Chapter 48
forty-eight
NATHALIE
“Take your shirt off, Greer.” Nathalie stared at her hard, not taking her eyes from Greer’s face as she watched every reaction cross Greer’s features.
“What?” Greer’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Take your shirt off.” Nathalie crossed her arms, the baby kicking in her belly as her heart picked up its beat and raced. She wanted to touch, and she wanted to be touched, but more than that, she wanted to make sure that Greer got exactly what she needed.
“Nathalie…” Greer trailed off her name, her eyes still wide. She glanced from Nathalie toward the hallway that led to Lachlan’s room, but Nathalie wasn’t going to let her go in there. Not yet. Ivy and Lachlan still had a few things to set up, and she wanted to make sure that they had ample time to get ready. “They’re?—”
“They’re doing exactly what they should be doing. You’re not.” Nathalie pressed her lips into a thin line, hardening her look. She wanted Greer to be on her toes about whether or not she was upset, whether or not she was going to throw another curve ball in Greer’s direction, which she definitely was. Nathalie had plans for tonight, and she wanted to make sure that this night was one that they’d all remember. “Take off your shirt.”
Greer’s lips parted, like she was going to object again, but then she stopped. Her eyes flicked to Nathalie’s face, and it seemed to click in her head exactly what was happening. Her lips curled upward as a light hit in her eyes.
“Make me,” Greer said, sitting in the chair and resting back fully, her legs spreading and her hands on the arms of the chair.
That was a challenge if Nathalie knew one, but now she had to think. How exactly was she going to make Greer get undressed? She’d expected Greer would cooperate, like she normally did, and not push back like a bit of a brat. Nathalie scooted to the edge of the couch and then pushed herself to stand up, her back aching from the move.
It wasn’t going to be much longer that she could actually manage to do this. She stepped between Greer’s legs and stared down at her, hands on her hips as she tried to ease the ache in her lower back. “Stand up, I’m too pregnant to drag you up.”
Greer laughed, but she did as she was told this time. There was something in the back of Nathalie’s mind that half expected Greer to stay seated and stay in control. But as soon as she stood up, Nathalie had her in her hands. She gripped Greer’s hips and spun her around so that Greer’s ass was pressed to her swollen belly. Nathalie moved her hands over Greer’s body, firmly and confidently. The idea hit her sharply, and she couldn’t resist it—the intrusive thought taking over her until she had no other option but to give in.
Nathalie wove her hands up Greer’s shirt and slid her fingers in between the buttons. Greer pushed back into her slightly, and Nathalie took the opportunity and ripped the shirt as hard as she could. The buttons popped, and the sweet sound reached Nathalie’s ears, causing a smile to bloom on her lips.
“Nathalie!” Greer squealed.
“You said make me. ” Nathalie kissed the back of Greer’s neck and then scraped her teeth against the thick cord of muscle. Nathalie didn’t wait as she unhooked Greer’s bra and let it slide to the ground along with the shirt. Unable to resist, Nathalie reached around Greer’s body and cupped Greer’s breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples, pulling them.
Greer groaned and pressed her head against Nathalie’s shoulder.
“Are you going to make me take your pants off too?” Nathalie breathed against Greer’s neck, teasing her breasts and sliding her hands all across her belly and body, anywhere that she could touch and consume.
Greer shuddered, her nipples hard against Nathalie’s palms. But Nathalie was impatient. She didn’t want to wait any longer. Reaching down, she undid the buckle and unzipped Greer’s pants and shoved them down her hips and thick thighs. God, Nathalie loved Greer’s thighs. She could spend hours between them without any complaint.
She curved her hand around Greer’s ass and squeezed before biting her shoulders. Greer yipped again. Nathalie’s heart thundered as she moved to sit on the couch, leaving enough space on either side of her for Greer to sit if she wanted, but she didn’t. Greer stood naked, her pants around her ankles, as she gawked at Nathalie.
