Life After Taylah(58)

Nate rumbles against me and his mouth finds my flesh again. “Is that so?”

“It’s so,” I breathe, loving the feeling of his hard body surrounding mine.

He sucks on my neck gently and I tremble, tangling my fingers into his and putting them in my lap. He continues to suck and lick down my neck until he reaches my shoulder.

“You want to be fucked by the water, baby?”

I gasp when his hands pull from mine and cup my breasts. He gently massages, causing little tinges to shoot through my body. As much as I want him to take me by the water, I want something else more. I pull from his arms and turn, sliding my body down so I’m on my belly. I reach out and take hold of his pants, looking up at him with a lustful expression.

“What’re you doin’?” he murmurs, watching as I unbutton his pants.

“I want to taste you.”

“Shit,” he groans when I reach inside his pants and wrap my hand around his already aching cock.

My sex jerks to life and my hands tremble as I free him, exposing him to me. He has a beautiful cock, long and hard, just the right thickness. I lean down and rub the smooth skin of his head against my cheek. He moans above me and his fingers find my hair. He threads them through it, tugging just slightly. I press my lips to his cock and he jerks with anticipation. He slides a hand down to my mouth and slips his thumb in at the corner, parting my lips.

“Don’t tease me, darlin’,” he rasps. “Suck.”

So demanding. My body aches for him. I part my lips and slide the tip of his cock into my mouth. He hisses and his body arches up, pressing him further. I slide my mouth down further, taking him as deep as I can. I swirl my tongue up and down the vein on his shaft, keeping my lips tight. His groaning becomes ragged and his fingers tighten in my hair.

“Shit. So fuckin’ sweet.”

I move quicker, bobbing my head up and down, sucking him in as deeply as I can take him. I feel him bumping the back of my throat. I close my eyes, trembling all over as I feel his cock swell in my mouth.

“I’m goin’ to come, Dancer, fuck . . .”

I don’t take my mouth away. Instead, I suck him harder and faster. His groaning gets louder and louder until his hips do a final jerk and I feel him explode into my mouth, hot bursts of come sliding down my throat. I swallow all of him, sucking and licking until there’s nothing left. He slumps backwards, holding himself up on his elbows as I pull back, kneeling in front of him and grinning.

“You sucked that like a boss,” he rasps.

I burst out laughing, shaking my head from side to side at his comment. “A boss? Really? You felt that was the most appropriate comment at a time like this?”

He chuckles and looks over at me. “Seriously, you just took that shit like a pro. Are you a pro?” He cocks his eyebrow at me.

“No, I’m not a pro. I just . . . I like it.”

“That’ll be a damned first.”

“You’re to tell me no other women have enjoyed having their mouth on your cock?”

“Baby,” he murmurs, staring at the sky. “Firstly, if you say cock again I’m going to flip you over and fuck you. Secondly, of course I’ve had women enjoy my dick, but nothing like that.”

“That’s what they all say.” I laugh, twisting and dropping down beside him.

He snorts and rolls towards me, pulling his pants back up. He pulls me into his arms and tucks me into his chest.

“It’s nice out here,” I say, sighing with contentment.

“It makes me happy,” he says, stretching out.

I am just relaxing into his arms when his phone begins to ring in his pocket. He stares down at it and I see Lena’s name flashing on the screen. He stiffens and untangles himself from me, sitting up and staring at it.

“You can answer it,” I say, my heart aching. “I’ll be silent.”

He looks at me, his eyes flashing with pain. I turn away, unable to take his expression, the way he’s so torn. You’ll never be number one. Never. I hear him click the answer button and say, “Yeah?”

He’s silent for a moment.

“Macy, why have you got Mommy’s phone, honey?”

Macy is ringing him? How does a three-year-old ring him?

“What do you mean Mommy won’t wake up?”

He’s on his feet now, straightening his pants with one hand and holding the phone with the other. He gets to his bike and turns to me, but I’m already right behind him, my eyes wide and concerned.

“Put her on the phone.”

A long, dreaded silence follows.

“Okay, Daddy is coming now. Stay right there and don’t move, okay?”

He nods twice and then hangs up, turning to me. “She’s saying Lena won’t wake up. I gotta go.”