Nax

by Carter, Sadie

  “You are still not being quiet.”

  He moved his hands away and she whimpered. “Please. Sorry. Please.”

  “Spread your legs.”

  She pushed them apart.

  “Wider. I wish to see all of you.”

  I wish to see all of you.

  Holy shit. She swore she’d just had a small orgasm at those words. How could they be so sexy? She figured that leaving a bit to the imagination was a good idea. She spread her legs wider. The water started to cool and she groaned. “The hot water is running out.”

  He reached over and plucked the shower head out of its holder. It was one of the older types that had a long arm. He crouched with it held in one hand. With the other hand, he cupped her mound, ran a finger along her slick lips, pressed a thumb between her folds and found her clit, which he lightly rubbed.

  “Nax!”

  He just shook his head, probably exasperated by her inability to keep quiet. Yeah, she’d never been all that good at that.

  “There is no hair here.”

  “L-lasered,” she replied. She leaned back against the wall of the shower as he continued to flick lightly at her clit. Her legs trembled. She was already so close. And she couldn’t believe that Nax Clacka was crouched between her spread legs, touching her.

  She cried out as he circled her clit.

  “Shh.”

  “I need to come.”

  It was a burning ache inside her. She hadn’t felt so turned on…in well, forever. Fuck, what was he doing to her?

  He moved a finger back and pressed it deep inside her. In and out. He fucked her with one finger. Then added another.

  She closed her eyes as her breathing grew ragged. It was all she could do to keep standing. She was so close. So close.

  A blast of cool water hit her, dousing her clit and pussy. She cried out.

  “Nax!”

  “Do you like that?”

  She shook her head. No. Of course not. The water was cold. And she wanted him to touch her. Except the sensation of the water against her sensitive clit was actually starting to feel really good. His fingers kept moving, piercing her.

  Shit. Shit.

  She rushed up that peak, hit it, and went flying over the edge. She dipped and soared, her entire body caught up in a ride she never wanted to end.

  When she finally came around, she found herself in his arms. The water was turned off and he’d wrapped a towel around her.

  “Nax?” she asked sleepily.

  “I’m here.” He moved them into the living room and settled on the couch with her on his lap. He tugged the towel from around her and flung it away, reaching for the blanket that rested at the edge of the sofa. He tucked it around her.

  “I should find my PJs,” she said sleepily. Truth was, she was so tired and sated she didn’t much want to move.

  “No.”

  “You’re very fond of that word. Do you always expect people to just obey you?”

  “Yes. Especially you.”

  She snorted. “You might be in for disappointment.”

  “No doubt.”

  She smiled at the dry note to his voice.

  “Should have known you’d be as bossy in the bedroom as everywhere else.”

  “We were not in the bedroom,” he pointed out.

  “You know what I mean. During fun time.”

  “Fun time. Yes, that was definitely a fun time.”

  She could feel his hardness pressed against her ass and knew it couldn’t have been that fun for him.

  She tried to wiggle off his lap and he tightened his hold. “Stop.”

  “But I want to do something for you,” she said shyly.

  “Like what?”

  She blushed. Shit. Why couldn’t she act sophisticated about this sort of thing?

  Uh, maybe because you’ve only slept with two guys in your life and while those encounters were nice, they were nothing like you just experienced in the shower. That was so hot, she knew she’d be dreaming about it for weeks to come.

  “I thought I could relieve the pain, you know, with my mouth.”

  Blow job. Can’t you say the word, Crista?

  “What do you mean? Relieve the pain with your mouth? What pain? Does your mouth have healing qualities?”

  “Not really sure since I’ve never really done it before.” And now that she thought it through, perhaps now wasn’t the time to test drive her talents in that area. Maybe she should practice first.

  Uh-huh, practice. How you going to do that? With a banana? Buy yourself a dildo?

  Oh dear Lord.

  “Maybe there’s an instruction manual or something. A vid I can watch.”

  Yep. It’s called porn.

  “What do you speak of? A vid on what?”

  “Giving blow jobs,” she blurted out. “I wanted to give you a blow job. Only I’m not exactly experienced in that area. And this has to be possibly the least sexiest conversation about a blow job that anyone has ever had.”

  “You wish to take my shaft into your mouth?”

  “Well, yes, that’s one way to put it.”

  He grinned.

  She narrowed her gaze. “You find that amusing?”

  “I find it arousing.”

  “Oh. Good.” At least he wasn’t making fun of her lack of experience in that area.

  “I find you amusing.”

  Not so good.

  She stiffened up and he tucked her face once again to his chest. “You may put your mouth on my shaft another day. In fact. I insist upon it.”

  She sniffed. “Maybe I don’t want to do that anymore. Ever.”

  “You do. You will.” He reached under the blanket and cupped her breast. Her nipple immediately hardened. “You like the idea.”

  Of course she did. She’d have to be mad not to. She might not know what the hell she was doing, but she was definitely turned on by the idea of getting her hands on his naked body.

  Okay. She needed to stop thinking about this. She was getting all turned on again.

  “You are getting restless,” he commented. “Need to get you settled down.”

