With Me in Seattle Bundle One

by Kristen Proby

  “Happy birthday,” she murmurs, and I laugh.

  “God, honey, you’re amazing.”

  She’s so fucking amazing.

  “I take it you like the pictures?” She leans back and grins down at me.

  “I love them. Natalie?”

  “Yeah, Nat took them.”

  “Remind me to thank her, too.”

  “I hope you just send her a thank-you card or something, rather than thank her this way.”

  “Um, yeah, that sounds like a good plan.” I brush her hair off her cheek and pull her down for another kiss. “I have something else for you,” I whisper against her lips.

  “You do?”

  “Yes, come on.” I lift her off me and tuck my dick back in my pants, while she shimmies her skirt back down, and open the back door.

  “I’m not wearing any shoes.”

  “Here.” I lift her easily, and she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my cheek.

  “Thanks.”

  “Anytime.”

  When we get down to the gazebo, I nod my head in satisfaction. It’s decorated exactly the way it was the first time I brought her here, when I gave her Mom’s necklace.

  “Oh, Nate, this is beautiful.”

  “I’m glad you like it.” I pour her another glass of champagne from the bottle the catering company left down here, and we settle on the plush couch.

  “Julianne.” I take her hand in mine, and the nerves are back. Fuck. I take a long pull off the champagne.

  She’s looking at me curiously, her head cocked. “Nate, it’s okay.”

  My eyes dart to hers, and my stomach immediately settles. That song she loves, I Won’t Give Up, starts to play through the speakers, and I know. This is my moment.

  I clear my throat and look down at our linked hands, and then back up into her perfectly blue eyes, searching for the words I’ve practiced every day in my head for the past two months.

  “I love you, Julianne. I’ve loved you for a long time. You and I are a team, in every way. You amaze me with your strength, with your kindness, and the love you show everyone around you, including me.” Tears leak out the sides of her eyes, and I reach over to catch them with my fingertips.

  “Don’t cry, baby,” I whisper. I can’t stand it when she cries. “Jules, we were meant to be. I knew it the minute I first saw you.” I kneel before her and pull the red Cartier box out of my pocket and open it so she can see the vintage-style diamond engagement ring I picked out for her a month ago.

  More tears fall out of her wide eyes as she stares down at it and then back up at me in awe and surprise and love, and I don’t need to search for the words anymore.

  “Marry me, Julianne. Share my life with me. Be mine for the rest of my life.”

  Her lips tremble before they spread into a wide smile, and she launches herself into my arms, holding me tightly around the neck, her face buried against me.

  “Honey, I need to hear the words,” I murmur with a chuckle.

  “Yes.” She pulls back and holds my face in her hands, looking deeply into my eyes. “Yes, Nate, I’ll marry you.”

  I rest my forehead on hers and breathe a long sigh of relief.

  “Thank you,” I whisper. “Can I put this on you now?”

  “Hell yes, ace.” She laughs and wipes her tears away as I slide the ring on her tiny finger. She holds it up and admires it. “You did good, babe.”

  “I’m so glad you approve,” I reply drily.

  “I do.” She smiles sweetly at me, and my gut clenches in love and lust, and she hugs me tightly again. “I love you, Nate.”

  “I love you, too, Julianne.”

  “Did you say something about chocolate cheesecake?”

  THE END

  Note from the Author:

  I hope you enjoyed Nate and Jules’ story. Nate McKenna has been, and continues to be, one of the most beloved of my characters by my readers, and as such, I had many requests to write the prologue from Nate’s point of view.

  So I did.

  Here is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy it!

  Nate’s Prologue

  Summer

  I grip her round ass and lift her against the wall of the hallway outside my bedroom. I can’t wait another minute to feel her sexy, long legs wrapped around my waist. Julianne wraps her arms and legs around me and holds on tight as I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in.

  God, she smells good. She’s all vanilla and clean sunshine, and she’s just so fucking sweet.

  She pulls my hair out of the tie and pushes her fingers through it as I lean back to just look down into her bright, lust-filled blue eyes.

  Fuck me, she’s beautiful.

  She’s panting and clinging to me, and I rock my pelvis against hers, reveling in how hot her center is, even through my slacks. She offers me a sassy little smile. God, I love her smart attitude.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are, Julianne?” I whisper against her lips. I can’t get enough of her lips. Soft and perfect, I nibble them again, and when she rocks those hips, pushing herself against my cock, I can’t take it any longer.

  “I need you naked, now.” And I do. I lift her easily and carry her into the bedroom, not bothering to stop and turn on the light. If I’m not inside her, now, my dick will explode.

  We make quick work of our clothes, pulling at each other, stripping the offensive fabric away and flinging it all about the room until we’re naked, and now I have unfettered access to her gorgeous, slim body. I can’t stop touching her soft skin, her firm breasts, her sides, her back.

  I can’t fucking believe she’s here, finally. She’s my every fantasy.

  I push my fingers into her amazing blond hair and pull her lips to mine, kissing the shit out of her. Jesus, her lips are incredible, and if I don’t slow this down, I’m going to make a fool of myself before I even get her on the bed.

