22. Nate
Nate
Bringing Rory back to my house was a mistake. I could tell as soon as we walked through the front door.
Not because I don’t want to talk to her, or because I don’t want her here.
But because I do. I need her here, in my house, in my arms, and now that she’s standing in my living room, my hands are itching to touch her, my body desperate to close the distance between us.
“I have something for you.” I grab the squeaky toy from the kitchen counter and carry it to the living room. “I was shopping for Ollie and saw this. It made me think of Spam.”
I hold out the plush toy that looks just like a can of Spam’s namesake.
Rory’s nose twitches. “You got Spam for Spam?”
I shrug, smiling. “I figured he’d appreciate it more than Ollie. Besides, Ollie destroys toys like this in a matter of seconds. I thought it might have a fighting chance of lasting more than a few minutes if it belonged to Spam.”
Rory takes the toy from me and leans down, offering it to the little guy who’s jumping on his hind legs, almost vibrating with excitement over his new toy.
As soon as Rory lets go, Spam grips the toy between his teeth and hightails it out of the living room, tail held high and wagging furiously.
Ollie has remained in his crate since we got here, despite the door being open. It’s his safe space, and clearly he remembers Spam and isn’t in the mood to play.
“Thank you,” Rory says, turning to me. Her eyes are softer now. “That…means a lot.”
“I’d do anything for you, Rory.”
It’s the truth, and I mean it every single time I say it.
She takes a step closer to me, and I hold out my arms.
It’s Rory who initiates the hug, though, stepping into my embrace and wrapping her arms around me.
I breathe in her scent, the familiarity of the citrus shampoo surrounding me. It’s like coming home, having her this close to me.
I know I’m holding her longer than I should, but she’s not pushing me away or stepping back.
If anything, she’s leaning into me, pressing her body more firmly against mine.
I press my lips to the top of her head.
When she shifts, I wonder if I misread the situation, if I pushed things too much.
But then she tilts her head to look up at me.
Our eyes meet.
Her pupils dilate as our gazes lock, and her lips part.
And I know I may not get another opportunity like this one.
I keep my touch soft as I bring my hand up the length of her spine, to the back of Rory’s neck, until my palm gently grips the back of her head.
Then I lower my head to hers, our lips meeting.
At first it’s tentative, chaste, but when she lets a soft moan slip out, I tighten my hold, pulling her closer, and deepen the kiss.
I slip my tongue into her mouth, and that taste…
Oh, dear God, that taste. It’s everything I’ve missed.
Her hands tighten on my back, and it’s exactly what I need to know that she needs this, too.
We stand there in the center of the living room, time stopping while we rediscover one another.
Fuck, this is everything.
I deepen the kiss, pressing my lips harder against Rory’s, and she reciprocates. I nip at one corner of her lips, then cover her mouth with mine to swallow her moan.
When we finally tear ourselves apart, we’re breathing hard.
“Rory,” I manage, studying her face. “I need you.”
It’s all I can get out, but she just nods.
I slip my hands beneath her ass and lift her until she wraps her legs around my torso, holding herself tight to me.
It takes me four steps to cross the room until her back is to the wall. She grips me tightly as she presses her lips to mine.
Our kiss is frantic, needy, and I can’t get enough.
Every rational thought I had about going slow, earning back her trust little by little, vanishes as I drink her in.
My cock is hard as a rock, throbbing painfully against my jeans.
Rory shifts again, settling her center over my length. The friction builds between us as our mouths meld together.
Having her this close to me, holding me like this, makes the edges of my vision blacken and my knees go weak.
The wall holds us both in place, keeping me from falling to the floor with Rory in my arms.
Her breath turns into short gasps as we move together, and when her legs tighten around me and she grinds down hard, I can’t hold back, coming right there in my pants like a teenager in love.
But then, that’s what Rory and I have always been. Pure, untainted first loves. And this thing between us now is the same and completely different, and I can’t get enough.
I lower her feet to the floor and rest my forehead against hers, both of us breathing heavily.
“Nate,” she says, an embarrassed laugh escaping. “I’m… That was…”
I kiss her forehead. “God, I’ve missed you, Rory.”
She bites her lip and looks up at me. Lust still hoods her eyes, and her cheeks are flushed pink.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
Before she can say anything, Spam lets out a yip from next to my foot.
I laugh, looking down at him. “I think he’s telling us to get a room.”
My tone is light, but I’m not making any assumptions here. The ball is in Rory’s court.
It always has been.
She nods, but I want more. I want her to be sure this time.
As much as I need her in my bed, need to be inside her, none of that matters if she isn’t sure.
I press two fingers beneath her chin, lifting her gaze to mine. “Are you sure, Rory? I don’t want to push. I might have gotten carried away just now. You drive me crazy. But I can wait for you.”
And I can, if I have to. Even though my cock is stiffening again already, despite the fact that I just came right there in my boxers, I can hold off if she’s not ready.
Spam yips again, and this time, Rory is the one who laughs.
“I don’t want to wait anymore, Nate. I need you.”
