Chapter 43
forty-three
GREER
“Sit on my face,” Nathalie said, gesturing to Greer.
Greer canted her head to the side and narrowed her gaze, trying to process the request. “I thought you said you were tired.”
Nathalie laughed lightly. “I’m never too tired for sex.”
“Somehow I doubt that, but we’ll go with it for now.” Greer moved over Nathalie and pressed a kiss to her lips. Their skin was still damp from the bath, but they’d spent time drying themselves off before Nathalie had taken to lying on her back in the middle of her bed and watching as Greer finished drying her own body.
“Not yet, anyway,” Nathalie murmured against Greer’s lips.
Greer shivered as Nathalie trailed her nails against Greer’s back to her ass and tickled her before grasping onto her tightly.
“Let me fuck you,” Nathalie said, an edge in her voice.
“You sure?”
“Oh yeah.”
Greer bent down and kissed her hard. She parted her lips and slid her tongue along Nathalie’s, deepening the kiss. Greer skimmed her hand down Nathalie’s chest and across her breasts, teasing her nipples and loving the sound of Nathalie’s gasps in her ears.
“Too much,” Nathalie murmured. “Too sensitive.”
Right. Greer pulled her hand back and slid it up the center of Nathalie’s chest and across her ribcage to her neck. She turned Nathalie’s chin upward to deepen their kiss even more. Greer was half afraid to touch her and yet so intrigued to feel Nathalie’s body, to notice the changes and differences. But she was also keenly aware that Nathalie wouldn’t want to hear any of that.
Breaking the kiss, Greer pushed herself up onto her knees and started to walk herself forward until Nathalie stopped her.
“Good?” Greer asked. Her heart pounded. It always did when she was asked to get into this position. Like Lachlan, she worried that she would suffocate whoever was under her, but it had far less to do with a body image issue and more just an understanding that she had more weight on her than the average woman who rode her.
“Yeah, perfect.” Nathalie turned her cheek into Greer’s leg and kissed the inside of her thigh. “You smell delicious, and considering everything smells disgusting lately, I don’t want you to move ever.”
Greer laughed lightly. She loved that Nathalie was feeling far freer to talk about her pregnancy in ways like this, instead of keeping it so bottled up and confined. She loved these little moments and insights into who Nathalie was and into the fact that maybe—just maybe—Nathalie actually trusted her.
Nathalie’s mouth was against her instantly. Greer gasped and fell forward, the heels of her palms pushing into the mattress as Nathalie practically attacked her clit. Greer hovered above her as Nathalie squeezed her ass and brought her in even closer. Grunting, Greer did her best to keep herself above Nathalie’s head and to keep herself steady so that this wouldn’t end.
She wanted it to continue. She wanted Nathalie to taste her and eat her, to bring her all the way to completion. She was already so close. The intimacy that they’d had in the bathroom, the moment that Nathalie had confessed her love, repeatedly, the way she’d been so soft and yet so demanding at the same time.
How had Greer not known that she’d been in love with Nathalie for longer? Since probably that first night when Nathalie had been flirting with her after her date, when she’d first been served. Greer gasped, her entire body rocking as her orgasm pulled at her. She dug her fingers into the sheets, holding herself upright.
They needed more of this. More moments when they could connect, when they’d find caring for each other, intimacy and love. Greer cried out, her body jerking before she twitched. Pleasure flooded through her. She was just about to move when Nathalie gripped onto her thighs hard and kept her there, licking and cleaning her up. Greer was so sensitive that every time Nathalie’s tongue touched her clit, she had to pull away from her.
Not giving Nathalie a choice, Greer lifted her leg and fell to the side in a heap. She stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily, her entire body still rippling with pleasure. Nathalie climbed up toward her, pulling the blankets as she went and covering their bodies. She pressed her head against her pillow and took Greer’s hands in hers, folding their fingers together in an embrace.
“We’ll make this work,” Nathalie said. “I promise you.”
“I want to believe you,” Greer whispered, running her pointer finger along Nathalie’s lips. They were so soft. It wasn’t that Greer didn’t believe that Nathalie would do everything in her power to make everything work out. It was that Greer doubted they could prevail against all of the forces against them. “Penny is…”
“A narcissistic asshole,” Nathalie finished for her. “I never liked her from the beginning when she and Ivy started dating. She reminds me of my parents.”
