Protect Me

by Lacey Black

  “Make love to me, Nate,” she whispers against my lips. The words wash over me, surrounding me in warmth. Love. I want to shout those three little words from the rooftop and declare my feelings for her. But, I know that now is not the time to profess my love to her. Now, I need to cherish her and show her that not all love is painful.

  I roll her over until she’s underneath me. Our hands are tugging at clothes, our fingers clawing at skin, and our mouths fusing together in that amazing erotic dance that is only for Lia and me.

  I rip my t-shirt over my head as Lia dives to unbuckle my pants. Once my t-shirt is free, I make quick work at removing her soft blue cotton shirt and follow it up with tugging at her yoga pants. God bless yoga pants.

  I strip us free of all remaining clothing and reach for the box of condoms that I tucked into the drawer of the nightstand sometime last week. I rip open the package, but Lia grabs it from my hand.

  “Let me,” she whispers seductively. Fuck me.

  I hold as still as possible as she painstakingly slowly covers my throbbing erection with the protection. I’m on my knees in front of her as she takes her sweet ass time, eyes roaming up over my body. Her hands feel like silk as she runs them up and down my length.

  I growl when she finishes and flip us both around so that I’m on my back and she’s straddling me. I want her to be in control. I want her to know that she is an equal in this relationship and nothing will ever change that.

  Relationship. Fuck, yes, we’re in a relationship. There’s no way in hell I’m letting her go after everything she’s shared.

  Lia positions me at her entrance and slowly starts to lower herself onto me. Damn, this woman feel sso right. Our moans mix in the night as she slides down, completely taking me in to the hilt. We both stay right there, without moving, as we revel in the sensations of me being inside her.

  “I have to move,” she moans as she slowly starts to slide back up my shaft. I gently grab her hips to help guide her in her pursuit for pleasure.

  “Do what you need to do, beautiful,” I reply as she starts to lower herself on me again with more urgency this time.

  I gaze up at her dark, soulful eyes. The blue in them appears black in the glow of night with passion dominating their depths. Lia starts to pick up the pace as she rides me. I realize that I’m getting dangerously close to saying the words I haven’t said to another woman in about fourteen years. Words that I want to say to Lia. And I will…when we’re both ready.

  I grip her hips tighter, careful not to appear too rough. That’s something I’ll have to mentally watch for from now on. Lia bounces and grinds against me, pulling me so dangerously close to the edge. I feel the familiar tingling at the base of my spine as my balls tighten. I flex my fingers against her soft skin as I grasp on to what’s left of my control. Just when I think I can’t hang on any longer, Lia starts to moan. Her insides tighten around me, and I’m done. Gone. The orgasm rips through my body as I uncontrollably shake and spasm. Lia stops moving on top of me, but her insides don’t. Her body continues to grip me like a vise. It’s enough that I could almost come a second time from the sheer pleasure of her body surrounding mine.

  Lia falls forward, her soft, dark hair fanning out around my head and on my face. We stick together in every place we touch as we both struggle to suck air into our lungs.

  “You slay me,” I tell her honestly. “You amaze me, and you damn sure do things to me that no one has ever done before. I feel so much more with you.”

  Lia rises up and stares into my eyes. The honesty of my statement causes her slight hesitation but she eventually softens and molds her body against mine.

  “I love being with you,” she whispers against my chest. The vibrations of her words send me reeling. It’s not the declaration of love I’d love to hear or love to give her, but it’s something close. Maybe Lia feels the same way I do. There’s no doubt that we have chemistry. We burn up the sheets, sure. But there’s so much more to us. She makes me laugh and feel things I’m not prepared to feel. Things I told myself I wasn’t allowed to feel.

  She makes me love her just by being her.

  I need a change of pace. “Hungry?” I ask from beneath her.

  “Starving,” she replies against my chest.

  “Let’s go see what kind of food you have in this place. Plus, I need to charge my phone and make some calls. Avery called my mom to let her know that I’m alive, but I imagine they aren’t going to settle down until they hear from me,” I say as I slowly roll the beauty off of my body. I instantly want to pull her back and plant myself firmly inside her again, but I know that we’re both tired as well as emotionally and sexually spent. We need food.

