“Put your hands on the wall,” he commands quietly, his voice filled with need.
I do as instructed, leaning forward just a little. Nate places his hands on the back of my thighs and slowly slides them upward towards my ass. His big, strong hands kneed the globes of my bare ass before making their way to my wet front.
“Nice choice of underwear,” Nate says, referring to my lace trimmed thong. “We’re going to make this quick and you definitely need to be as quiet as possible.”
Nate wraps his big body around my back, running one hand over my throbbing core. He slides the panties to the side and begins his assault. His fingers are firm and as he concentrates on the place I need him the most.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he whispers against my ear. His tongue running up and down the column of my neck as he places open-mouthed kisses in the path.
One finger slips inside of me, quickly followed by a second. My legs quiver and shake. Nate’s strong arms pull me tightly against him; his shorts-covered erection pressed firmly against my bare behind. My dress is up around my hips as his fingers continue their quest for pleasure. I grind back against him as he pushes me towards the orgasm I know is within reach.
“Fuck, I love the little noises you make while I do this. I love the way you feel pressed against my body. I fucking love the way you feel on the inside,” Nate all but growls in my ear. “Come for me, baby,” he adds as he flicks his thumb over my pulsing nub.
I come. Hard. I come so hard I have to bite down on my lip to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. I wither against Nate’s body as I slowly float back down to earth. My legs weaken as he slowly runs his fingers inside of me one last time. He slowly pulls his fingers out and rubs around on the outside without letting go of me.
“Sir, do you need any assistance?” the salesman asks from outside the curtain.
I tense against Nate’s body as Nate replies, “No, I think I’ve managed just fine.”
I look up and realize I’m staring directly at Nate and myself. I didn’t even notice the mirror when I came in here. I was so focused on how amazing Nate looked in his tux that I didn’t even realize I was being fingered against a mirror.
I make quick work at righting my thong and dress. My face is flush and my breathing is labored. The look on Nate’s face is fierce. Primal.
“Watching you come in that mirror was the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers before placing a hard kiss against my lips.
He pulls back, adjusting his hard-on in his tux pants, and gives me that famous smile. “I might have to install mirrors above my bed,” he says. “You better go back out before you get us in trouble,” he adds with a slap on my ass.
I yelp and give him a shocked look as I open the curtain and step outside. The salesman is standing there with an unpleasant, knowing look on his face.
Busted.
“He’ll be out in just a minute,” I mumble and walk towards the front of the store.
A few minutes later, Nate steps out wearing his street clothes, tuxedo stuffed back inside the garment bag, and wearing the world’s biggest grin on his face.
“I take it everything worked out for you, sir,” I overhear the salesman say to Nate.
“Everything was perfect,” Nate replies.
After Nate takes care of paying for the tuxedos at the counter, we head back out to the Mustang.
“Where to?” he asks as he holds open the door for me.
“How about the creek?” I reply, sliding into the hot, sticky car.
“A woman after my own heart,” he agrees with a smile.
Nate walks around the front of the car - yes, I’m checking out his ass as he goes - and slides into the Mustang. He fires up the horses and pulls out of the parking spot. We’re heading down the road, back towards Rivers Edge, before I know it. Our fingers are linked as we chat the entire way. I’ve never felt comfortable with casual talking. When I was with Garrett, I was afraid to talk. His friends and colleagues always accused me of being snobby. The truth was I was afraid of what might happen if I said the wrong thing so I played the shy card and plastered on a fake smile. Smiled big for the crowd and the cameras. Hid the pain.
Before I know it, we’re pulling into the lane. Nate makes quick work of opening the gate, and we’re heading up the long lane a few minutes later. I stand by idly as Nate unlocks the small shack and pulls out one chair. Placing it next to the water’s edge, he sits and slaps his leg in invitation.
I happily sit on Nate’s lap, throwing both legs over his. My arms are around his neck as I snuggle close. Nate wraps both arms protectively around me. He’s my solace.