“What’s gotten into you?” Greer asked.
“I could ask the same thing.” Nathalie’s lips quirked up. “You don’t usually back talk.”
Greer scoffed. “You don’t usually demand.”
“Of course I do.”
“Not from me,” Greer mumbled, stepping out of her pants and kicking them to the side. “From them.” She pointed toward Lachlan’s bedroom. “And they’re in there without anyone telling them what to do.”
“They’re doing exactly what they were told,” Nathalie reiterated, still waiting for Greer’s brain to catch up with her body and her heart. “The question is are you going to do what you were told?”
“Me?” Greer furrowed her brow. “What did you tell me to do?”
“Take off your shirt.”
“It is off.” Greer motioned to her very naked and tantalizing body. Nathalie wanted to touch her so badly, but not yet. “You ripped it!”
“I did.” Nathalie patted her knee. “Bend over.”
“What?” Greer looked just as shocked this time around as she had when Nathalie had ripped her shirt.
“Well, you didn’t do what you were told.”
“So you’re going to spank me?”
“Yes.” Nathalie smiled, fully satisfied with the shock that rippled on Greer’s face. “I think it’s time that we took better care of you.”
“Nathalie…” Greer softened. She moved to sit next to Nathalie and leaned in to kiss her, but Nathalie shook her head.
“Bend over.” Nathalie tapped her knee again.
Greer looked at her directly, a twinkle in her eye. She moved in swiftly and captured Nathalie’s lips in a quick kiss. “Hit hard and hit swift, hot stuff.”
“Oh God, not you, too.” Nathalie sighed. She had really hoped that Ivy wouldn’t rub off on them in this way. But she was far too distracted by the fact that Greer was finally moving to lie over her lap, her stomach pressed into Nathalie’s thighs, her breasts into the couch cushion, and her ass pushed up into the air.
Nathalie couldn’t spank her, not yet. She trailed her fingertips over the curve of Greer’s ass, touching her soft skin and watching her muscles ripple as Greer prepared herself for exactly what was going to happen. Instead of spanking her, Nathalie parted her ass cheeks and dipped her fingers deep inside her.
Greer groaned.
“You’re so wet. Seems Ivy did a good job preparing you for tonight.”
“Pr-preparing me?” Greer stuttered.
“Mm-hmm. Are you up for it?”
“For what?” Greer asked, sighing as Nathalie pulsed her fingers rapidly inside Greer.
“For whatever we have in store for you,” Nathalie answered, biting back her own moan as Greer soaked her fingers.
“Yes.”
“Promise?” Nathalie asked.
“Yes,” Greer answered without hesitating.
“Good.” Nathalie pulled her hand swiftly from Greer’s body, moved her arm back and brought the flat of her hand against Greer’s ass.
Greer grunted and then sighed. “Again,” Greer mumbled.
Not one to disappoint, Nathalie spanked her again, this time on the other cheek. The red marks from her fingers were so easy to see, until she spanked Greer again and again, covering them with more and more marks.
“How are you liking that?” Nathalie said, breathing heavily. She pressed her fingers back inside Greer, testing to see just how wet she was. “Seems you’re liking it a whole lot.”
Greer groaned, curling herself upward and pushing her pussy harder onto Nathalie’s fingers. Nathalie smiled at her, even though Greer wasn’t looking in her direction. Her face was pressed into the couch cushion, her cheek against the fabric and her eyes clenched shut.
“I want you soaked for them, Greer. Right on the cusp.”
The moan that ripped from Greer’s lips was exactly what Nathalie wanted to hear. She loved that sound, and it sent a thrill through Nathalie. It moved through her body and landed right between her legs. Fuck, this was going to be so good. She moved her fingers from inside Greer and teased her clit. Greer whined.
“You have to breathe, Greer. This won’t be fun if you pass out on me.”
“Feels so good.” Greer buried her face into the couch cushion again. She groaned again, pushing herself against Nathalie.