  Huh. Wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that, as though he thought of her as a child he needed to calm down enough to sleep.

  But then he lightly pinched her nipple and she let out a low cry.

  “You need to be quiet. That door does not lock and your mother could wake up.” He nodded over at the bedroom door.

  “I was going to pleasure you, though.”

  “Tonight is about you. Other nights will be for me. And I enjoy pleasuring you.”

  Damned if that didn’t make her hotter.

  He moved his hand down her stomach. “Spread your legs.”

  She whimpered but moved them apart. “Do you always like to be in charge during, uh, fun time?”

  “Yes.”

  Her breath caught as he circled her clit with his finger.

  “Oh. Oh.” She couldn’t believe she was so turned on again. “I can’t come again.”

  “You can.”

  “You know over-confidence isn’t a sexy trait.” She lied. She found it extremely sexy. She found everything about him sexy. And it wasn’t exactly overconfidence when everything he said was true.

  He moved his hand lower so his thumb lightly tapped her clit while two fingers slid deep.

  “You are wet for me. You want this. Want me.”

  “Yes!”

  “And you will come again for me.”

  “Yes!”

  He looked down into her gaze. “I am the only one to do this for you, understand? No other. No dates. No fun time. Nothing.”

  “And it will be the same for you?”

  “Of course.” It was said so simply, as though he had never considered otherwise. The rush upwards was slow this time but no less intense. As she let out a cry, he quickly swooped down and caught her mouth with his, muffling the sound. But his fingers continued to thrust inside her, even when his thumb eased away.


  She opened her eyes, staring up at him dazedly, watching in shocked pleasure as he drew his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean.

  “Holy shit.”

  “Delicious.”

  She just stared for long moments then licked her lips. Yep, she definitely couldn’t wait to get a taste of him in turn.

  “Is there anything else to do before you go to bed?”

  “What? Oh.” Damn, he was leaving. Well, she could hardly expect otherwise. Wasn’t like she even had a bed to offer him. No doubt he wanted to get some sleep.

  “Oh, I will just check the locks then turn off the lights, climb into some pajamas.” She didn’t have the energy to do any of that right now.

  He lifted her off him, settling her on the couch. “No pajamas. Ever.”

  What? He couldn’t dictate that. Before she could question him, he was up and checking the locks. Then he switched off the light and the room was plunged into darkness. She couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped.

  “Crista?”

  She jumped as she felt big hands clasp hold of her thighs.

  “Crista, it is me. Nax.”

  Of course it was Nax. She was being an idiot.

  “Sorry. Sorry. I just…” His hands moved away and she closed her eyes, berating herself for her idiocy. The floor lamp was switched on, sending soft light into the room. She opened her eyes.

  “That better?” he asked gruffly.

  “Yes. Thank you. Sorry I’m such a wimp. I guess you have to go now.”

  “No.” He pulled her up onto her feet. Then he lay on his back on the couch. What was he doing? Was he planning on staying? Where did he expect her to sleep?

  “I suppose I could sleep on the floor,” she muttered to herself. “Need another blanket for you, though. And a pillow.”

  “Come here.” He patted her chest.

  Um. What exactly did he want her to do? Sit on his chest?

  He let out a very loud, long sigh. “Come and lie on me, Crista.”

  “What? No. I can’t do that.”

  He arched his eyebrows. “Why not?”

  “Well, because neither of us are going to be able to sleep like that.”

  “You will sleep. Because you will feel safe. Because you know that if I am here nothing bad will happen.”

  “You are so arrogant.”

  “It is the truth.”

  Damn it. It was.

  “I’m happy to sleep on the floor.”

  “I am not happy for you to do that.”

  Okay. “Am I ever going to win an argument with you?”

  “Not when it concerns your health and safety.”

  Shit. He made it hard to argue with him when he said things like that.

  “Now, come here.” His voice was pure steel and she found herself walking towards him.

  “I’m not always going to give in,” she warned him.

  “Noted.”

  When she grew close enough, he reached out and clasped her around the waist, and in a show of strength that shocked her, he lifted her up and onto his chest. He settled her in against him, her chest pressed against his, the blanket lying over both of them, although she hardly needed it with the heat his body radiated. She rested her cheek against his firm chest with a soft sigh. It shouldn’t have been comfortable, he wasn’t exactly soft. But either she was so exhausted from everything that had happened or from those two orgasms, she found herself drifting off.

  He wrapped his arms around her. “Sleep. And yes, you will do as I order.”

  This time, she didn’t even bother to try and argue.

  14

  She woke up to the sound of soft giggles and the murmur of a dark, deep voice.

  She rolled over, wincing as a spring dug into her side, and opened her eyes. Sunshine filled the room. The drapes had been pulled back. Her eyes opened further in surprise. It had to be midmorning. How had she slept so long? Shit! She’d be late.

  Wait. No. It was Sunday. And she didn’t have a viewing until later that day. All right. She could relax. The scent of coffee hit her and suddenly a cup appeared in her line of vision. She looked past the cup of coffee to the tanned hand that held it. Then up the muscular forearm, to the huge bicep and hit the gaze of the man who had made her come not once but twice last night.

