I roll my eyes and help him carry everything out. I’m about to sit down when my phone chirps on the countertop. I rush over quickly, reading the message.
Nate – Come upstairs.
Huh? I turn to the guys and mumble, “Excuse me, I’ll be back in a second.”
They nod, but are too focused on the game to worry. I step into my room and gasp to see Nate, standing by my window. My heart stops beating as I take him in—God, I’ve missed him. I let my eyes drag down his body, taking in his boots, his faded denim jeans that hang on his hips, that tight black shirt that stretches across his chest and then those piercing eyes that take my breath away all over again. I rush forward, leaping on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
“How did you get in here?” I gasp, peppering little kisses over his cheeks.
“Climbed through the window. Fuck I missed you, Dancer.”
He walks us backwards, then he uses his boot to kick my bedroom door shut before pressing my back against it.
“What are you doing?” I whimper as his mouth finds my neck.
“Fucking my girl.”
“But they’re all downstairs, and . . .”
“Then baby,” he growls, tearing open my top, “you better not scream.”
Oh, God.
His lips crush down over mine and for a second I drown in him, unable to think of anything else, or even care that the guys are downstairs. All I can breathe, feel, see is Nate. He groans and deepens our kiss until our mouths are moving together in a frantic motion that has my blood pumping. My pussy clenches with need as he rocks me against his cock, causing the perfect amount of friction.
“We’re doin’ this hard and fast,” he murmurs into my ear. “I need inside you.”
I cry out in pleasure as he raises my skirt and slips his fingers beneath my panties. His fingers work over my clit, sliding down to gather my wetness before moving back up to taunt me once again.
“Nate,” I mewl. “Fuck, please.”
“So fuckin’ greedy for me, aren’t you, Dancer?”
“Yes.” I gasp. “Oh fucking yes.”
He reaches between us and takes hold of his jeans, bringing them down with one hard jerk. Then he takes hold of his cock and guides it inside me, filling me slowly. Oh . . . yes.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight and wet around my dick,” he groans, sliding out before slamming back in.
“Oh God,” I cry out.
His hand comes up and clamps over my mouth as his hips continue to fuck me senseless, driving his cock in and out of my heat until I’m screaming behind his hand and hanging on the edge of my orgasm. I’m just about there when there’s a knock on my door. I stop moving, Nate stops moving and we both stay very, very still. He moves his hand from my mouth and I take a few deep, steadying breaths.
“Av?” Kelly says. “You okay?”
“Ah, yeah, I was just feeling a little . . . off, suddenly,” I say, and my voice sounds ragged.
“You sick?”
Nate starts fucking me again. Oh, no.
“Ah,” I call out, trying to keep my voice from trembling. “Yeah.”
“Do you need me to get you anything?”
Nate’s finger is on my clit and he’s fucking me slowly, so slowly my mind feels like it’s about to explode, my body on the edge.
“I,” I begin, “no.”
“You sound shaky. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Nate drives deeper, bringing me to the edge once more.
“I . . . no . . . I just . . .” I begin but my words are cut off when I come.
I come hard, too. I don’t know if it’s because Kelly is at the door or if it’s just because Nate fucks so good. I drop my head into Nate’s shoulder and I bite down so hard he lets out a quiet grunt. Then I feel his cock pulsing inside me as he finds his own release.
“What?” Kelly calls. “Didn’t catch that?”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I yell, my voice breathy.
“All right.”
I hear his footsteps disappear and I turn to Nate, who is grinning.
“You’re evil, Nathaniel.”
He winks at me, and then jerks his hips again. I feel his cock sliding through my wetness and I gasp.
“You’re still hard?”
“It’s been a week.”
I grin as he begins fucking me slowly again. We don’t get far before his phone starts ringing. I throw a hand over my mouth and he quickly pulls out of me, taking a step back and digging it out of his pocket. He answers it with a ragged whisper.
“What?”
I can hear Lena’s voice on the other end and it’s quite clear. That would be because it’s so silent in the room right now, aside from our deep breathing.