He pegged her with those baby blues and held her gaze. “Two things I need you to hear and hear well. Ready?”
Deep breath. “I have no idea.”
“Honest. I’ll take that answer. Number one. No one, and I mean no one will lay their hands on you while you are in my keeping. No. One. I will protect you with nothing short of my life while you are in my care. I am the only one who will be touching your body.”
“Are you…are you somehow asking me to go steady with you?”
“By going steady do you mean the only person who will kiss, fuck, lick, mark, hold, and take you?”
“Uhh…that’s a very impressive list.”
“Is that a yes?” His smile. Totally a weapon she couldn’t look away from.
“That’s a yes. And do I get to make the same request?”
“Why, do you want to fuck me?” He made a horrified look, which broke the tension in the room.
She laughed and shook her head. “Not knocking it for other people but seriously not my thing.”
“Good, ’cause I would have hated to let you down so hard. My door does not swing that way.”
His words were humorous but he’d completely avoided the real question she asked and wondered if he thought she wouldn’t notice.
“In answer to your question. I will give you the flip side of that request. Only I will kiss, fuck, lick, mark, hold, and take you. Only I will dominate you. No one else. That what you were looking for, Natalie?”
Nibbling her bottom lip seemed like a safe diversionary tactic. Especially when his eyes went to that spot and stayed there until she was ready to answer. “Yes, Sir. That’s what I was looking for. I’m not looking to be in a harem. Unless it’s a harem of one.”
“Exclusivity between us. No other partners for dating or sex or BDSM activities. Agreed?”
She nodded and actually felt a huge weight lift off her shoulders. “Agreed.” Watching him for a second, she thought of something else. “You said two things. I’m assuming exclusivity was the first thing. What was the second?”
“If you ever in the time during or after we’re together describe me as steadfast, I will put you over my knee and spank you until that word falls out of your mouth and out of your vocabulary.”
With a snort, she shrugged. “Didn’t do anything for you, huh?”
“That description is in the negative numbers on what that did for me. So awful.”
Natalie laughed and started cleaning up dishes. When she turned around, Campbell was staring at a fixed point on the ceiling.
“What’s going through that head of yours?”
“Did you file police reports of all the incidents that happened at the clinic?”
She rolled her eyes and opened the pantry to throw out their napkins. “Of course I did, I’m not—oh gawd.” He was there beside her, leaning close, one eyebrow up.
“You know what that eye roll gets you. I’m beginning to think you’re doing it intentionally.” He palmed the flesh of one of her ass cheeks and a tingle shimmered across the flesh beneath his hand.
“It’s not. I mean I’m not doing it intentionally. I mean I am, because you say something that is obtuse and I don’t think I should have to answer it, but no I’m not trying to get a rise out of you. I don’t think.”
Gently, he guided her to an open portion of the counter and bent her over onto her chest. As he pulled her panties down to her thighs and lifted her t-shirt onto her back, she’d never felt more exposed or delicious.
Laying her cheek on the cold surface of the counter, she tried to cool herself off. He ignited something inside her with a mere glance in her direction. When he touched her, a single finger to her flesh, she melted. She sucked in a deep breath, and her nipples beaded as he brushed his knuckles across the lips of her pussy.
“So wet? Already? One might think you like being manhandled a bit, Miss Grant.”
“Never had before.” Even to her own ears she sounded more than a little flummoxed by the admission.
“Never? You’ve never gotten kinky after your first time?” His teeth grazed the upturned curve of her rear and she groaned.
I was with Braden right after that. She decided not to offer up that piece of info for more discussion. “Read about it. Dreamt about it. Masturbated to the thought but…” She rubbed her lips together, not really knowing what else she was going to say. The slide of his finger inside her seemed to turn her brain to mush.
“But?” he prompted when she didn’t continue.
“Not at the moment thanks.”
“Oh really?” He licked the end of his finger and smoothed it around the pucker of her ass, making her gasp. “I seem to remember someone liking it quite a bit yesterday.”
“Campbell—”
A phone rang and it took Natalie a couple seconds to realize it wasn’t happening in her ears.
And it rang again.
He slipped his finger inside her rear until she groaned and then he withdrew. “Totally saved by the bell.” He walked around the island and over somewhere in the kitchen where the phone was still going off.
She didn’t know where because she couldn’t move. Delicious excitement swirled inside her, and stopping in the middle just seemed so wrong.
“Hello. Oh, hey, Angela. Nope she’s here. Hold on a second and I’ll get her for you.” He stepped close and kissed Natalie’s cheek. “It’s Angela. She’d like to talk to you.” He unballed one of her fists and put the phone in it so all she had to do was prop it against her ear. “And don’t mind me, I’ll just be keeping myself busy while you have a girl chat.”
Stopping? He wasn’t stopping? He wasn’t going to leave her hanging in the middle somewhere between lost and bliss?
He hit his knees behind her, putting his mouth at exactly the right height for—
“Hello,” she breathed into the phone as he stretched her pussy open and licked her from her clit to her asshole.