  I lift her, cradling her in my arms, and lay her gently on my bed.

  Licking and kissing my way up her body, I cover her, settle my pelvis between her legs, and return to kissing those amazing lips. Her hands are all over me, running up and down my torso, my shoulders, my arms.

  I love how eager she is to touch me, and I kick myself in the ass for not turning the light on. I’d love to look into those baby blues and watch her response to me. Watch her eyes go wide as I sink inside her. Watch her legs tremble when my mouth is on her.

  I can’t stop touching her hair, brushing it off her face, as I kiss her tenderly and let her run those small hands over me, exploring my body. God, she makes me fucking crazy.

  Finally, I lean on my elbow at the side of her head and run my fingers down her face, her neck, and finally to her breast, and tease the nipple in my fingertips. It pebbles up, and I have to taste it, pull on it with my teeth, and kiss it again as my hand continues the journey down her flat stomach and to that sweet spot that I can’t wait to bury myself in.

  Fuck, she’s so wet! I slip past her hard clit and plunge two fingers inside her warm, wet, tight-as-fuck pussy, and circle her clit with my thumb.

  “Oh God!” Her back bows off the bed, and she pushes her pelvis against my hand. Damn, she’s so tight. There’s no way in hell she’s a virgin, but she’s also clearly not had sex in a while.

  Thank Christ.

  “Oh, you are so wet. And so fucking tight. How long has it been for you, honey?” Fuck, I’m going to hurt her. There’s no way around it. The only other option is to not make love to her, and that’s just not an option.

  No fucking option at all.

  I’ve waited too long to have her here with me, in my bed, and by God, I’m keeping her here.

  She stills for a moment at my question, making me grin. “Longer than I care to think about.” She lifts her hips against my hand again, and I groan.

  “Shit, I want you. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.” My lips find hers again, more demanding now. I can’t get enough of her. I need her like I need to breathe
.

  “We shouldn’t do this,” she whispers.

  Fuck yes, we should.

  “Why not?” I whisper back and nibble over to her ear, teasing her earlobe with the tip of my tongue before I grip it firmly in my teeth, making her squirm against me.

  “Because... Oh God, yes, right there.” Her hips are circling, pushing against my hand rhythmically, and she skims her hands down my back to my ass, pulling me to her, and I know that she wants me as desperately as I want her.

  “You were saying?”

  “We could both be fired. No-frat policy.”

  “I don’t give a fuck about anyone’s policy right now.” I clench my lips around her other nipple, lick and lave it, and work my way down her amazing little body, teasing her navel with my tongue, and then I find her wet center, spread her thighs wider, plant a kiss on each soft thigh and then sink into her.

  Fucking hell, she tastes good. She’s sweetness, and I know, right now, I will never, ever get my fill of her.

  She is mine.

  “Fuck!” She bucks her hips up off the bed, making me grin. I grip her hips tightly and hold her to me, then spread her legs farther apart, pull my fingers out of her and make love to her with my tongue, swirling and pushing around her clit and lips, and finally plunging deep inside her.

  She grips my hair in her hands, and I briefly consider making her hold on to the headboard, but change my mind. She’s not ready for that yet.

  Next time.

  Her legs are starting to tremble, and she’s writhing and squirming against my mouth. God, I love how responsive she is.

  I lick up to her clit and push my flat tongue against that tiny nub while I push a single finger inside her, hitting that little, rough spot, and send her into oblivion.

  Her pussy tightens around my finger, milking and pulling at it, as she cries out, and I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside her.

  I open the condom and lick and kiss my way back up her incredible body, paying special attention to her nipples, loving the sound of the breath catching in her throat. Finally, my lips are on hers again, where they fucking belong, and she’s wrapping herself around me, eagerly pressing against me.

  It’s almost my undoing.

  I raise up on my hands, braced above her, my cock cradled in that glorious wetness, and want so desperately to plunge inside her and fuck her, hard, until she screams my name.

  God, I want this woman.

  But I can’t move. I’m staring down at her, wishing again that I could see her eyes. Her hands travel down my back, up my sides, and back down again.

  “Nate, I want you,” she murmurs in her soft voice.

  “I know.” Fuck, I want you, too.

  “Now, damn it.” I grin at her impatience.

  “You are so fucking hot.” I softly kiss her forehead and breathe her in again. Jesus, is she really here? Am I dreaming?

  “Inside me!”

  I’m about to laugh at her impatience, but she wraps that hand around my dick, and I’m about to explode like a fucking teenager. She gently pushes up and down, not too tight, just exploring me, and it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.

  Then she gets to the tip and stills. “Holy shit, what is that?”

  I chuckle softly and kiss her lips, trying to distract myself from her magical fingers tracing the head of my dick and flicking against the piercing.

  “It’s an apa.”

  “A what-a?” she whispers.

  I can tell she’s a little shocked, and a lot curious, and my excitement just skyrocketed.

