29. Kat

Chapter 29

H ave you ever had something happen that makes you question everything you’ve ever known in life?

That’s what's happening right now because I’m pretty sure this conversation started with Nathan explaining that he doesn’t want a wife and that they had agreed to share to ensure there would be no split in the company should one of them marry.

So how the hell had we gotten to the point where he’s telling me he wants a wife…

And not just any wife, but possibly me, if I’m understanding him correctly.

“Kat.”

Nathan’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I blink hard, shaking my head when I realize I’d been staring off into the nothing outside the dark window.

“I’m sorry… What?”

I step back out of his arms as I attempt to make sense of what was just discussed, but I can’t. He lets me move away, but I can feel his eyes on me, and when I look up at him, I find him watching me. Nothing about his face says he just dropped a bomb on me, but I assure you, it felt like one to me.

How is he so calm about this?

“What part didn’t you understand?” he asks as if I simply didn’t understand a word he said and needed it explained.

“I don’t know. Maybe it's the part where you didn’t want a wife, and now you do?” My voice is a few octaves too high, bordering on almost a shrill, panicked tone, but I can’t bring myself to care right now.

“Is that all?” he asks, still as calm as can be, and I swear I want to reach out and smack him. I probably would if I thought it would do a damn thing, but knowing my luck, I’d only hurt my hand. I’ve seen him without a shirt, I know how well built he is.

Regardless of how easy his question may be, I take a moment to think before I answer.

Is that all?

‘If I get my way, I won’t need a surrogate. I won’t need to adopt, because one day I’ll have a beautiful wife who will carry my children and theirs as well.’

Nope, that’s not it at all, but I’m not sure I can voice the rest right now.

“I don’t want to quit my job.” I settle on a safer topic instead of whatever else this conversation might be headed toward.

His eyes harden, and I see his jaw tick. I get the feeling he isn’t used to having anyone oppose him who isn’t his five-year-old daughter, but I don’t want to fall back into the arms of a man who I rely on for everything. I’ve worked hard for my freedom and independence.

He takes a step toward me, and I stand my ground, despite feeling like I should step back away from him. He towers over me, but I stay put, keeping my eyes locked on his as he reaches up and gently brushes a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

“Why?” His voice is gentle despite my attitude, and it makes me deflate.

Nathan isn’t Carter.

With a deep breath, I purse my lips and decide now is probably the best time to tell him. “I don’t want to belong to someone, to be under someone’s thumb and stuck.” I look down at my feet, unable to hold his gaze.

I know they aren’t the same. Nathan and the rest of the guys have shown me that on so many occasions, yet I still can’t help but be concerned. Afraid I’ll fall back into the same trap and be stuck again.

His fingers are gentle as he presses my head up until our eyes meet, and I once again quickly look away. He doesn’t say a word; instead, he simply waits for me to be ready to meet his gaze.

Ultimately, he wins, and I relent, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Do you remember what I called you the day you and Addison went to the mall?” His question seems strange and out of place given our line of conversation, but still, I rack my brain trying to recall.

“No,” I say after a minute when nothing comes to mind. Usually, Alex calls me Cherry, and Desmond calls me Kitten, but Nathan calls me Kat or Katherine. I never really thought he was one for nicknames.

“Queen.” He says it as if it should mean something to me, but it doesn’t. Thankfully, he seems to see that and explains further. “With this arrangement, you're not just the nanny, Kat. You’re ours, yes, but not as an object. You are ours, as in our equal, our woman, our friend, our queen. Should you decide you want a new car, you have a card, you buy one. You don’t need permission. If you think we should go on a vacation and have some family time together? Let me know, I’ll clear the week and get the jet ready.”

He takes another step toward me, letting his hand move from my chin around to the back of my neck, his fingers brushing over the fine hairs at the nape of my neck.

“Queen’s aren’t owned. They don’t belong to anyone, and they’re under nobody's command. My queen is meant to rule the kingdom with me, and together, we will continue to build our empire, be that the company, Addison, or any other children we might have in the future.”

Every word out of his mouth sounds too good to be true. How someone as rich and powerful as him seems to understand so well what a relationship is supposed to be when Carter couldn’t, kind of blows my mind. I’d thought maybe the problem was that Carter was rich and was used to getting what he wanted and being treated like a king, but that obviously wasn’t it at all. The money Nathan and the rest of the Lawson’s have is probably enough to make Carter cry, if the black card is anything to go by.

Hell, Nathan has enough money to get me a black card, and my income is way less than Carter's. That’s not even counting what he already had in his bank account from Mommy and Daddy that he never let me see.