  I don’t complain as Lia walks out of the room naked and heads towards the kitchen. Her ass is amazing in a pair of jeans, but naked? I want to drop to my knees and worship the perfection of her ass. Of course, I don’t. I don’t want to look like the pussy Jake insists that I am, and I definitely don’t want to share this view with anyone else. I already want to kill one bastard, and I don’t need to make the list any longer.

  Instead, I follow like a little puppy dog. I head into the kitchen and watch as Lia pulls a pound of hamburger from the fridge, followed by spaghetti sauce and noodles from the cabinet. When she pulls the white apron out of the drawer, I almost come on the floor. Her back arches as she ties the string behind her lower back, pressing her breasts out for me to feast on.

  I force my feet to stay firmly planted in their place, though. It may actually be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but watching her work the kitchen as she starts to prepare dinner leaves me satisfied beyond words.

  I stroll over to the breadbox and remove the loaf of fresh Italian bread. We don’t say a word; just give each other sideways glances and small smiles, as we go about making dinner.

  Fifteen minutes later, as Lia strains the noodles and I pull the bread from the oven, I can’t help but stare at the simple beauty of the woman next to me. Without saying a single word, she has rocked my world again and made me feel those emotions I’ve kept locked deep inside for so long.

  Lia sets dinner on the table and gives me a big smile before she takes her seat. I slowly make my way towards her, food almost completely forgotten. I give her the passionate kiss that I can’t contain any longer, on her lush, sweet lips. I pull away after only a few moments and watch as her eyelids open, revealing her beautiful eyes.

  Yep, food first. Then that apron is definitely coming off.

  Chapter Eight

  Lia

  Last night was more fun than I’ve had in probably my entire life. After we ran through the rehearsal for Jake and Erin’s wedding, we went to Laverne’s Steakhouse for dinner. Erin doesn’t have much family, though her parents did fly in from Florida for the weekend. They even paid for the dinner last night which, according to Avery, is kind of surprising.

  I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in my life. Being at Nate’s side must have given all of his brother’s free reign to share every embarrassing story they could come up with. By the end of the night, I had tears streaming down my face, but Nate wasn’t so amused. In fact, he seemed ticked off. And I’m pretty sure the punch he threw to Travis’s arm left a big ol’ mark.

  But don’t worry. I made it up to him the moment we stepped through his front door. Twice.

  Today, the August sun is shining brightly in the sky. The wedding is set for later at six o’clock in the Stevens’ backyard. Getting married in the backyard of the house you grew up in is so sweet and completely inspiring. Erin wanted a small, intimate wedding and the Stevens’ place seemed like the perfect fit. And Jake gives Erin whatever she wants, so there you have it. An elegant backyard wedding.

  Mr. and Mrs. Stevens brought in a large white tent with ceiling fans inside. Large crystal-like chandeliers hang strategically throughout the tent, giving enough light to see and ensure a subtle, romantic atmosphere. There’s a dance floor and beautiful flowers draping everything t
hat stands still.

  In the master bedroom, Erin and her bridesmaids, Avery, Josselyn, Claire, and Holly, are getting ready. Mrs. Anderson has been coming in and out of the room all afternoon, and we can tell she stresses Erin out a little. So, we’ve made it our job to keep her mother busy and away from the bride until we can get her down the aisle.

  The clock reads five-thirty. Guests have begun arriving and are filling the tent. Brightly colored flowers adorn the entrance of the tent and the caterers are busy preparing tonight’s dinner in the kitchen. It’s perfect.

  “Erin, do you have your Something New?” Avery asks with a grin.

  Erin looks around the room as if to confirm that both mothers aren’t within earshot. “Yes, I have it. I’m wearing it,” she replies as her cheeks darken.

  Avery laughs and turns to wink at Josselyn.

  “What did I miss?” I ask the room.

  “I surprised Erin last night with her Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue,” Avery says.