  Just wait until you see the tats, baby.

  “An apadravya. Fuck, honey.”

  “Why would you get this?” she asks, her voice full of curiosity and lust.

  “You’re about to find out.” I roll the condom on and plunge my fingers into her hair again, holding her face to me as I kiss her, devouring her mouth. She wraps her arms around me and lifts her hips until the tip of my dick is resting on her lips.

  Dear God, she’s going to be the death of me.

  I slowly, gently slip inside her hot core. She’s so fucking wet that she easily accepts me inside her, and I don’t stop until I’m buried balls-deep in her.

  “Fuck, I love how tight you are,” I whisper against her lips, and she tightens around me, pulls me more firmly against her with her legs and grips my hair in her hands. She doesn’t want me to go anywhere, and damned if I plan to.

  I want to stay here forever, buried inside her.

  I start to slowly move, plunging in and pulling out in a long, slow rhythm. I feel the metal balls dragging against her walls, and her body’s reaction to it is astounding. She’s quivering and pulsing against me, clenching me. Fuck, she’s so strong.

  Getting that fucker was the best damn thing I ever did.

  She’s not going to last long, thank God, because neither am I. I pick up the pace and twist my hips, just a bit, and I feel her begin to shudder beneath me.

  “Come on, honey, let go,” I whisper against her lips.

  She cries out as she grips me like a vice and comes around me, shuddering and shaking, her pussy milking me, and I have no choice but to follow her over the edge.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  ***

  “Are you okay?” I ask and pull her against me, settling us into the bed.

  “Yes.”

  “Do you need anything?” I run my fingers down her soft cheek and sigh contentedly.

  “No, thank you.”

  I can feel her withdrawing, regretting this already, and it fucking pisses me off.

  “Do you want me to turn on the light?” I ask calmly and reach for the lamp beside the bed, but she stops me with her hand firmly on my arm.

  “No, it’s fine.”

  “You don’t sound like yourself. Are you sure you’re okay?” Talk to me, baby.

  “I’m tired. Probably too much wine.”

  Bullshit. She didn’t drink that much. I noticed. I notice everything about her. I hate myself for being such a pussy and not making her talk to me, tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of hers, but I know that she won’t open up to me right now, and if I push it, she’ll run. I just want to hold her in my arms all night long. We can talk in the morning and discuss where we go from here.

  Because the job can kiss my ass. She’s mine. And, God knows, I’m hers.

  I kiss her forehead and turn her away from me, curling around her back, tucking her against me. She fits perfectly.

  “Go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”

  I tighten my arms around her and fall asleep with my nose buried against her hair, breathing her in.

  ***

  I wake before the alarm, as usual. I run my hands down my face and then I remember. Julianne.

  I reach for her, but the bed is cold and empty, except for me. I frown and sit up. Did she already get up? I hope she made some coffee.

  But I don’t smell coffee, and unease settles, unwelcomed, in the pit of my stomach.

  Not bothering to pull on underwear, I hurry to the living room, but she’s nowhere to be found. The condo is empty, showing no signs of her. Her purse and clothes are gone. My heart drops into my stomach.

  She fucking left.

  Son of a bitch.

  It took me a year to get her here. How long is it going to take me to get her back?

  PLAY WITH ME

  Book Three in the With Me In Seattle Series

  By

  Kristen Proby

  PLAY WITH ME

  Book Three in the With Me In Seattle Series

  Kristen Proby

  Copyright © 2013 by Kristen Proby

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ated. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.

  Cover image used under license from istockphoto.com.

  Cover design by Renae Porter.

  Dedication:

  This book is dedicated to my brother, Mike Holien. There has never been a prouder big sister! You make me laugh, and you’re totally okay with me being the favorite. I love you, baby brudder.

  Prologue

  Ms. McBride,

  Thank you for your inquiry regarding Will Montgomery and the rest of the team appearing at your hospital. Our organization receives thousands of similar requests each year, and unfortunately, Mr. Montgomery is unable to fulfill every request. He is not available at this time.

  Regards,

  Susan Jones

  Public Relations, Seattle Football

  Nice.

  This makes the fifth rejection from the elusive Will Montgomery in the past two years. My kids will be disappointed again.

  I clear the e-mail from my screen and throw the phone in my handbag, climb out of my car and head into Red Mill Burgers, my favorite place to indulge in a big, juicy burger and fries.

  I stand in the back of the line and contemplate the latest in a long line of rejection letters from the Seahawks. I am a nurse at Seattle Children’s Hospital, and my teenagers would love nothing more than to meet their sports heroes. I thought celebrities got off on photo ops like this. All I’m asking for is a couple of hours. They don’t have to spend the night, for Pete’s sake.

  I glance to my right, and sitting right in the middle of the tiny restaurant is none other than my college buddy Jules and her brother Will Motherfucking Montgomery.

  Son of a bitch!

  I love Jules. She and Natalie and I were good friends in college, so I will absolutely go say hi. I just wish I didn’t have to speak to her arrogant ass of a brother in the process.