Somehow, the part that seemed to have gotten my attention most was the very last bit about children we might have in the future, and it wasn’t only my brain that took notice.

“You quitting your job is not meant to put you under our thumb or take your independence. My only concern is your safety. While I could handle Trevor, get him fired, and ensure he’s not allowed back, that doesn’t change the fact that the school let someone like him be employed there, to begin with. Not to mention Barbara and the other staff who were nasty to you simply because I took an interest in you. No, that’s not the kind of place I want my Queen or my princess spending their time or the type of people I want them surrounded by.”

Without being upset, it’s much harder to see the problem with what he’s saying. No, it makes sense, and I even agree with him about taking Addison out to find a better school. So why is it so hard for me to let go and agree to quit?

“Okay.”

I force the word out before I can change my mind because I know this has nothing to do with them and everything to do with my fears from my history with Carter. I refuse to let him keep hold of me. He didn’t want me. He chose someone else, and I need to do the same while remembering this might be the very best thing to ever happen to me.

The second the word leaves my lips, I feel lighter. I hadn’t realized how much this was all weighing on me. The idea of seeing Trevor again, of needing to have a job to be able to support myself, of being helpless again.

Now, I just need Nathan to explain why he doesn’t touch me if he views me as his queen. It seems his actions and words aren’t exactly matching up.

That is until he leans down and captures my lips with his. And just like that, nothing makes sense again.

His fingers dig into the back of my neck, pulling me tight to his chest as he tries to consume me. I’ve kissed a decent amount of people in my life, not a crazy amount, but enough to know this feels different.

This is the kind of kiss I could get lost in; that’s life-changing and all-consuming. The kind I didn’t think was real. In one swift motion, he easily lifts me into his arms. I barely manage to wrap my legs around him before he’s headed toward the stairs.

How he can continue to kiss me and still make it up the stairs is beyond me, but he manages without missing a beat, and the next thing I know, we’re in a bedroom.

He leaves the door open, and I guess it doesn’t matter; we're the only ones here, but it still feels like we’re being risky, doing something we shouldn’t.

Pulling back slowly, he sets me gently on the bed before taking a step back. I bite my lip, watching him, trying to keep my ass on the bed instead of running back to him. His eyes stay fixed on mine despite the distance he put between us, and I swear I see the same need I feel in his eyes.

“There are some things we need to talk about if you're going to be mine, Kat.” He begins to undo the buttons on his shirt. He'd abandoned his suit jacket downstairs, but he's still dressed to kill.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to agree with whatever it is, even before he can voice it, but something stops me. He seemed to be enjoying our kiss as well, so if he stopped us and created some distance, I get the feeling it might be important. I can always jump back into his arms the second he’s done.

Besides, I rather enjoy watching him undress. I swear I never really had a type before, but Nathan might change my mind. A well-dressed man with some grays…

I look up from his hands to his face and get the feeling I missed something.

Shit, what did he say?

“I’m sorry, what?” I say, fidgeting with the comforter below me under his intense gaze. I wasn’t trying to tune him out. “You're distracting,” I say in my defense. He simply looks down as he undoes the last button on his shirt before slowly peeling it off. I’m pretty sure he’s doing it on purpose now.

“I need you to listen to me, Kat. Can you do that? I’m pretty sure Alex mentioned that you’re very eager to please.” His words work like a charm, and suddenly, I’m more than ready to watch and listen.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that despite my clear attraction to you and the fact that I was with Alex the night you agreed to our arrangement, I have yet to really do much.” He moves to the dresser and drapes his shirt over it because, of course, he wouldn’t throw it on the floor before he moves to unbuckle his belt. I swear to god my heart jumps into my throat at the anticipation of it all.

He looks at me, and I nod because I did notice that. I very much so noticed that.

“Staying away from you has been…” he pauses as if in thought before pulling his belt from his pants in one swift motion that leaves me wide-eyed. “Difficult to say the least. Watching my brother fuck you on my desk was the sweetest kind of torture. But I needed to ensure you were really aware of what you were agreeing to with me before I took things any further.”

His belt joins his button-up on top of the dresser, and he begins to pull his undershirt from his pants, where it was tucked in, and I catch a glimpse of his toned skin underneath.

Fuck me.

I’m honestly not sure how old Nathan is, but I know there’s no way he should look like that . Hell, most men my own age don’t even look like that.

He walks toward me, stopping right in front of me. I’m not sure what he wants, so I remain where I am, hoping for some kind of direction should he want me to do something. Instead of saying anything, he drops to the ground on his knees in front of me and reaches for my leg, pulling my foot into his hand before pulling off one shoe and then the other.

