Sweet Seduction s-3

by Maya Banks

  She squeaked in utter shock when he simply hauled her up and tossed her over his shoulder.

  "Damon, Serena," he said in a calmer voice. "I appreciate you being here for Julie when she needed you, but from now on, if I can help it, I'll be one she runs to and not from when she does her little panic act. Now if you'll excuse us, she and I have a hell of a lot to discuss, and I'd rather not do it in front of an audience."

  "You be careful with her," Serena said fiercely as she rose from the couch.

  Julie was getting a kink in her neck from peering around Nathan's back, and why the hell wasn't she putting up a fight? She was honest to God too stunned to do more than just lie there like a complacent twit.

  "I'm going to do what I should have done a hell of a long time ago," Nathan said evenly. "And that's show Julie that she damn well belongs with me, and that all these silly games are over."

  Chapter 32

  Julie sat in stunned silence as Nathan drove his truck through the gates of Damon's home.

  "How did you get here?" she squeaked out.

  "Well, you damn sure didn't make it easy," he grated out.

  She sighed and huddled on her seat.

  "Damn it, Julie, don't you look like that. I could cheerfully strangle your ass right now, but you can give up that kicked puppy look."

  "I'm sorry, Nathan," she said quietly.

  Nathan sighed then reached over and took her hand. "What I want is for you to sit quiet and let me get over the urge to strangle you. We're going to go back to your place where we're going to have a sane, reasonable discussion about the direction of our relationship. And make no mistake, Julie. We are having a relationship."

  "Damon says I should give you a chance."

  "No, you should give us a chance. And you damn sure shouldn't need someone else to tell you that."

  She acknowledged the truth of his words but fell silent for the remainder of the drive. She had to gear up to say just the right thing or face losing the one thing she most wanted.

  Several long minutes later, Nathan pulled back into her apartment complex and they both got out and walked to her door. His anger seemed to have faded, and in its place a wary unease shadowed his face.

  They walked into the living room, and Julie stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say next. Nathan saved her from making the decision by pulling her over to the couch. He sat down and then tugged her down so that she straddled his lap, facing him.

  His hands rested on her hips, possessively. He eyed her intently, letting her know with no words that this time she wasn't escaping.

  The chase was over. For her. For him. They'd danced around each other for far too long. Done some silly stuff, made goofy decisions. And she'd tried to sabotage anything good between them before it ever got started because she didn't want it to hurt so damn bad when he left.

  She framed his face in her hands. Her fingers trembled against his cheeks, and try as she might, she couldn't prevent the shaking from invading the rest of her body.

  "I love you," she choked out.

  'Thank God," he murmured, closing his eyes.

  He nuzzled into one of her hands, kissing the palm.

  "I thought I was going to have to handcuff you to that damn bed until you admitted you felt something for me beyond simple lust."

  She nodded, the knot in her throat too large to say anything more.

  "Why did you run, honey?" he asked softly. "What scared you so bad?"

  "I don't want you to leave me."

  A tear slipped down her cheek, and he raised his hand to gently wipe it away with his thumb.

  "Why the hell would you think a harebrained thing like that? I've got to catch you before I can even think about leaving you. And honey, leaving you is the furthest thing from my mind. I know we can't predict the future, bur right now? You're mine. All of it. I don't have a future without you. You're going to be in if it kills me, and I'm beginning to think it just might!"

  "I'm an artist at self-sabotage," she croaked out. "My relationships . . . well, let's just say I don't have the best track record with relationships. At first, it wasn't my fault. I mean, I went into them hoping for the best. The first couple of guys were drawn to my personality. They liked that I was brassy and outgoing and that I was uninhibited in bed. Soon, though, I grated on their nerves and they moved on, deciding that I wasn't what they wanted after all. I intimidated them."

  Nathan scowled but let her continue.

  "Then there was the guy who thought I could stand to lose a few pounds. Okay, a lot of pounds."

  "What the hell? I'll kick his fucking ass. You don't need to lose a damn thing. My God, woman, you're perfect."

  He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. He ran his hands over her ass, up to her waist and then back down again as if he couldn't get enough of touching her.

  "I'm ashamed to say that I took it to heart. I lost thirty pounds but quickly figured out it wasn't me. I didn't like myself and I wasn't happy. Then I got angry because I allowed the moron to dictate my life. In essence, to control my self-esteem. So I gained the weight back, bought a flashy convertible, started wearing sexy clothes again and said fuck you to any guy who didn't like it."

  " 'Atta girl," he said approvingly.

  "After that I was wary, I guess. I tended to come on too strong just to let the guy know what he was getting up front, and if he was still interested, I kept the relationships short and sweet. I figured if I was the one doing the ending, it wouldn't hurt so much. I'd never know if they lost interest or not because I was calling the shots."

  His eyes softened, and he traced the line of her cheekbone with his finger.

  "And then you walked into my salon." She sighed and shifted on his lap. "You walked in with Faith, and I don't know. It felt like a ton of bricks was dropped on me."

  "Tell me about it," Nathan said. "You rocked my world, woman."

  She smiled. "I wanted you, did everything I could think of to get your attention, and you were so oblivious."

  He grimaced. "I was anything but. I just had no idea how to act around you. Every time I got close, my tongue knotted up and I felt like some horny teenager again."

  "I was so furious with you," she continued. "I finally decided to hell with you. I'd make you notice me come hell or high water, and then I'd turn you loose. I set up my threesome fantasy with Damon, and, well, you know the rest."

  "Yeah, I do," he said softly. "I fell in love with a tenacious, bullheaded, tenderhearted dynamo of a woman. I spent months being in such awe over you that I damn near screwed up any chance I had with you."

  She swallowed and her shaking grew worse.

