Up All Night Long: From Lust to Love (Romance Anthology)

by Ali Parker

  "Relax for a little while. Let me take care of you." I pressed myself against her, enjoying her groan as my erection wedged between the curves of her rear. "Let me fuck you in here tonight."

  "Yeah," she whispered and pressed back against me. "Be rough."

  "Anything you want from me." I moved down her back until I pressed my knees to the ground. Leaning forward, I rubbed my face over her ass and down to her legs as I worked my hands under her skirt, pushing it up as she slid her hands over her desk, knocking shit off onto the floor.

  "Why, Nate? Why anything?" She whimpered as I reached up and pressed on her back, forcing her to flatten her chest against the desk.

  "Because. Stop talking and enjoy me." I licked around the edges of her panties before running my fingers just inside them, drenching my digits in her stickiness. "God, you're so beautiful, baby. A goddess."

  "Shhhh..." She pressed back as I lifted up and pulled her panties to the side, licking at her folds and sucking softly. She wanted rough and hard, but I wanted tender and slow. She needed someone to make love to her, and that someone was me. "Harder, Nate."

  "No." I sucked her clit into my mouth before licking up the long line of her body, rolling my tongue against her tight ass and pressing my teeth to her cheek. "Come grab a hotel with me. Let me start a shower for us."

  "No," she whispered.

  "A bubble bath. I'll work you down onto this cock that I know you love so much. I can fuck you long into the night." I licked at her ass again as she groaned and tightened.

  "No, I don't want any of that. I just want now." The pain in her voice reached me, but I knew there was only one way to her. Through our lust.

  "I want it," I whispered against her pretty pink skin before standing up and splaying my hands over her back. "But whatever the lady wants... she gets."

  "Would you have ever cheated on Janice?" Her voice shook as she asked.

  "Never. Not in a million years. No matter how bad it got." I moved back and she stood up, turning to look up at me.

  "Fuck me against the wall." She worked her skirt over her hips, dragging her panties down and leaving her perfect body on display for me. Lust roared through me and I tugged my slacks off before picking her up and walking to the window. I pressed her back to it as she wrapped her arms and legs around me tightly.

  "Tell me what's going on." I leaned down and opened my mouth, pressing it to her breasts and sucking on her nipple through her shirt.

  "I need to feel you on my skin." She unbuttoned her shirt and tugged it over her shoulders before doing the same with her bra. I rocked my hips forward, sliding my dick through her wetness, but not penetrating her just yet. I wanted to give her control so she felt safe again. Whatever it would take.

  I leaned down and licked at her nipples, sucking softly as she groaned and reached between us to position me to press into her.

  Glancing up, I pinned her with a hard stare. "Tell me what's going on with you."

  "No." She pulled at my back, and I arched, pushing into her as she moaned with a host of emotions pouring from the sound.

  "Fine. I'm here if you need me." I licked at the side of her throat before gripping her ass and ramming into her again. Her body tightened against mine as she nodded and closed her eyes, letting herself get lost to me taking full advantage of her open legs.

  "Just fuck me. Please."

  "All night, Lizzy." I gripped her roughly, pulling her ass open and working hard to bring her to come. She bucked against me minutes later, crying out my name through low pants. The sound of her ecstasy caused my balls to tighten, my heart to shatter. Maybe Janice wasn't the only one that was cheating all these years.

  I'd wanted the sexy bitch riding me since meeting her, and I'd be lying to myself if I didn't acknowledge the fact that somewhere along the line, I'd fallen in love with her.

  The need to tell her strangled me, and I took it out on her body, giving her the rough she wanted so badly.

  Chapter 17

  Elizabeth

  "So good. So fucking good," I groaned against his thick neck as I pressed my mouth against him and held on. The deep penetration was driving me insane, the grip of his fingers leaving me useless to anything.

  There was so much loss and tragedy around me, and yet there, in his arms, letting him use me in any way he wanted to, I could find pleasure. Peace.