Nathalie teased her, pressing her fingers against her clit and inside her again. Greer was full-on trying to get more sensation from her hand in any way possible, and Nathalie loved it. She teased Greer higher and closer to an orgasm before pulling her hand away and spanking her hard, her ass and thigh jiggling from the move.
God, she’s gorgeous.
Never in a million years would Nathalie have thought this would end up being the life that she had, all of them together, building this life and this family, and being together in such an easy way. She wasn’t a fool to think that they wouldn’t face problems, but they were stronger now than ever, and they were finally free to be them.
“Nathalie,” Greer gasped. “Close.”
“Can’t have that, can we?” Nathalie spanked her again, but then soothed the hit with the palm of her hand, rubbing circles against Greer’s ass. She waited for Greer to calm down, for her body to relax a bit, and then she tapped Greer’s side lightly. “Get up. It’s time to go to the bedroom.”
Greer groaned, and she took her sweet time pushing herself to stand. Nathalie stayed right where she was, watching with a riveted gaze as Greer stretched up onto her toes and looked down at her hungrily.
“Bedroom, Greer,” Nathalie said, trying to keep her voice as firm as she possibly could. She wanted Greer to listen to her, to do what she said, but she wasn’t quite sure that she could handle another punishment without taking it further than she wanted it to go.
As Greer walked away, Nathalie sighed and closed her eyes. She honestly couldn’t be happier. This was exactly what she wanted and nothing else. All of them together—one family. Greer had been right from the start. Nathalie just couldn’t believe that it had taken her so long to get there.
Nathalie dragged herself to her feet and padded toward Lachlan’s bedroom. She could already hear them, and when she opened the door and stepped inside, she was pleased to find Greer on her back, Lachlan between her legs, and Ivy riding her face. She hummed as she leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed and simply watched them.
This was one of the most beautiful sights that Nathalie had ever seen. She loved watching them together, not just in the throes of passion but in the small moments where they cared for and loved each other. They were so good at this. She should have noticed how natural it was for them. Loving each other wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was going to be keeping them together for the long haul, which was exactly what they all wanted.
Greer gasped, clenching her hands around Ivy’s thighs as she stilled. She’d been close already, but Nathalie knew Lachlan’s mouth had made this orgasm so much better. It was nearly Nathalie’s turn, but she was enjoying watching them together so much that she really didn’t want to move, not just yet at least.
She breathed slowly, clenching her thighs together as her own pleasure increased just from seeing them move and give to each other. Ivy was getting closer. Her rocking hips, the way she threw back her head, the pull of her throat as she swallowed and whined. Lachlan climbed up behind Ivy, wrapping her arms around Ivy’s front and massaging her breasts while Greer continued to pleasure her.
Ivy cried out louder, and Nathalie finally stepped fully into the room and shut and locked the door behind her. The last thing they needed was a kid to wander in on them tonight. She started to strip off her clothes slowly, holding them and putting them onto the top of Lachlan’s dresser and right next to the strap she’d bought for Lachlan’s house. It was high time they all had exactly what they needed at each of their houses.
She slipped it through her legs and tightened it against her. She was fairly certain she wouldn’t need the lube she’d also purchased. She grabbed the dildo and ran her hand along it before pressing the heel of her hand into the side of her belly as the baby kicked her rather hard. As much as she loved feeling that, now wasn’t the time.
Ivy fell forward, and Lachlan slid off Greer, falling to the side and landing on her back. Nathalie was pleased when Greer immediately flipped onto her belly and pressed her face between Lachlan’s legs, not hesitating as she immediately started to lick and suck Lachlan’s clit. Her ass was still red from Nathalie’s hand, and that sent a little thrill of its own through Nathalie. She loved seeing that, and she’d have to try that out on Ivy as soon as she got a chance. But tonight was all about Greer, the one who had managed to bring them all together, the one who managed to see through all their failures and love them anyway.