  "Honey, listen to me. I love every single thing about you. I love your brass and your sass. I love that you don't need me, but you want me. I think the men in your past were brainless pigs, but you know what? I'm glad they were because they saved you for me. And I swear to God, if you ever get any harebrained notion to lose weight again, I'll kick that ass of yours all over Houston. You are . . . delectable. And you're mine. And I love you just the way you are."

  "Oh God," she whispered. "You don't play fair, Nathan."

  "I sure hope to hell not. Now tell me you love me again. Tell me you're not going to run from me ever again."

  "I love you. I won't run anymore."

  He cupped her head and pulled her down to meet his kiss. Hot, breathless, with so much love her heart nearly burst.

  "What I'm going to do right now is take you into the bedroom, and I'm going to make love to you until you can't see straight. And then? I'm going to love you some more."

  "Tell me again," she whispered.

  He stroked his hands through her hair and stared at her with such love and warmth in those green eyes. He didn't need to say it. She could see it brimming there. But she wanted to savor those words again. She'd never get tired of hearing them.

  "I love you, Julie Stanford."

  She settled into his arms with a contented sigh
. "And I love you, Nathan Tucker. If you talk sweet enough, I'll let you finally catch me."

  Chapter 33

  Micah stood in the back of Damon's garden and watched as the newlywed couple laughingly stuffed cake in each others faces. He never could figure out the appeal himself, but they looked ridiculously happy, so he couldn't begrudge them.

  Then he smiled as he remembered Hannah on their wedding day, all sweet and shining with happiness. She'd very carefully put the piece of cake on his tongue then daintily wiped the crumbs away with a napkin. She was exacting like that though.

  He shoved his hands into his pockets, content to remain where he was and observe the festivities. Faith and Gray danced off to the side, which was amusing since there wasn't a band, and no music was playing, and, well, Gray was a pretty terrible dancer. Faith didn't seem to mind though. She was wrapped all around him, her sweet smile warming the entire garden.

  And then there was Nathan and Julie. He grinned. Nathan ... the dude was done. Stick a fork in him. He was never out of touching distance of Julie. He had a hand on her shoulder, or her elbow, sometimes resting on the back of her hair, idly stroking downward. At times he pulled her into his side, his arm around her waist, while other times he linked his fingers through hers.

  It was pretty damn funny to see the big, bald guy positively brought to his knees by the tiny package that was Julie. All she had to do was smile up at him, and Nathans entire face lit up with a goofy, shit-eating grin.

  A funny sort of wistful note crept through his mind. He missed having a woman look at him like that. He loved women, but only one woman had loved him.

  "Hey man, you made it back."

  Micah turned to see Connor walk up behind him.

  "Hey, yeah, wouldn't miss the big day for Damon and Serena."

  "Good vacation?" Connor asked casually.

  Micah stilled. "Yeah. Good."

  "Missed a lot of excitement."

  "Yeah, I heard. I have a feeling Nathan's boring days are over, though."

  Connor snickered. "You aren't lying about that. That woman has him tied up in knots."

  "She's a great girl," Micah said with a warm smile.

  "Yeah," Connor said easily. "She is."

  "Pop here?"

  Connor shook his head. "Nah. He doesn't really know Damon. I don't either, for that matter. I guess I'm here as a secondary guest."

  Just then Nathan looked up and saw Micah. He lifted his head in acknowledgment, and for a moment, Micah wondered if he was going to avoid the first confrontation between the three of them since that last night.

  Nathan lowered his head and said something to Julie, who looked his way and waved with a grin. Then she laced her fingers with Nathan's and pulled him toward Micah.

  Micah smiled. Leave it to Julie to head off any awkwardness. He knew he wasn't wrong about her.

  "Hey, you made it," Julie said as the approached.

  Nathan stuck his fist out to Micah and they bumped knuckles.

  "Where the hell have you been, man?"

  "Vacation," he said shortly.

  "Must have been a good one," Julie said.

  Startled, he glanced down at her. "Why do you say that?"

  She studied him for a moment. "You look different. Good different."

  "Thanks. I think."

  "It was a compliment," she said with a grin.

  Feeling like needling Nathan just a bit, Micah grinned slyly. "So, when do I get to collect on my bet?"

  Unflustered, she raised one eyebrow and looked coolly at him. "Hudson, does it look like I've been tamed?"

  He threw back his head and laughed. Oh yeah, Nathan was going to have fun with this one. Damn if she didn't have him on this one. Nathan could be with her fifty years and he'd never tame her.

  Nathan scowled. "What the hell are you two talking about?"

  Julie patted him on the arm. "Your friend here once bet me that I'd be tamed before he ever would. I was merely pointing out that you don't have a prayer of ever accomplishing that feat."

  Nathan's lips quirked upward into a grin. "Nope, and furthermore I'd never want to."

  They turned as Damon called for attention, Serena standing at his side, glowing like a beacon in the sun. Micah listened as his friend thanked everyone for coming and then announced that he and Serena were leaving for their honeymoon but that everyone was welcome to remain for as long as they liked.

  Good food, good friends. The evening held a lot of promise, but Micah had a sudden urge to go home. Lately a feeling of restlessness had settled over him, a relentless sort of ache he was at a loss to describe. Or analyze.

  He moved forward to congratulate Damon and Serena again and to bid them good-bye. Then he quietly made his rounds so that he could ease away from the party.

  "I'm heading out," he said when he reached Nathan and Julie, the last of his good-byes. "I'll see you later."

  "Yeah, see you at work," Nathan said.

  As Micah started to walk away, he saw Nathan frown.

  "Hey, wait a minute. What did you bet Julie anyway?"

  Micah started laughing even as he kept on walking.

  "Something I never had a prayer of collecting," he called over his shoulder.

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