ll regret.
Because I don’t know where either one of us will be sleeping tonight, I leave her suitcase full of clothes in the living room near Gary’s bed and carry her roller bag filled with computer equipment to my office. “You can work in here,” I mutter.
“Hey,” Bree says, blocking the doorway before I can march through it. “Talk to me, Nolan.” When I try to move forward, she places a palm on my chest to stop at me. “Yell at me about itineraries or being late or for almost loosing my glasses. Just say something.”
“What do you want me to say, Bree?” I growl the words.
“That I’m livid you didn’t take this whole spam situation seriously?
Or that I almost lost my cool and punched the guy so hard he’d have flown across three tables worth of patrons innocently eating their lunch?
Or that you drive me up a fucking wall with how nonchalant you’re still acting? ”
“Better,” Bree says, undeterred by my outburst.
“That’s all you have to say?”
“Look,” she says, poking me in the chest. “Should I have taken the whole Chad thing more seriously? Probably. But one thing about me you should know—”
“You’re not a damsel in distress,” I say, my tone heavy with mock.
“I refuse to live my life in fear. And no matter how crazy that might make you, that’s who I am. Accept me for who I am or find me a new place to stay.”
We stare at one another for several beats, neither one of us backing down. I hate how much I care about Bree. How hard I’ve fallen for a woman who’s my complete opposite in every way. Not every way, a dirty voice whispers.
One second we’re in a standoff. The next, Bree’s on her back on my desk, her leggings and those fucking purple lace panties that have frequented my fantasies for days yanked down to her ankles.
I’m not gentle about the way I push her thighs apart or how I move her legs to my shoulders, leaving her ankles locked by the fabric.
I don’t tease or go slow.
I fuse my face to the pussy I’ve wanted to taste for what feels like a fucking lifetime and show it no mercy. My tongue moves savagely, the pace frantic and greedy. I don’t bother coming up for air, and when she fists her hand in my hair and shoves me harder against her center, I turn feral.
She comes so hard her ass lifts a full foot off the desk in an arch. I dig my fingers into both ass cheeks, refusing to let her get away from my mouth as she convulses roughly.
“Fuck, Nolan,” she cries out. She’s sitting up now, watching me pleasure her. Both hands are buried in my hair as she rocks ruthlessly against my face.
And when she starts to come down, I pull my mouth away and thrust two fingers into her channel.
“You’re trying to kill me,” she says, laughing. “Or give me enough inspiration to create ten websites.”
I spin her, until her back is flat on the desk, her feet inches from my keyboard, giving me a better angle to curl my fingers and reach that spot.
“I couldn’t stand the fucking thought of something happening to you, Bree,” I growl, not gentle about what I’m doing.
Judging by the way she laughs between moans, I suspect she likes it rough.
“And let’s get one other thing straight.
” I press a hard kiss to her lips, my dick throbbing when she grabs my neck to keep me close.
“I protect those I care about. That’s just who I am. Take it or leave it.”
“I’ll take it. On one condition.”
I huff out a laugh. “Are you really in a position to make demands right now?”
“Oh, you’ll like this one.”
“I’m listening.”
She reaches a hand to my belt, undoing it. “I want this cock in my mouth when you make me come this time.” She frees my length, twisting her upper body to attend to me as I continue finger fucking her.
I’d fantasized plenty about Bree taking my cock deep into her throat.
But the reality is so much fucking better.
I watch as she eagerly sucks my cock, just as roughly as I ate her out.
In minutes, though, she’s coming apart on my aggressive hand.
She moans against my length as she experiences her second orgasm of the day.
It takes incredible control not to come in her mouth. Fuck, I want to. And another time, I will.
But right now? I need to take her into my bedroom and claim her for my own. If Bree decides to get on that plane Monday morning, she’ll board it knowing she belongs to me.