“That’s it,” Nathalie said, stepping closer to the edge of the bed. “Get her off, Greer.”
Ivy laughed lightly, her eyes alight with joy as she lay sprawled out by the top of the bed. Nathalie smiled at her, but she moved in closer to Greer. Bending down, Nathalie pressed her mouth to the curve of Greer’s ass and kissed her, then bit her. Not hard, but hard enough that Greer groaned and jumped a little. But she didn’t say anything. Her mouth was still pressed between Lachlan’s legs.
“Fuck her, Nathalie. I want to watch.”
Nathalie glanced up to Ivy and nodded. That’s what they were here for, right? A release of all the pent-up emotions of the last two years, the end of what seemed like an era with Penny, even though it wasn’t entirely ended. Nathalie and Lachlan still had their lawsuit against her, and Nathalie wasn’t planning on dropping that any time soon.
“Touch yourself,” Nathalie said to Ivy and bit Greer’s plump ass again. She couldn’t get enough of it today. Moving in closer and raising up onto her knees, Nathalie pressed the dildo against Greer’s ass cheeks. She slid her fingers through Greer’s folds, finding her wet and slick. It was exactly what Nathalie had hoped for.
“I’m going to fuck you, Greer,” Nathalie said, not entirely sure that Greer could hear her through Lachlan’s keening. But when Greer wiggled her ass and pushed it back toward Nathalie, she knew that she had.
Nathalie gripped Greer’s hips hard and pulled her back, kneeling between her legs and positioning herself exactly where she wanted to be. She pushed in slowly and Greer tensed.
“Hold on!” Greer breathed the words heavily, her cheek pressed against Lachlan’s thigh and her eyes clenched shut tight.
Nathalie halted all forward movement, but she didn’t pull back either. She waited, sliding her hands over Greer’s ass and lower back in a soothing motion.
Greer swallowed and shook her head. “I haven’t ever…”
Nathalie’s heart hammered. “Ever?”
Greer shook her head again. “Just fingers.”
Shit. She should have asked, she should have told Greer that this was what she’d planned. She’d just assumed. Nathalie still didn’t move, waiting for more direction from Greer before she continued to do anything.
“Do you trust me?” Nathalie whispered.
“Yes,” Greer answered.
“Do you want me to continue?” Nathalie still kept her fingers moving in circles along Greer’s back and ass. Everything in the room had seemed to stop. Ivy watched them carefully, and Lachlan’s breathing had slowed. They were all waiting for Greer’s response.
“Yes.”
“I’ll go slowly.” Nathalie moved her hips gently, sliding the tip of the toy into Greer before stopping and slowly pulling back. “So slowly.”
She had to focus on control. She listened for Greer’s voice, whether it was a moan or a word, to tell her to continue or to stop. Nathalie ignored both Lachlan and Ivy, needing to make sure that Greer was getting exactly what she needed right now, care and comfort. She glanced down, surprised to find Ivy’s hand between Greer’s legs, slowly moving back and forth against Greer’s clit.
Greer moaned, the sweet sound lingering in Nathalie’s ears as she pushed forward again and then pulled back. She kept that pace, listening and watching until she was buried deep inside Greer’s body. She stayed there, not moving, while Greer calmed her breathing and nodded her head.
“So good,” Greer mumbled against Lachlan’s thigh. She said nothing else as she immediately pressed her mouth around Lachlan’s clit and started to suck again.
Lachlan cried out sharply, not expecting that move. Nathalie smiled to herself as she started a slow pace of thrusting into Greer. If this was her first time, then she didn’t want to hurt her. She wanted this to be slow and as pleasurable as possible. She continued to thrust, Ivy continued to tease Greer’s clit, and Greer continued to tease Lachlan up higher.
Everything was exactly as it should be. Nathalie watched each of them work together, giving each other exactly what they needed, and she held that sacred in her heart. Greer’s body moved with each thrust from Nathalie’s hips. Her nipples hardened, and warmth spread over her entire body as they continued to work together.