“I need you to understand that I want you to be more than just Addison’s nanny. I want you to be her mother, and I want to make you a mother.” He slowly pulls off my socks before standing and pushing my sweater down my arms until it pools on the bed around me.

“I enjoy control. When we’re in the bedroom, you will refer to me as sir.”

“Yes, sir,” I say in response, earning a smile that has my toes curling.

Sir indeed.

“I also need you to understand that I want to see your stomach round with a child. That I want to fuck a baby into you or have one of the others do it. And that one day I’ll fuck you on my desk the same way Alex did, because not joining him has haunted me every day since then.”

His words wash over me, and it takes me a second to really grasp them.

It sounds like he’s excited by the idea of getting me pregnant. I’d never heard of that before; actually, in the past, I’d been worried if I had gotten pregnant that Carter would no longer be attracted to me.

“How do you feel about a large family, Kat?”

“A big family sounds wonderful,” I say before I can really think about it, but it’s not a lie. I can picture little Nathan’s, Desmond’s, and Alex’s running around; hell, even a little Oliver… It’s easy, if I’m being honest, and while that should probably scare me for how new all of this is, it doesn’t. If anything, it only excites me more.

He pulls me to my feet, and we stand so close that I’m simply staring at his chest and the way his undershirt is pulled taut everywhere. With my eyes on him, he takes advantage of my distracted state, pulling my shirt up and over my head and leaving me in my bra. The instinct to cover myself is there, but so is the memory of the way Alex reacted when I did, and I instead let my arms drop to my sides.

“Communication is key, Kat. If you don’t like something we do, you need to tell us. If you don’t want something, you need to tell us. I’m no longer your employer but your future husband.”

His words hit me hard, and I feel my mouth fall open in shock, but I can’t do anything about it. For whatever reason, hearing him say he wants a wife and more children didn’t really feel the same as him saying he will be my husband.

And if he’ll be my husband, what will the others be?

He presses a finger under my chin, popping my mouth closed and pushing my head up so that our eyes meet.

“Don’t confuse this for being my proposal. That will come later and be much grander, but do know that you're ours now, Kat. There’s no going back after tonight.”

His blue eyes bore into mine, and I see so many emotions in his eyes. When I’d first met him, I’d thought his eyes were icy and closed off, but not anymore. No, now, when I look into his eyes, I see affection, desire, respect, and longing…but most importantly, I see a future.

“I understand, sir.” My voice is strong and sure despite my emotions, which feel like they could choke me at any second.

I know I’ve said the right thing the moment the words leave my lips. Nathan’s eyes shine, and a smile pulls at his lips, but it’s not like any I’ve ever seen on his lips before—it's predatory and seductive.

It’s a damn good thing he sticks to his usual icy looks in public because he already has enough women after him. I can’t imagine how they would react if they saw him like I am right now. No, Nathan is any woman’s wet dream already; trust me, I should know, but Nathan in the bedroom…Nathan as sir.

Fuck me.

“For tonight, let’s see how well you can listen,” he says, taking a step back before he nods toward the bed behind me. “Up on the bed.”

I can’t move fast enough and damn near trip over my feet as I scramble to get on the bed, not only wanting to please him but desperate to make my dream of being fucked by him a reality.

Unsure how he wants me on the bed, I make it about halfway up the mattress before I stop and turn around, waiting for more instructions. His gaze is unwavering as he looks me over from head to toe. Moving forward, he reaches out, grabbing my ankle and pulling me toward him enough that he can easily pull my pants off, leaving me in nothing but my bra and underwear.

Thank God I’d changed them before we came. Not that there was anything wrong with the other set, but they were bland, basic black. This set is one I bought just a few days ago with the guys in mind. It’s a bralette and panty set that’s all lace in a deep jade green color that I’ve been told goes great with my hair. The set is a little more than I’m used to wearing, a little flashy and sexual, but that had kind of been the point. Judging by the way his eyes sweep over me, I’m going to assume he likes them.

I watch as he moves his hands to his pants, undoing them without taking his eyes off of me. Everything he does is sexy as fuck, and I’m dying for him to touch me but also terrified I’ll explode the moment he does with the way he’s building this up. Neither of us is even naked yet.

His pants fall to the ground around his ankles, but he disregards them, instead reaching over his head to pull his undershirt off in that sexy, over-the-head, one-armed way guys do. If I tried that, I’d get stuck, but Nathan makes it look effortless.

I soak up every inch I can see once again, taking in all of his many tattoos that you would never guess were there when he was in his suit. It takes me a moment to realize we’re both damn near naked and for some reason, my nerves decide this is a great time to make an appearance.

“Eyes on me, Kat.”

