Nate(85)

In. Out.

Deep.

Hard.

He was working me, bringing me to the edge.

I felt his mouth on my neck again. He was tasting me, then he slid around, and I turned. I needed to taste him back. Badly.

His mouth found mine, and he started going faster.

“Nate,” I breathed as his tongue slid inside.

His hands let go of my wrists and moved back to my hips. He flexed, his fingers digging into my skin, then he reared back. He paused and thrust back inside. He was almost slamming into me.

I loved it.

“Harder.” I gasped.

He paused. His hands squeezed my ass now. “You sure?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

I was panting, wanting to twist around to him, knowing I couldn’t, knowing he needed this, but dammit, I liked rough sex. I wanted it even harder.

He pounded into me, gripping my ass as he bent over me. I arched up, pushing back from the headboard, and he gripped me around the neck. He angled my head, his mouth finding mine, and his tongue swept inside, keeping in rhythm with his thrusts.

He growled. “You gotta come, Q.”

Q.

My climax tore through me, almost snapping me in two, and I cried out, folding over.

The waves pulsated through my whole body, making me feel like I had an entire other heartbeat for a moment. It was so strong.

Once I’d come down, I felt Nate pushing, digging deep, deeper, and then he stiffened over me, his own release sending a whole new wave of pleasure coursing through me.

God.

That was—holy fuck.

We both collapsed, with Nate half on top of me.

He started to move off me, but I snaked a hand out, grabbing him. “No. Stay.”

I liked his weight.

Who was I kidding? I loved his weight.

I loved this.

I felt connected to him in ways that I never knew was possible.

And he didn’t love me back.

No. I pushed that thought away. It didn’t matter.

He was here. I was here. We were both together.

Now.

Keyword.

Now, not later.

I’d worry about later later.

I pushed all those negative and self-sabotaging doubts out of my mind or to the back of my mind.

I needed him again, and I moved, groaning from the effort but also feeling frenzied at the same time.

Nate lifted his head, his eyes finding mine. He smiled. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

He stated, “I’m cleaning your jar.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.” He moved in, placing a kiss to my cheek and then finding my mouth again. “I called you Q.”

I smiled. “You called me Q.”

Q!

I loved it.

I whispered, “Keep calling me Q, and you can do that any time you want.”

He nodded, his mouth falling and he was tasting my throat. “Jesus. I think I’m addicted to your body.”

A full-body shiver wracked through me.

“You’re not alone.”

I was running my hand over his shoulders, his arms, his stomach, his muscles, and I then I dipped down and found him. My hand wrapped around him, and he closed his eyes, falling back as I showed him how much I enjoyed how he woke me up.

It wasn’t long before I moved over, straddling him, and then we were moving all over again.

This time, I rode him. Hard.





47





Quincey





Nate went to check on Nova, and I slipped into the bathroom.

The premiere was tomorrow night, and the nerves were starting. They were mingling with the after-daze of what Nate and I just did, but they were there. They were starting to prickle and tingle, and I smoothed a hand over my stomach, trying to push them out of me. It was an imagery technique. I was gathering them, sorting them out of the happiness Nate just made me feel, and once I pulled them all together, I imagined I was wrapping them up in a net, and then I was moving the net up through my stomach, up my throat, up, and out of my mouth and then I was removing them from my body. All of them. I wasn’t letting one stay inside, and it worked.

I felt better.

They’d start again, but I’d shut down my mind and do that all over again.

It’s how I handled show days. I got nervous every time. I’d just forgotten how bad the nerves could get.

“Hey.” Nate came into the bathroom, Nova in his arms.

She saw me and held her hands out. “Mama.”

I froze. My heart was in my throat.

I looked at Nate, and he was just as surprised, but a slow smile spread over his face. “She called me Dada the other week.”

“Are you serious?”

Why hadn’t he told me?

“Mama!” Nova shrieked, throwing her body toward me.

Nate had her, but he moved in closer so I could take her. I was half-dressed, and I didn’t care. Nova nuzzled into me. I was melting all over again. Resting my cheek on top of her head, I smoothed a hand down her back. Nate had changed her for the day, and she smelled so good.

Take that, nerves. I got a ‘Mama’ today.

I pressed a kiss to her head, trailing my fingers through her hair.

Nate’s smile softened, taking us both in. “I was going to ask your schedule for the day.”