Lachlan’s voice echoed first, her entire body shifting as she raised her hands above her head and arched her back. Greer slowed her licks and moved her face from between Lachlan’s legs to rest her cheek against Lachlan’s thigh again.
Nathalie didn’t slow down or speed up. She kept her pace, thrusting her hips into Greer, the toy sliding in and out of her smoothly. Greer whimpered, her hips pushing back into Nathalie, which was exactly what Nathalie wanted to see. Greer was able to focus on what Nathalie and Ivy were doing now.
Greer drew in a deep breath, her eyes closed, and her cheek still pressed against Lachlan’s thigh as she tried to hold back her moan. Nathalie’s lips curled upward at the sight. She loved this. She loved them.
“Nat-Nathalie,” Greer groaned. “So close.”
“Don’t hold back now,” Nathalie replied, glancing to Ivy and grinning at her. They worked in tandem, bringing Greer to the edge of her orgasm before sliding her through it. Nathalie pulled out, sitting back on her heels. She hated that she couldn’t lean over and press kisses to Greer’s shoulders anymore, that she couldn’t always reach where she wanted to. But she’d be able to do that soon.
Ivy pulled herself to sit upward and then bent down over the dildo, sliding her lips around it and sucking Greer’s juices off it. She hummed and closed her eyes. “Fuck, you taste so good, Greer.”
Nathalie’s heart skipped a beat, and she couldn’t take her eyes away from Ivy. Ivy climbed up Nathalie and sank down onto the strap, wiggling her hips as she went. Nathalie drew in a sudden breath, not expecting this. Then again, this was Ivy, she was rarely expected. And perhaps she would get closer back to her old self now the divorce was finalized.
“Is it your turn to fuck me?” Nathalie asked, sliding her hands up Ivy’s thighs to her hips.
“Fuck myself on you, you mean?” Ivy bent down and kissed her, their breasts touching. Ivy’s hard nipples slid across Nathalie’s overly sensitive ones, and kickstarted her own pleasure.
Ivy’s movements were slow at first, a slide of her hips back and forth. The pressure of the dildo against Nathalie’s clit increased each time Ivy moved, sending waves of pleasure through her. She was the only one who hadn’t gotten off so far, and she wasn’t going to hold back any longer. She wanted Ivy on top of her, Lachlan against her, Greer beside her. She wanted them all together with her from now on.
Nathalie reached for Greer, brushing her fingers along Greer’s skin. Greer shifted and then so did Lachlan. They both came over to her, kissing her, touching her. Their hands skimmed her body all over, and it was so hard for Nathalie to be able to tell who was touching her where. All the sensations floated through her, picking her up, carrying her through into the next moment.
She lifted her hips up and started to thrust into Ivy as she came back down, the slapping sounds growing louder with each thrust. Nathalie grunted. She wasn’t going to be able to do this for much longer, but hopefully, she wouldn’t have to. Ivy cried out loudly, falling forward, only to be caught by Lachlan. Greer pressed her hand between Nathalie’s legs, sliding two fingers inside her and giving Nathalie exactly what she needed.
She came.
Pleasure rolled through her. Nathalie reached up and pulled Greer’s mouth down to hers for a long, sloppy kiss. Then Lachlan. Nathalie nipped Lachlan’s lower lip before sliding their tongues together and holding onto her. She had no idea what she would have done without Lachlan—she was such a lifesaver. Finally, Ivy. Nathalie kissed Ivy, letting Ivy continue to wiggle on top of her and kiss her and tease her even though she was ready to curl around them and fall asleep.
“I love you,” Nathalie said as she pulled away. “All of you.”
“You too, hot stuff.” Ivy giggled.
“Mm-hmm,” Greer hummed and lazily lay next to Nathalie on the end of the bed.
Lachlan, however, moved in for another kiss. “We all love you, too.”