My eyes snap back to him of their own accord, and I see the approval that shines in them.

“Lie back and get comfortable, my Queen. We’ll be in this bed for the rest of the weekend.”

Weekend? I thought we were only going to be gone for the night.

I move up the bed to lie back on the pillows with every intention of asking him about it, but before I can, he’s moving across the room, toward a chair in the far corner. He easily hoists it up into his arms before walking back to the end of the bed, where he places it down. He drops back into it, somehow still finding a way to look every bit the billionaire businessman despite his lack of clothes. His eyes quickly find mine across the bed, and the weight of his gaze alone is enough to leave me squirming. Biting my lower lip, I press my thighs together in what I hope is a subtle enough way that he doesn’t notice.

Of course he does, though. It’s as if I’d shouted it from the rooftops. His eyes dart down to my thighs. His pupils blow wide as he sits back, rubbing his hand over the very clear erection that’s straining to be free from his boxers.

Whatever I’d been about to say is long forgotten now.

“Take off your underwear for me, my Queen,” his voice is low and husky and goes right to my vagina as if a string attaches them. It would be pathetic if I could bring myself to care, but unsurprisingly, the only thing that seems to matter to me right now is the sexy as fuck man in the chair sitting across from me.

I move to do as he said, not only eager to please but worried I’ll lose my nerve if I hesitate. I’ve never done this kind of thing before. The most engaging sex I’ve ever had was with Alex and Desmond; other than that, it was just taking our clothes off and having sex. No buildup like this or intense foreplay. Not that I don’t enjoy it, but it’s going to take some time to get used to.

“Slower.”

I pause with my thumbs hooked in the waistband before trying again, this time paying attention to how I move. With my thumbs still hooked around the lacy material, I gently and slowly begin pushing them down, lifting my ass off the bed enough to free them. Usually, I would just kick them off now, but knowing he’s looking for a show, I slowly lift my knees, pushing them up to the top and letting gravity take them down to my ankles, leaving my pussy on full display. Something he doesn’t miss. His eyes are laser-focusing, and I see the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard.

“Now, your bra,” he says, and I watch as his hand moves down to grip his cock through the fabric of his boxers. My embarrassment at being on display is suddenly forgotten as I wish he was bare as well.

“Kat.” His voice reminds me he gave me an order, and I quickly reach behind my back to undo my bra as my cheeks damn near catch fire. I struggle for a moment before I get it and almost groan in annoyance. I’ve worn a bra for so long you’d think I’d be better at this.

Remembering his request for me to go slower with my panties, I do the same with my bra, slowly pulling it down my arms before I let it drop onto the bed beside me. I’m completely bare on the bed now. I can feel his eyes on me, but I can’t bring myself to look up, that is, until I hear movement at the foot of the bed.

My curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance up to find him standing at the foot of the bed. His eyes find mine the second I look up, and he holds my gaze, as if daring me to look away.

Of course, I don’t. I don’t think I could if I wanted to; I’m lost in his gaze, so lost that it takes him bending damn near in half before I realize what he’s doing.

“Stay.”

I freeze. I didn’t even realize I was moving until he said something. I fall back onto my butt in the center of the bed and wait impatiently for his next directions while also trying not to seem too eager to see him naked.

I’m pretty sure I do a terrible job, though, because he looks all too pleased with himself as he slowly stands back up, taking his precious time to reveal himself to me.

I gasp out loud, quickly slapping a hand over my mouth when he’s finally standing, and I see him in all of his glory.

No fucking way.

“You didn’t think I’d let Desmond have all the fun, did you? After all, where do you think he gets that wild streak from?” Most parents would say that kind of thing about getting a cool color streak in their hair or one of those little matching tattoos with their kids.

Not matching dick piercings!

I watch as he reaches down to grip his cock at the base, pumping it slowly so that I get to see the underside completely.

I guess they don’t match exactly. Whereas Desmond has multiple barbells up the underside of his cock, Nathan only appears to have the one right below the tip. I can’t bring myself to care, though, because while piercings might be new territory for me, I can promise they are most welcome. I’m not picky about the style or placement.

My gaze is glued to his cock. It’s thick and long and might just be the biggest I’ve ever seen. It’s hard to know for sure when he’s so far away and the other two aren’t here, but I’m pretty sure.

Maybe one of these days, I can get them to let me measure them all, just for the sake of knowing. Though that might be a bad idea, I don’t want to make it a competition, and I can totally see Desmond making it just that.

Nathan climbs up onto the bed on his knees, and it takes everything in me to stay where I am. He’s released his cock, but that doesn’t really matter. He’s so damn hard it stands damn near straight up, letting me see the barbell and the drip of precome that beads from his slit down the underside of his head toward it.