  "Your body takes me so good, and only after two fucks." His blue eyes filled with lust as he coveted me with his gaze.

  Chills raced down my back, and I let myself go, flying off the cliff of pleasure again. It was much better than any other cliff I'd stood before lately.

  "Why weren't we doing this years ago?" I whispered and dug my fingers into his neck, realizing how callous my words were as he slowed his thrusts. "I'm sorry."

  "No. It's okay. I wanted to, Elizabeth. I'm just not that guy." He pressed me to the glass, tucking his cock fully inside of me as my body contracted around him. I worked to slow down before the next orgasm hit me. "I don't cheat. I love one woman. That's who I am."

  He brushed my hair back as tears blurred my gaze. "Put me down. I'll suck you off, but I don't want this anymore."

  A laugh left him, surprising me. "No. You don't have to love me back. I'm not ready to say I'm good with loving you yet either, but I've wanted you since the first day I saw you."

  "Just an object to fuck." I closed my eyes and tightened my arms around his neck, lifting up and dropping back down to impale myself on him. We both groaned deeply.

  "No, baby. A strong woman with far more to offer than even she knows." He gripped my ass and toted me to the couch before sitting down and leaning back. "Work me. Take all the pleasure you can, but don't hide from me. Fuck me like you want to. Bleed those emotions out on my body. I'd do the same to you."

  I took a sharp breath and pressed my hands into his taut flesh. The strong muscles of his chest and abs flexed under me and he lifted his hips and met me stroke for stroke. I rolled my hips and found the various angles where anything seemed possible, and pleasure was intense.

  He touched the side of my face. "Open your eyes. I want you to see who you're with."

  I nodded, not wanting to, but needing to keep the rhythm of our sex. I was so close to something amazing, and I was greedy enough to take it for myself.

  The look on his handsome face was one of resolution. He was after me, and wouldn't be giving up soon.

  "You like what you see?" he grumbled as his free hand palmed my breast, tugging and playing with it before showing the same attention to the other.

  "I love it." I licked at my mouth and sat up, leaning back and pressing my hands on his legs as I dropped my head back and lifted myself off his thick shaft, massaging his head and sliding back down him. That I could take that much dick was shocking, but so deliciously good.

  His thumb rolled over my clit, and I cried out.

  "I want to tie you up next time. No chairs or rules. Just tie your pretty hands and feet to the bed and force you into submission until you realize something, Elizabeth." His voice was so deep. It played with me, beckoned me to give in. To give up.

  "Realize what?" I sat up and dug my nails into his thighs as he pumped his hips and took over control of our pace. The sound of his flesh popping in and out of mine, the smell of our lust, the way he watched me... it was all too much.

  "That you can trust me. Give me access to you." His hand slid up my chest, between my bouncing breasts and cupped the base of my throat. "Give me something."

  "No. Fuck you." I cried out loudly as my orgasm slammed into me.

  Nate never let up. Never stopped fucking me. He even picked up his thrusts to be harder and deeper as the world exploded around me. Every ounce of hurt would come crashing down later that night, but for now... I was his. Nothing more. Nothing less.

  *

  I laid beside him on the couch, neither of us touching the other, but sitting reclined, panting like hell. Three hours later, we'd forced each other to ride more high
s than either of us could count.

  "You're going to be the death of me. I couldn't even be in a room with you without getting a raging hard-on. Now what? Shit. I know how good you feel, how delicious you taste." He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed softly. "I want more and yet I can't fucking breathe."

  I laughed and turned to look at him. "I know the feeling. I hated how much you turned me on the first few years I was here. Namely because I would never cheat with a married man. You were off limits, and yet I can't tell you the nights I fucked myself so hard with your name on my tongue."

  "Shit, Liz." His voice pinched as he grunted. "Don't tell me that. It makes it worse."

  "What are you going to do about everything?" I didn't want to know, but I needed to. I was preparing for another dark time in my life. Was I willing to let him into that?

  It depended. On a lot of things, but firstly on what he planned to do about Janice.