  “And?” I ask, nodding my encouragement for her to continue.

  “Well, her Something Old is my grandmother’s hair clip. I wore it in my hair on my wedding day, as did Josselyn.” Erin leans forward to show off the intricate silver clip with white pearls and crystals.

  “Her Something Borrowed is her handkerchief there,” Avery says, pointing to the small piece of material Erin has had a death grip on since my arrival.

  “It was my grandmother’s,” she says quietly as tears gather in the corners of her emerald green eyes.

  “Enough of that, Erin. You don’t want us to have to call Elvira back in here to touch up your makeup, do you?” Elvira is the gothic makeup artist the salon sent over when their usual girl came down with the flu. Fortunately, Erin’s makeup did not turn out as scary as the artist’s. Erin’s is subtle and timeless.

  Erin shakes her head “No” quickly and wills the tears to remain at bay.

  “Her Something Blue is her garter. I had hand-sewn blue flowers and crystals on it and it’s stunning,” Avery says as she points towards Erin’s leg. Erin pulls up the long, ivory satin dress to show the pretty piece of work.

  “And her something New is what’s underneath the dress,” Avery says with a sly smile.

  “That, you’re not seeing,” Erin says as she drops her dress in place and smoothes down the silky material.

  “For my future sister-in-law, the garment is scandalous,” Avery says with a smile as Josselyn vigorously shakes her head.

  “Like, there’s more material in that handkerchief she’s carrying than material in her bra and underwear combined,” Josselyn states.

  “Don’t forget about the garter belts,” Avery reminds Joss while Erin’s face flushes four shades of pink.

  “How could we forget that,” Erin replies dryly.

  “Even though I purchased lingerie for my brother’s wedding night - and that totally grosses me out a little - I’m totally happy with myself for those purchases. That man, whom we will not mention by name, is going to trip over his tongue,” Avery says.

  The girls in the room giggle as a knock sounds on the door. Mrs. Stevens and Brooklyn, donning a beautiful little ivory flower girl dress, enter the room with huge smiles plastered on their faces. Mrs. Stevens looks stunning in her green, floor length satin dress with a lace overlay.

  “It’s almost time, ladies,” Mrs. Stevens says as she takes in the ladies in the room. Each of Erin’s bridesmaids are wearing a tea-length, green satin dress. I quickly excuse myself to give the woman a few moments with her daughter and daughters-in-law.

  As I reach the end of the hallway, I see the smoke billowing out from under the door moments before I hear the loud, boisterous voices coming from within. Just as I approach the door, it opens revealing Nate in a cloud of smoke. I cough as I wave my hand in front of my face.

  “Oh, this won’t make your mother very happy,” I reply as the smile spreads across my face. Nate is wearing a strapping black tux and has a big, fat cigar sticking out of his mouth.

  “Nope, I’m pretty sure she’s going to kill us all before we even get to the ceremony,” he replies as he removes the gross thing from his mouth.

  Nate leans in and lays a big kiss on my lips. He tastes like nicotine, but it has a surprisingly sweet scent and taste.

  “See? Not so bad is it?” he asks with a satisfying grin on his too-handsome face. Oh, this boy has more charm than any man should be allowed to have.

  “No, not so bad. I better have another one, though, just to make sure,” I say as I step into his embrace.

  Nate’s lips are on mine a fraction of a second later.

  “Dude, quit making out in the hallway,” Jake says from behind Nate. “It’s my wedding day. The only one making out tonight is going to be me,” he thunders in his deep, demanding voice.

  “Here, hold this,” Nate says as he spins around just enough to hand Jake his cigar. Once both of his hands are free, they weave into my downed hair and rub soft strokes up my neck.

  “Keep it in your pants, you two. I’m getting married in like five minutes and you don’t have time. Unless, Nate only lasts five minutes. Then, by all means, go ahead,” Jake says, causing the entire room of men to erupt into laughter.

  Nate sighs against my lips and slowly pulls away which causes me to giggle. “Why are you always such a douche bag?” Nate asks with the hint of a smile.