Greer hummed, looked deeply into Nathalie’s eyes. “Your parents too?”
“Yeah.” Nathalie scooted in a little closer, resting her head on the pillow right next to Greer’s. She tangled their legs together, increasing their connection. “That’s why Alaric doesn’t know them. I haven’t talked to them since medical school.”
“Oh wow. And you don’t miss it?” Greer asked.
“Not a second of it.”
“I miss talking to my parents sometimes. Just those nice moments, when everyone got along. But I think more than anything, I miss having parents. Not that they were parents, but I miss that I never had them. Does that even make sense?”
Nathalie chuckled a little. “Yeah, it does. I get what you mean. All my friends had parents that were so good for them. Ivy and Lachlan do—I’ve spent so many hours with Ivy’s mom, so many holidays and birthdays. I do wonder just what it’d be like to grow up with family like that. But I’ll never know.”
“No, we won’t.” Greer felt the same about Kam’s family. She spent every holiday with them since she’d cut her parents off, and while she loved them dearly and relied on them far more than she ever did her own family, it wasn’t the same. They weren’t hers . “Lachlan’s parents seem strict.”
Nathalie laughed. “Oh they are. Strict, conservative, and ugh . They’re sweet, and they mean well. They just can’t think outside of the cultural norms and society that they were raised in.”
“So we won’t be going home with Lachlan for Christmas.”
“No, we won’t.” Nathalie ran her hand down Greer’s shoulder to her elbow and leaned in to kiss her. “So Ivy’s family it is.”
“Do you think they’ll like me?”
“If they don’t, then fuck ’em.”
Greer laughed. She loved the fierceness Nathalie said that with. Like she really didn’t give a fuck because she was going to pave her own way through the world to get just what she wanted and needed. Greer envied that. It was exactly who she wanted to be.
“I wish I was more like you,” Greer whispered.
“No, you don’t.” Nathalie brushed her fingers over Greer’s cheek again, across her face, and down her chest and over her nipple. “I’m not an easy person to get along with. And I’m lucky that Lachlan and Ivy have put up with me this long.”
Greer hummed, and she agreed with Nathalie to an extent. But it wasn’t that Nathalie didn’t have those deep relationships, it was that she had them and she wasn’t going to lose them. “I’m scared about what will happen during her divorce trial.”
“I am too,” Nathalie answered. “But I also can’t wait for it to be over.”
Greer bit her lip. “Penny scares me.”
“She can’t hurt you if you don’t let her.” Nathalie put her hand on the small of Greer’s back and shifted so they were even closer than before. “Penny has no power over you.”
Greer wanted to believe that, she really did. But the past told her that it wasn’t exactly true, and she knew that she would feel hurt when she saw the reactions of everyone else and how much they were hurting. Greer moved in quickly and kissed Nathalie.
“Did you want me to go get Alaric? From the sitter?”
Nathalie shook her head. “Lachlan didn’t hire a sitter, Greer. She told you that so that you’d leave, but she’s watching Alaric.”
“Oh.” How had Lachlan known that Greer would take Alaric with her if she hadn’t hired a sitter? That she’d bring him home instead of leaving him there?
“She wanted us to have some time to talk.”
“Do you think she knew we’d end up naked in bed?” Greer laughed lightly.
“Probably hoped for it.” Nathalie’s lips curled upward at that thought. “But, no, I don’t think she knew that. She mentioned at the practice today that you and I needed time to talk, and I think she and Ivy were tired of waiting for that conversation to happen.”
Greer hummed her understanding. “Sly fools.”
“Yes, they are.” Nathalie moved in and kissed her quickly. “But I can’t say that their plan didn’t work.”
“No, it did. It definitely worked.” Greer pulled Nathalie back, sinking into a very sweet and tender kiss. She didn’t want to let go of this moment. The only other time she’d had such quiet moments with Nathalie had been when she was sick in bed and Greer had fallen asleep next to her.
Greer slid her hand down Nathalie’s side, following the curve of her body from her breast to her waist to her hip and ass. She didn’t want to give this up.
“So what happens now?” Greer asked, pulling away slightly.