“Hey, it’s Angie. Everything okay? You normally answer on the first ring.”
“Fine.” The word came out a bit shorter than she wanted it to, but she had to cut it off before she moaned into the microphone. Campbell’s tongue slid across the pulsing knot of her clit and she curled her toes against the floor to try to get closer.
“Oh, good. Hate to think anything else has happened in the last few hours. You need a break from all the drama.”
“Mmhmm.” She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus. “Baby Wyatt okay? You?” That made sense. Being concerned for her godson was totally a thing.
“He misses you and so do I, which is why I was calling. Do you and Campbell want to come over for dinner tonight? I was gonna make pork chop bake and fried eggplant and French bread. We could make an evening of it.” Angela laughed. “As long as we can start at around five o’clock ’cause I’m gonna be snoring by eight.”
“That’s perfect,” Natalie moaned as Campbell slipped two fingers in her pussy and then rolled his wet thumb across her clit. “I mean that sounds perfect. Perfect.” She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the phone super hard to keep from coming. “What time?” she asked through gritted teeth. An orgasm barreled ever closer, making her breath catch in her chest as she tried to inhale.
“Natalie? What are you doing?”
“Uhh…dishes?” she panted. Not exactly a lie.
“Oh my gawd. You’re having sex.”
“Not exactly.”
“Epic. I can’t wait for you to get here and I expect details, girl. Details. I want them. Five o’clock. Be here. Or earlier. Hurry up!”
Natalie gritted her teeth together to keep from coming and sort of lost control of holding the phone. It clattered on the counter and Campbell laughed. Picking it up with one hand, he never stopped the slow and steady massage on her clit. Or the way he slid his wet digits into her sex, and back o
ut and back in.
So deep.
So.
Deep.
“Natalie’s brain is now occupied. What time do we need to be over?”
She heard him talking, speaking English even, but she couldn’t get past the need to come to actually hear the words he uttered.
There was a beep.
The phone clanked on the counter next to her somewhere but she didn’t see it. She squeezed her eyes tightly, as her abdomen contracted every couple seconds. She couldn’t stay still. The pleasure was too much.
The need too great.
“Ready to come for me, beautiful?”
Beautiful.
Him calling her things like that didn’t compute. He didn’t have to. She was already there. Already beneath him. Already open and willing to give him her body to do with as he pleased.
So why did he say things like that to her?
It couldn’t have been because he was still trying to woo her.
He already had what he was going to get from her.
“Yes-s-s-s,” slithered past her vocal cords. Surely that couldn’t be her voice. No way he could strip her of everything but her need to come for him. Her need for…him.
“Good. Come for me. I need it. It’s been hours since I made you come. Way too long. Come for me.”
The sound of his voice. It did something to her. It was magic and beautiful and sexy. She’d never had such a reaction to someone’s voice before.
But his? Coupled with the drive beneath the words. The enthusiasm. The honesty.
He needed her to come for him.
Needed it. Her.
His tongue across her ass pushed her over the edge. He pushed it inside her tight channel as she came.
She’d come for him quite a few times, but each one surprised her. It wasn’t just okay. It wasn’t just a little bite of pleasure. Each one rocked her to the very core of the woman she didn’t realize she’d become.
A sexual being in need of a man to bring her to her knees. To take her. Pleasure her. Punish her. Not because she was bad, but because he thought she was so, so good.
Delicious excitement fueled by the man behind her rushed to every dark corner inside her. The light of him filled her up, igniting some kind of rapture beneath her skin she didn’t even know existed.
“So. Beautiful.” He kept up the steady rhythm of fucking his fingers inside her as she came while he stood behind her. “Birth control. Are you on any?”
It took her a second to get her brain to kick in. “Y-yes.”
“I’m clean. You?”
“Completely.”
“Fuck.” He pushed another finger into her wet hole and grabbed one of her hands. “Hold yourself open for me.”
She moved her other hand, mirroring where he’d placed her first one.
“Fuck, yeah. Just like that.”
Holding herself wide, she tried to open her eyes. They weighed a ton and she just couldn’t get there.
Then his fingers were gone and she wondered if she’d done something wrong.
The rhythmic sound of something wet behind her should have been her first clue, but the panic won instead.
Her eyelids finally lifted and she peered over her shoulder.
Behind her, Campbell stood, fisting his cock with the hand he’d had inside her. Light from the ceiling glinted off the wetness on his fingers as he pumped his thick erection faster and faster.
“Fuck. Yes. Just like that. Hold your pussy open for me. I’m gonna come all over you. Watch my cum shoot inside you.” His gaze flipped up to hers and time froze.
It was one of those moments she’d remember for the rest of her life as he latched on to one of her hands holding her ass and squeezed.
The first pulse of his cum shot out of his cock, landing across her ass and her back. The next, inside her pussy as she held herself open for him. With the tip hovering in front of her hole he came inside her. Like a homing beacon it knew exactly where it belonged.