  “It’s a gift,” Jake replies with a slap on his back.

  “Jacob Andrew Stevens, are you smoking in my house?” The very stern voice of Mrs. Stevens thunders from the now open doorway of the ladies’ suite. Moments later, Mrs. Stevens walks out into the hallway with her hands firmly placed on her hips.

  “It was Maddox’s idea, Mom. I would never have suggested the guys smoke in the house,” Jake replies, feigning innocence.

  “God bless you, Erin,” Mrs. Stevens says with a firm shake of her head as she steps back into the room and closes the door behind her.

  “Come on, assholes. It’s time for me to get married,” Jake says, snuffing out the cigars in the ashtray.

  “Are you sure you’re okay with holding Grant for the ceremony?” Nate asks.

  “Are you kidding? I’m excited to have such a handsome little date,” I reply with a wicked gleam in my eyes. Nate and I make our way down the stairs, the guys all laughing and carrying on as they follow closely behind us.

  When we reach the bottom of the stairs, Maddox’s parents are sitting in the family room with both Grant and Ryder on their laps. Nate walks over and gives Ryder a kiss on the top of his fuzzy head before taking Grant from Mrs. Jackson.

  “Listen here, little man. We need to have a serious guy talk,” Nate tells the ten month old toddler. “I’m leaving Lia in your hands, okay? I need you to watch out and keep her safe while I’m up at the altar,” he says with a kiss to the top of Grant’s dark hair. “And if I see you getting fresh with her, I’m going to come down from the altar and whoop your butt,” he adds good-heartedly resulting in a laugh from me. But watching Grant laugh at his uncle makes me laugh even harder.

  Nate places Grant in my arms as Travis comes up and gives his son a kiss. “Be a good boy for Auntie Lia,” he tells his son.

  The words cause an instant reaction to me. My gut twists and my heart speeds up to an alarming pace. Nate looks at me with his piercing eyes and gives me a smile causing those weird butterfly flutters deep in my belly.

  After a kiss from Maddox, Ryder heads outside with Maddox’s parents, leaving me and the toddler I’m holding, in the room with the wedding party. Grant rubs his slobbery hands up and down my cheek and gives me a big toothy grin. My heart breaks wide open. This little boy has knocked me on my ass and made me feel things I swore I never would. I don’t want to be a mother. I don’t deserve to be a mother. But, with this little person in my arms, I feel all of the motherly urges course through me. My biological clock practically starts to do a tap dance and singing the Macarena.
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  Nate leans forward and places another gentle kiss on my lips while his hand runs softly up my arm. “I’ll see you soon,” Nate says as he slowly pulls away.

  I walk through the door toward the tent with the little boy tucked securely in my arms. I feel Nate’s eyes on me as I make my way to the tent, and I can’t help but glance behind me quickly before I enter. Nate is standing at the back door, eyes boring intently at my back. I give him a small smile - one that he returns - and I head inside the tent.

  The wedding was beautiful. There is no other word to possibly describe it more accurately. I held up so well until it came to the vows part. Erin and Jake decided to write their own vows, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t cry when Jake got choked up while reciting his promises. I tried to fight the urge to cry as I watched the big guy up front practically brought to his knees as he gazed deeply into his bride’s eyes and professed his love and commitment to her. I’m certain there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. They always say that it’s the big ones that fall the hardest.

  Grant has been my little shadow since the wedding. I’m pretty sure Nate doesn’t find it too funny that the little guy keeps reaching back for me every time he takes him in his arms. Josselyn and Travis have been teasing him for at least an hour.

  After an amazing dinner, the reception is finally underway. The new Mr. and Mrs. Stevens are enjoying their first dance as husband and wife while Nate and I sit around the table with Holly and Jase, Josselyn and Travis, and Avery and Maddox.

  “I knew when Jake fell, he would fall hard,” Avery says as she sips a glass of champagne.

  “You’re telling me. I almost burst into tears when he got choked up reciting his vows,” Josselyn replies.

  “He’s a great big pussy,” Nate announces to the table, resulting in a laugh from the other males present.