  And then held her all night long. She’d expected she would have nightmares about last night. But obviously he had been right. Wrapped up in his arms, she’d felt nothing but safe.

  If only she could feel that way all the time.

  Not going to happen. Getting involved wouldn’t be fair to him.

  Like you aren’t involved already? He’s seen you naked. He gave you two orgasms last night. Two! Then he held you so you’d feel safe even though he was lying on the world’s most uncomfortable couch with his feet hanging off the end.

  “Crista?”

  “What? Oh!” She suddenly realized she was still lying there. She hadn’t even said good morning or taken the coffee he was offering. She sat up, careful to keep the blanket covering her.

  His lips twitched. She sent him a sharp look. “This would be easier if I was wearing pajamas,” she said as she got her blanket trapped under her legs and had to wriggle around so she didn’t flash the room. Mind you, he’d already seen everything and her mom, who was sitting at the table, wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention.

  “When you sleep with me, you sleep naked.”

  “Well, not sure that’s going to happen again.” Please let it happen again.

  “It will.”

  “Look, Crista, Nax brought croissants. I can’t remember the last time I ate croissants.”

  Crista forced herself to smile at her mom, then she had to look quickly away. It was such a throwaway comment. Didn’t mean much. Except she’d bought her mom a croissant the other week as a treat. Sometimes it was the little things that hit her the hardest.

  “Crista.”

  Firm fingers rested gently under her chin and he tilted her head up. She blinked to quickly get rid of the sheen of tears covering her eyes. Didn’t work that well.

  “It will be all right.”

  She shook her head. “No, it won’t. And nothing can make it right.”

  He crouched down, placed the coffee she still hadn’t taken on the floor, and placed his hands on her thighs.

  “You are correct. It isn’t right.”

  She raised her brows. “You mean you’re agreeing with me? Has hell frozen over? Have I finally won an argument?”

  “We were not arguing. It will not be all right because there is nothing here that can be done for your mom.”

  Here? What did he mean by here?

  “Nax. I’ve been to three different specialists.” And she was still paying off the bills. “And they all said the same thing. It can’t be cured. It won’t make any difference if we go to a specialist somewhere else.”

  “Perhaps. Perhaps not.”

  “Nax, please. I can’t go through it again. I can’t.”

  “What?” he looked startled and worried as a tear dripped down her face. “Why do you cry? Do not cry.”

  He stood and started to pace. “I do not wish you to cry.”

  “Sorry. Sorry.” She swiped away the tears on her face.

  “Crista, honey. What’s wrong?” Her mom slid onto the sofa next to her, wrapping her fragile arm around her. The scent of lavender hit her and it was all she could do not to burst into huge, heaving sobs. Lavender was her mom’s favorite scent.

  “Did he upset you?” Her mom glared up at Nax. “What did he say?”

  “No. No, it wasn’t Nax. I was just upset because…because I have a problem that can’t be solved.”

  “Do you want to tell me? Maybe I can help find a solution.”

  She smiled at her mother. “I love you, Mom.”

  “I love you too, dear.” Her mom patted her knee. “What you need is food. You always feel better with a full stomach. As a child, she was always so busy, always
on the move. I nearly had to tie her down to get her to eat,” she told Nax.

  “Yes, I have had similar thoughts.”

  She gave Nax a warning look, even as she felt her insides warm. She’d never thought of being bound as something she’d find sexy. But then she hadn’t met Nax.

  Her mom returned with a plate holding a chocolate Danish. She bit into the flaky treat and closed her eyes as it melted on her tongue.

  “I will buy those for you every day if you make sounds like that,” Nax told her in a low voice.

  She opened her eyes to find he was sitting on the coffee table across from her. It made a low, creaking noise under his weight.

  “Your furniture is all uncomfortable or too fragile.”

  She smiled. “It’s fine for us.”

  He gave her a disgruntled look.

  She gave him a serious look. “Thank you for staying last night. I’m not sure I could have slept much if you hadn’t been here.”

  He just nodded. As though that was a given. She shook her head but had to smile.

  “Your mother doesn’t seem to remember any of it.”

  “Yeah,” she said sadly. “That’s for the best.” She turned her gaze back to him. “Thank you for the croissants. And the coffee.” She reached down and picked up the cup, taking a sip. She choked, her eyes watering. “Um, did you make this?”

  “Yes. Why? Is it not made correctly?”

  “Oh, no, it’s fine.”

  “Crista,” he said in a growly voice. “We will have truth between us.”

  “It’s a little strong.” How many scoops of coffee had he used?

  “You will show me how you like it so I get it right next time.”

  He planned to make her coffee again? Happiness filled her at the thought before it fled as she remembered she had to tell him things couldn’t go any further than they had.

  “Nax has invited us to come to dinner,” her mom called out, interrupting her thoughts of how she was going to let him go without regretting it for the rest of her life.

  Hell. Of course she would regret it. He might be a bit odd and seemed to think he should always be in charge. But she was drawn to him in a way she had never been attracted to anyone else.

  “What?” she asked.

  “We are going to his house for dinner.”

  “I don’t know…”