“Fuck, you turn me on.”
The raw need of his words shut down her panic. Like a switch, his voice just turned it off.
His cum sank inside her, through her skin, through his wants, his desires.
He fixed some part of her she didn’t want to acknowledge had been broken.
She relaxed against the counter as he let go of her hand. Tucking her fists beneath her, she lay there and let him take care of her, clean her. Redress her.
But his cum inside her pussy?
That was hers.
She’d earned it and giving it up wasn’t something she wanted to do.
Ever.
Being on birth control she had only a very small risk of getting pregnant.
That last word made her pause as he lifted her off the counter and into his arms. And she went willingly, curling against his chest.
“Can I ask a question?” she asked as he sat down with her on the couch, tucking the blanket off the back around them.
“Anything.”
Staring into his eyes, she knew he meant it, and that he’d be honest with her. She didn’t really know what to do with that kind of transparency. Vulnerability made her want to hide, but she wanted to be strong for him. With him.
“Do you masturbate often? Jack off?”
His mouth turned down and he shook his head. “Rarely, if ever. Jacking off sucks. I’d rather be pissed off and horny than take my cock in my hand.”
“But you just jacked off inside me. On me. You could have fucked me, but you didn’t. And it only took you like five seconds. Why?”
“Why didn’t I take you? Or how did I come so fast?”
Rubbing her lips together, she had to concentrate not to bolt from his lap. “Both.”
“I needed to see it. My cum. Shooting inside you and watching it as your pussy contracted from coming for me. So fucking hot. And fast? Are you kidding me? You’re so unbelievably hot. I had my hands inside you. My tongue. Your taste on it. And the taste of your ass because you’d let me fuck your ass if I wanted it.”
It wasn’t a question but for some reason it seemed as if she needed to answer it. She nodded and watched his mouth as he spoke.
“You turn me on. Hardcore. I can’t not come with you.”
For admissions, that was a doozy.
“Ditto.”
He palmed her cheek and then kissed her.
“Oh my gawd,” she blurted out. “I just practically came on the phone with my best friend while you were eating my pussy.”
His smug smile should not have been a turn-on. “Yes you did, but I was nice and waited until you’d hung up.”
“You hung up.” Her head collapsed back on his arm behind her. “I dropped the phone.”
“Well, there was that.”
“Oh. My. Gawd.”
“They’ve had sex before. I’m sure she won’t be too traumatized.”
“And we’re having dinner with them tonight?”
“Yep. We need to be there at five.”
“What are we supposed to wear?”
“Uhh. Clothes?”
“Men.” She shook her head and contemplated calling Angela back to ask her. Nope. She’d wing it.
The amount of explaining she was going to have to endure was already legion. She snuggled into Campbell and breathed him in.
And for once, the thought of sharing what had just happened between them made her giggle.
Well…that could have been the orgasm too.
“Care to share?” He ran a hand across her shoulder and down her arm.
The t-shirt was in her way. She wanted to be skin to skin on him.
“That depends on how long we have until we need to get ready to go.”
Glancing at the clock, his mischievous eyes sparkled. “We always h
ave time.” He peeled the blanket away. “Always.”
Chapter Sixteen
Natalie
Angela closed the door to the bathroom and then jumped up and down.
“I can’t believe you’ve contained yourself this long.” Natalie tried to be a hard-ass but she couldn’t keep her smile in check. Especially not as Wyatt tried to chew on her fingers as she held him.
“I’ve been dying to get you alone.” She jumped up and down some more. “Dying. I kept my cool for like the last…” She checked her watch as she took it off. “Two hours. Two. Hours.”
“So, you asking me to help bathe the baby was…?”
“Of course completely valid slash a very planned excuse to be able to ditch the boys in the living room so we could dish about your afternoon activities.” She set her watch on the counter and grabbed the baby bath from the bottom shelf in the bathroom closet. Setting it in the bathtub, she turned the water on as Natalie undressed the squirming little boy and stripped off his wet diaper.
“So sorry you had to hear that earlier. I was too…uhh…involved to be embarrassed about it at the time, but it kicked in full strength when we were…taking a break.”
“A break? So delicious. And nothing to be sorry about. It was hot. I thank you for the inspiration.” She added soap to the bathtub and then put some in the mini bathtub. Then she laughed. “Clay thanks you, too.” A few bobs of her eyebrows preceded her getting on her knees and then reaching up for Wyatt.
Natalie handed the little squeaking naked boy down to his mama and laughed. “I didn’t ever peg you for the voyeuristic type.”
“I didn’t watch. But I may have if I’d been given the opportunity.”
“You dirty girl,” Natalie accused.
She rolled her hand in front of her and bowed slightly before snagging the baby wash. “Sounds as if you get to wear that title.”
“I have marks on my body.” Natalie blurted it out and then half wished she hadn’t said anything.
“From the attacks?” Angela asked as she shampooed Wyatt’s dark hair.
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