Those words are still ringing in my ears when I lift her into my arms, bridal style, and carry her up the stairs to my room. Our room.
“I’m too heavy.”
She giggles, but I ignore her.
She’s perfect.
I set her down just inside the door, then I close it behind us to keep out any nosy dogs.
“Give me a minute,” I whisper.
In the en suite bathroom, I shed my pants and clean up quickly, then I wrap a towel around my waist before I gather the two candles from the edge of the tub.
It’s not much, but I want this time to be special.
I have visions of a candle-lit coupling, romantic music playing in the background. The kind of thing you see in the movies.
When I exit the bathroom, though, I almost drop the candles, because Rory seems to have a different vision for us.
She’s on my bed, her clothes abandoned on the floor. The way she’s positioned on her side emphasizes her lush breasts.
Her rosy areolae and her peaked nipples draw my gaze.
Fuck, I’d give anything to taste them.
But then I take in the rest of her body, every single inch drawing me in even further.
The soft swell of her stomach.
The dark hair at the apex of her thighs.
The shine of arousal, already visible on her thighs.
Damn. Having this woman in my bed makes me the luckiest man alive.
Now I just need to find a way to keep her here.
A tiny pucker of Rory’s brow tells me I’ve been silent too long during my perusal, and I snap to attention.
I’m not about to let her doubt herself for even one second.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Rory,” I say.
The tension on her face eases.
I set the candles on the side table and light each one, taking my time. “I’m going to worship every inch of you tonight, babe.”
“Maybe I want to worship you,” she says, surprising me.
She shifts then climbs off the bed and drops to her knees in front of me.
She tugs on the towel, pulling it to the floor in one swift move.
I groan at the look on her face, the small smile as she bites her lip and her gaze settles on my cock.
“You’re already hard,” she says in wonderment.
“Yeah.”
“I thought it took, like…a while. For guys. To…you know.” She twists her lips to one side, her earlier confidence faltering.
I smirk down at her. “Not for you, babe. This is all because of you.”
If anything, I have trouble not being hard around her.
The words seem to restore her confidence. She reaches out her small hand and grips my length with a tentative pressure.
My eyes roll back in my head.
And then she leans forward and takes me into her mouth, and I see stars.
“Fuck, Rory,” I say as she hollows out her cheeks to take me deeper. “That’s incredible.”
She pulls off to look at me. “Yeah?” she says, a cheeky grin on her face.
I like this side of Rory. The confidence in her own body is hot as fuck, but I don’t want her to forget who’s in charge in the bedroom.
I want this to be sweet and perfect for our first time back together, sure. But I’m not against a little dirty talk.
“Yeah, babe. Your mouth is fantastic.” I wind my fingers in her ponytail, tightening just enough that she can feel the tension, that little tingle in her scalp that reminds her who’s in charge. “But just wait until I’m inside you.”
I use her hair as leverage to push her a little deeper onto me. Not enough that it’s too much for her, but enough for her to realize I’m in control.
“I’m going to make you come so hard that I’m going to ruin you for every other guy out there, Rory. I’m going to fuck you so good that you’ll never question who you belong with ever again.”
Her gaze stays on my face, and I watch carefully to make sure I’m not pushing her too hard, but all I see in her eyes is need.
I release her hair and pull out of her mouth. “Now get on the bed so I can show you just how much I missed you.”
Rory sits back on her heels, eyeing me. “What if I want to make you come in my mouth?”
“Then you’ll have to wait for next time, babe.” I reach down and lift her easily, hoisting her onto the bed as she giggles.
“What’s so funny?”
Rory pulls her hair tie out, letting her dark hair splay across the pillow. “You. You’re, like, all sweet and considerate with the candles and stuff, and then you’re all alpha and pulling my hair.”
“Alpha, huh? How do you know what that means?” I open my nightstand drawer and pull out a condom.
Rory shakes her head. “I’m good. You know I have the IUD, and we always used condoms too, just in case, but…I want to feel you. All of you.” Her tongue peeks out, running across her pink lips. “And…romance novels. That’s how I know about alpha males.”
I toss the condom back into the drawer. “Romance novels, huh?”
I climb onto the bed and part her legs, nestling myself between them.
The sight of her center nearly does me in all on its own.
Pink and perfect and wet.
I swipe a finger along her opening, eliciting a gasp, and lick some of the arousal off my finger.
“You taste so fucking good, Rory.” I reach forward and tap her lips. “Taste yourself.”
The sensation of Rory licking her own essence off my finger pushes me even closer to the edge.
I position myself at her entrance and study her face. “Are you sure, Rory?”
It would take every bit of strength I have to stop now, but I want her to be sure. I want her to be all in with us, the way I am. And I’ll wait if I have to, even if it kills me.
She nods, but I need more.
“Out loud, babe. I need to know you’re sure this time.”
“I’m sure. I want you.” She swallows, lifting her pelvis toward me. “Fuck me, Nate. Make love to me. Show me I’m yours.”
Her words are all I need. I thrust forward, burying myself in her and driving myself all the way home.