  "I'm going back to my mom's place tonight, unless you invite me to come home to your bed with you." He wagged his eyebrows, softening me in ways that I didn't want.

  "I wish. I have a few more things I have to take care of tonight, or I would." My fingers shook as I reached out and touched the side of his face. "I can't let you in. I want to, but I can't right now. Forgive me."

  "Nothing to forgive, baby." He moved closer, but didn't wrap his arms around me. He intertwined our fingers together and lifted our conjoined hands as if studying them. "You have some healing to do, just like I do. I think we could do it quicker together, but I'm up for whatever you want. I just don't want the door to close. Not yet."

  "I'm a bitch, Nate. A mean, cold-hearted bitch. I don't plan on changing that." I looked over at him as a sob lifted in my chest.

  "No, you play one well, but that's not you. I'm not ignorant. I'm watching closely, and the woman underneath is the one I want access to. I'll hang out with the one on the surface until she trusts me enough to crack open the door just a little." He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. "Fair warning. The minute you do, I'm diving in deep. Come with me."

  I pressed into the kiss before pulling him back on top of me for another round of fucking. There was nothing more left inside of me where conversation was concerned.

  He made love to me like a starving man for the next hour. It was passionate and rough like I needed it.

  Him doing so left me with one conclusion.

  Though he wanted to make love, he denied himself.

  Men only do that when they're in love.

  Chapter 18

  Nate

  It wasn't happening that night, but it would happen soon. I kissed her as we got in our cars, and waited until she drove off in front of me. Every part of me wanted to go after her, to figure out where she was going, and what had her hurting so bad, but trust wasn't built by sneaking around in the shadows behind her.

  I drove back to my folks’ house, took a shower and crawled up in the bed between my kids, finding a comfy spot and lying there awake, thinking through everything.

  Elizabeth needed lust to be her comfort, and I was good with giving it to her. I prayed that the kids would like her, which left me smiling in the dark like a raccoon. It was validation that I really, truly believed that she would be mine.

  She wasn't going to push much harder, but me? I was ready to wedge my way into her life like I did the first night we made love. Slow and steady with lots of good pressure and strong arms to catch her should she fall.

  I fell asleep with her on my mind. The future was slowly shifting, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of rightness with the way it was headed.

  *

  "Daddy! Mom's here. Get up!" Samantha tugged at my shirt and yelled just beside my face, waking me up in a way that would have gotten a growl from me a few weeks back. Not now. Everyone needed softness. Not just me.

  "All right. I'll be right there." I rolled over and let out a groan. What was Janice doing at my mom and dad's place?

  This can't be good.

  I got out of the bed and stopped by the bathroom, hurrying only when I heard Janice and someone yelling at each other down the hall. My mother was a southern belle. There was no way she was yelling at my soon-to-be ex-wife. Nor would my father. With me being their only son, they moved up from Oklahoma years ago to be around me and the kids. They wouldn't do anything to jeopardize their relationship with any of us. Not even giving Janice the tongue lashing she deserved. I could only hope that she would return back to her family in Oklahoma and leave the distance between us vast.

  I jogged down the hall to find Patrick in her face in the kitchen. My mother stood off to the side, crying.

  "Pat. Dude." I moved into the kitchen and gripped my son's shoulders, jerking him back. I got in his face and narrowed my eyebrows. "Don't get in your mother's face again. Not ever."

  "She did this to you. To us." His face crumbled as he lashed out and hit me in the chest. "Fuck all of you."

  I released him and turned to watch him go as my heart ripped in two. I turned to face Janice, half expecting to feel anger or sadness, but once again... nothing.

  "What are you doing here?" I kept my voice calm.

  "I came to give you your keys, and to pick up my kids. They're mine, Nate. They came out of my vagina." She poked her finger into my chest.

  "Oh dear Lord." My mother turned and walked from the room. "I'm going to find Patrick."

  "Send Daddy after him," I called after her before looking down at the woman I thought I'd love forever. "You have no right to them, Janice. You're not a mother at all. Give me the key." I opened my hand to her.