“What do you mean?” Nathalie frowned, her eyes drooping heavily.
She was tired, Greer knew that, and she shouldn’t be pushing Nathalie for conversation that she wasn’t ready to have. “What happens with my job?”
“Nothing happens with your job.” Nathalie yawned and buried her face in Greer’s shoulder.
“But I mean… I need to work.”
“You’re still our nanny, Greer.” Nathalie kissed her neck. “We still need childcare, and you still need to work. I don’t understand what you’re asking.”
“But if I’m part of the family, the working part of it, then shouldn’t I get a job?”
“This is your job.” Nathalie scraped her teeth against the soft skin of Greer’s neck, causing a reverberating shudder down Greer’s spine.
If Nathalie didn’t stop soon, then Greer was going to want to go another round, and she really wasn’t sure that Nathalie was going to be up for that. Greer groaned when Nathalie did it again. This time Greer pressed the flat of her palm against Nathalie’s back and pulled Nathalie in to her tightly.
“Nathalie…” Greer said as a warning, but she wasn’t sure that Nathalie understood it like that.
“Do you not want to work for us anymore?” Nathalie asked, dipping her head lower to trail her tongue along Greer’s breast.
“N-no, I want to work for y-you.” Greer tried to hold back the moans as Nathalie used the tip of her tongue against Greer’s nipple, teasing it to a delicate point. “I w-want to stay here.”
“Good.” Nathalie pushed Greer onto her back and rolled halfway on top of her. She massaged one of Greer’s breasts while teasing the other with her mouth.
“But…” Greer gasped and had to swallow down the groan. She was struggling to concentrate enough to make sense and get her point across. “But how will I get paid?”
“Like you get paid now, Greer.” Nathalie scraped her teeth across Greer’s nipple, and Greer couldn’t hold back this time.
She groaned, her hips lifting up from the mattress as heat and wetness pooled between her legs. This was the slowest seduction she’d ever seen Nathalie give someone, and she was enamored by it. Nathalie moved away from Greer’s breasts, kissing her way over her belly and down to her legs. Nathalie slid under the blankets entirely so Greer couldn’t even see her anymore, but she could hear her.
“You work for a living, and you live here. Nothing has to change.” Nathalie’s mouth was between Greer’s legs. She rested her head on Greer’s thigh as she lay on her side and pushed Greer’s other knee upward. Greer’s heart raced when Nathalie’s mouth covered her clit, the soft flicking of her tongue, the gentle and lazy licks.
Nathalie wasn’t going to build her up and take her over the edge quickly. This was slow and deliberate seduction at its finest. Greer gripped the pillow under her head, pulling it tightly against her. She needed something to grasp onto, something to hold herself to. She breathed slowly and regularly, she felt every single swipe of Nathalie’s tongue against her, the push of her fingers into her skin and then against her, in her.
Greer groaned, pushing her face into the pillow as she tried to steady herself even more. The silence in the room was a welcome blanket, covering her and keeping her rooted right where she was. Nathalie never stopped. She never slowed down, nor did she speed up. Greer stayed, tense and poised for when her body would inevitably cross over that edge from this feels good to holy fuck don’t stop .
And she trusted that Nathalie would get her there.
Greer held on to the calm, to the quiet, to the tender way that Nathalie was holding onto her. She rocked her hips slowly until she felt the gentle rise of her body building up in pleasure. She gasped in a breath, saying nothing as Nathalie continued her gentle exploration of Greer’s body. She grunted when she hit the pinnacle, tightening her entire body and holding herself steady so that Nathalie would still have as much room as she possibly wanted to touch and taste her.
Nathalie continued to lick her, to bring her down gently from the high of pleasure. She kissed Greer’s thighs, and then she worked her way back up Greer’s body in the same way she’d moved down it, kissing her, teasing her, inciting even more moments of pleasure between the two of them.
When Nathalie was back up and lying in Greer’s arms again, Greer kissed her, tasting her own flavor lingering on Nathalie’s tongue and lips, the dampness that was there. She reveled in it, breathing it in. Nathalie loved her. Nathalie wanted to love her. And so did Lachlan and Ivy, and this entire family, and they wanted her there.
They wanted her.
“I love you,” Greer whispered. “I love all of you.”