by GL Chapple
“Nearly eight,” he said with a grin, and I looked at him in surprise,
“Eight!” I gasped.
He slid down into the bed so that he was lying beside me. I looked into his sparkling eyes and frowned at him. He was up to something; his eyes were twinkling with mischief and his lips curled up at the corners.
“What are you up to?” I asked suspiciously as he leaned forward and kissed me gently.
“So untrusting, my beautiful Princess!” He ran his hands gently up my exposed arm. He slipped his hand under the cover to lift it over my arm, brushing across my chest as he did so. I felt myself smile, knowing it was intentional. I knew I should stop him, but my body was screaming out for release.
He smirked at me as if knowing the battle that was playing out inside my head. Leaning forward, he began to kiss my neck. I whimpered as he chuckled softly.
“Stop thinking,” he murmured against my ear before nipping my earlobe and making me moan. His hand trailed a line over my body, reaching up under his tee shirt, that I’d slept in, to cup my breasts. My nipples pebbled immediately under his touch. Without any underwear, I could already feel how turned on I was.
He was resting on his arm, turned to face me side-on as I lay on my back. I knew he loved how much his touch affected me. I felt my breath catch as his hand slipped lower, biting down on my lip as he moved between my legs. Things that used to make me flinch out of fear, now had me squirming with an aching need.
“I want to ask you something,” he whispered close to my ear just as his hand touched me there, my breath hitching as he slowly circled my clit. I moaned in response and felt him smile against my cheek. He was tight up against me, his body framing me, his breath against my face as his thumb traced a circle, a finger reaching inside to make me gasp out loud.
“I’m going to ask you something, but I’m going to need you to say yes,” he said again, and it was getting harder to concentrate on his words.
My whole body was trembling with my need to orgasm. Between the stress, worry and upset, and the fact that my last time with him had been over two weeks before, I was in dire need of release.
I muttered something incoherent, and he laughed, moving his hand to slip two fingers inside me and making me grip the bed sheets as he flexed them. My chest was heaving, and the ache between my legs was becoming unbearable. He moved again, going back to my clit whilst fucking me with his fingers. I arched my back off the bed, my legs lax and open, begging him for the release I craved and needed.
Just as I was getting to the cusp, he began to slow. I snapped my eyes open to look at him. “Say yes, Lena.” he demanded, and I frowned at him.
I had no idea of the question.
I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than what my body needed right now.
I bucked my hips, and he laughed but began to move again, sliding himself down the bed so that he was level with my hips. He removed his fingers and, just as I was about to cry out in frustration, he ran his tongue through me, sucking gently on my clit before repeating, his stubble running over my bareness, adding friction to my clit, that had me moaning. He kept his mouth there and brought his fingers back, easing them in and out before increasing the speed. He moved his mouth to say something, I could hear him talking again but couldn’t make sense of any of his words.
I wasn’t listening to anything he was saying over the noise of my body crying out for release. I chanted ‘Yes’ as he sucked hard on my clit and pushing me over the edge as my body shuddered under him, my legs shaking and my breathing erratic. I grabbed him, holding him tightly to me as aftershocks went through my body. I opened my eyes to find him grinning at me, and I couldn’t help grinning back.
“Oh, dear God! What did I agree to?” His grin spread even wider. He gave me another long, hard kiss before moving back up the bed, pulling me up with him, tucking me in so that I was side-on facing him with my legs draped over him.
He was serious and my heart missed a beat.
Holy shit! Don’t tell me he’d done something crazy like asking me to marry him!
He caught my hands in his, my heart began to race. I didn’t know if I was ready for this. Living together was one thing; marriage was a whole different ball game.
“Lena, I don’t want you to go back to your house. This is your home. This is our home.”
“Ok” I said quietly, and he looked at me, stunned.
“Seriously?” he asked in amazement, as I grinned at him. “Is this the orgasm afterglow talking?” He asked with a laugh.
“For a moment there, I thought you were about to propose marriage!” I said, shaking my head at him, relief in my voice.
“I had a whole speech planned! I’m not surprised you said yes, just that you gave in so easily,” he said, still laughing to himself, looking at me in amusement.
“You’re persuasion techniques are very…persuasive”
“Hmm…” He looked at me, feigning hurt, “So, not up for marriage just yet then?” he teased and I rolled my eyes.
“I’ve just got used to the idea of moving in.”
He clicked his tongue and gave me a cocky smile. “It’s ok. I need a few more weeks to get back to full strength…You’ll say yes…”
“Marriage?” I stuttered, making him laugh harder.
“…and next time I’ll have a whole thing planned, so don’t go ruining it by saying yes straight off! Let’s make it a nice story to tell the grandkids one day.” His grin was as wide as his face.
I was speechless, astonished and unable to tell if he was joking or being serious.
“It only took me a couple of mentions of home to get you used to the idea of moving in. Run with it, Sweetheart. Life is too short to hold back.”
“You…you…” I tried to speak but didn’t know what I wanted to say or how to phrase it. He kissed me on the forehead as he got out of bed.
“Stay here. I’ll go get us some breakfast.” He walked to the door before turning to face me. “You’re already my princess. It’ll just be an upgrade to queen.”
He walked out and began humming the wedding march loudly as he went downstairs. I laughed and cursed him as I lay back against the pillow, chuckling to myself.
Goddamn Nate Masters! He was infuriating, annoying and downright devious.
I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on moving in and the practical aspects I’d need to take care of. But my mind just wandered. I tried to think of anything other than the perfect dress I’d had in my head as a child; or the fact that I’d love my sister, Maddie and Kelly to be bridesmaids; that a wedding would be a perfect way to dispel the upset and ugliness that everyone had been through in the last few months.
I tried to be realistic and ignore those silly thoughts, to hold onto that little bit of resistance that seemed to be getting smaller by the minute.
I loved Nate; I knew there would never be anyone else for me. I waited for the feelings of panic to overwhelm me, but they didn’t come. I just felt happy - blissfully, totally and overwhelmingly happy and content. I snuggled down into the duvet, the bedding still warm and the scent of Nate all around me. There was nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.
Lena Masters, I had to admit, sounded pretty damn good.
Playlist: Caught by Her –GL Chapple
Spotify link: https://open.spotify,com/user/116259075/playlist/2NLTDmDnFjKtkF1IIB7If2Q
O.A.R – Peace
Ed Sheeran – Tenerife Sea
Miley Cyrus – Stay
Secondhand Serenda – Fall for you
Saving Abel – Addicted
Luke Bryan – Blood Brothers
Another Level – Freak Me
Shawn Mendes – Stitches
Adelitas Way – Alive
Justin Bieber – Love yourself
I hope that you’ve enjoyed the second book in the Fighting Free series.
The next book, Free Falling – will feature Marcus, and I hope to have this with you summer
2016.
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