  "I'm not leaving here without them." She dropped the key in my hand and put her hands on her hips. "They're mine."

  "They haven't been yours in a long time. Stay as long as you want. The kids aren't going with you." I walked into the living room and sat down as Samantha skipped over and dropped down into my lap.

  "Sam, come on, baby. Let's go home." Janice stood by the opening to the living room. "Mommy will make you a grilled cheese and we can watch Disney."

  "It's lonely, isn't it?" I squeezed my little girl and watched my wife.

  "I'm staying with Daddy." Sam turned and snuggled against me.

  "It's been lonely for a long time in that house with you." I shook my head. "For all of us, Janice. You included. Where did you go? When did you leave?"

  "Stop it, Nate. I'm not getting into this shit with you." She shrugged and grabbed her purse, not at all the girl I married. "I'll see you in court. This isn't over."

  "I know it's not." I leaned down and pressed my lips to Sam's head, snuggling her in tightly and wishing like hell she wouldn't remember anything from this time in her childhood. My parents had been good, loving, solid. I never had any tragedy to contend with, but Sam would.

  Did Lizzy? Is that why she was so reserved, so closed off?

  "I love you, Daddy. More than anyone in the world. Don't leave me, okay?" She glanced up at me, her little seven-year-old expression stealing my heart.

  "Never. We're going to grow old together and get fat on grilled cheeses and Disney movies."

  She giggled and hit me with her little hand. "Fat off Disney movies?"

  "Pretty hot and tempting?" I tried hard to make her laugh, and she did, changing my mood almost instantly. I wanted Elizabeth to meet my little ones, to care about them, but I was being a dreamer. It was too early.

  She didn't even care about me yet, or she didn't think she did.

  My phone buzzed in my pocket and I lifted Samantha off my lap and sat her down beside me. She hopped off the couch and left me alone in the living room.

  Elizabeth.

  "Hey. What's up?" She’d never called me before. It was thrilling and left me feeling like a teenager once again.

  "Nate. Can you come get me?" The thickness of her voice was stifling. She was crying. Hard.

  "Yes, baby. Where are you? Text me the address. I'll leave now." I got up as she dropped the call. My heart swelled in
my chest as I ran toward the back door to the house. I hit the screen door and jogged down to my mom and Patrick. My dad was running around with Samantha over on the side of the house.

  "Hey. You okay?" I knelt in front of my son, reaching up and squeezing his thighs.

  "Yeah, Dad. I'm sorry I hit you. Forgive me?" His eyes were still filled with tears.

  "Already done, buddy." I leaned up and pulled him into a tight hug. "I gotta run to help out a friend who’s hurting pretty bad. Can you guys wait on us for dinner? I think you'll like her, but remember, she's just a friend. Got it?"

  Patrick wiped at his eyes and lifted his eyebrow. "She's not the one who will love you like you'll love her?"

  I laughed and looked over at my mom. "Say a prayer for her. I know you believe in that stuff."

  "For Elizabeth?" My mom touched the side of my face.

  "Yeah. She's letting me in a little more."

  "Good. Go get her and bring her back here. I'll make something any Oklahoma boy would be proud to serve to a friend." My mom pinched Patrick's side as they chuckled, making fun of me.

  "Whatever. You guys are ridiculous." I got up and ran around the house, waving at my dad before driving like a bat out of hell toward the address that Lizzy texted me.

  I sat outside of the convalescent home, wondering what the hell she was doing there. I figured whatever was happening had to do with her ex, but maybe not.

  After texting her that I was there, I got out of the car and walked to the door.

  She opened it, her eyes bloodshot, hair a mess and nose puffy. She'd never been more beautiful than that moment. I wrapped her in a hug and reveled when she sank into it and started to cry.

  "Baby... what's the matter?" I kissed the side of her face, rubbing my nose against her cheek. "Don't say anything if you don't want to."

  "I had one person left in the world." She pressed her face into the crook of my neck. "My mom just passed away."