He reaches down, swiping the drop away with his thumb before beckoning me toward him with a simple curl of his finger.

I should be embarrassed by how quickly I move, but I can’t bring myself to care right now. I’m so on edge I might explode if he doesn’t touch me soon, and honestly, even when he does, I still might.

Raising to my knees, I match his stance, though there’s still a bit of distance between us. Nathan doesn’t seem to mind, though. Looking down at me, he doesn’t hesitate to reach out and press his thumb into my mouth. It takes me a second to catch on, but when I do, I quickly swirl my tongue around his thumb, enjoying his salty taste.

His fingers curl around my chin, holding my head still as he moves further up the bed until his cock bobs against my lower stomach. “I’ve dreamt of the way your lips would feel wrapped around my cock.” I whimper at his words as I imagine the same thing.

I can’t lie. If someone like Carter had said that to me, I probably would have just rolled my eyes because that’s always what he wanted. It felt like a chore, like something he required me to do, and he never reciprocated. Hell, he didn’t even care if I finished when we had sex; so long as he did, that was all that mattered.

But with these men, I find I not only don’t mind it, I enjoy it. Which is why his next words are kind of a disappointment.

“But that will have to be something for later.” He holds my gaze the same way he holds my head, and I don’t even know his other hand is moving until his fingers dip into the wetness of my pussy. “First, I need to feel the way your pussy is going to hug my cock as I pump you full of my come.”

His touch damn near makes my knees buckle, but I manage to stay upright, mostly because of his hold on me.

“God, you’re so fucking wet.”

He’s not wrong. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so turned on and teased as I am right now. Wetness drips down my legs as he continues to work his fingers back and forth from my clit, all the way to my opening.

“Is this all for me, my Queen?” He removes his thumb from my mouth, gently brushing it over my cheekbone, and I take that as a signal to answer him with words.

“Yes, sir.” The words come out strained and breathy, but they come out nonetheless, which is more than I thought possible right now.

He drags his fingers up to my clit, applying just the slightest bit of pressure before he pulls his fingers away, and I can’t help whimpering at the loss. A whimper escapes that I almost choke on when he pushes his fingers into his mouth. His eyes fall closed as he makes a sound a lot like a growl deep in his chest, making my pussy clench around nothing.

One second, we’re on our knees; the next, I’m on my back, with one of my legs over his shoulder as he stares down at me. The head of his cock is pressed to my opening, but not inside of me the way I desperately need him to be. I move, pressing my hips up off the bed, unable to help myself, craving the feeling of him, needing to know how it will feel to have him buried deep inside of me.

One of his hands grips my waist, holding me down and stopping my movement, his other coming up to my throat. His thumb caresses my jaw tenderly, and despite his strong hold, he doesn’t restrict my ability to breathe.

“I’m going to fuck a child into you, my Queen. It might not be tonight, but it will happen. Until then, we can practice.”

Eventually, I’m going to have to tell him I’m on birth control, but not right now. Right now, the only thing that matters is the delicious stretch of his cock as he thrusts inside of me for the first time, and my eyes roll back into my head as I almost come from this alone.

Nathan doesn’t pause. There’s no time to adjust or get ahold of myself as he fills me completely before pulling back out and slamming into me again. It’s enough to steal the air from my lungs, and I reach out, gripping his arm hard, my fingernails digging into his skin, but that only seems to spur him on.

My toes curl, and I bite down on my lip to try and keep myself quiet as my orgasm builds in my stomach, ready to crash over me at any moment.

Nathan has other plans, though.

“You don’t come until I say you can.”

A choked sob is the only noise I can make in response as he continues to slam into me, and I know for sure now that he’s, at the very least, thicker than either Alex or Desmond. That damn piercing is hitting the most amazing spot inside of me, and I know what he said, but I’m honestly not sure I can hold off if he keeps this up.

“S–sir, pl—please,” I beg, but he doesn’t respond. Peeling my eyes open, I find him watching me with a sparkle in his eyes that looks almost mischievous. He releases my hip, and for a moment, I think he might take pity on me…

I’m very, very wrong.

Instead of letting up or letting me come, he instead moves his thumb to my clit, where he slowly begins to circle it with just enough pressure to drive me insane. My back arches as a desperate, filthy moan is pulled from somewhere so deep inside of me. I’ve never heard it before, and I’m not sure I could ever make it again, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m about to come whether he gives me permission or not.

It’s right there, ready to crash over me, when all of a sudden, everything stops as he pulls out of me, his thumb disappearing from my clit. His fingers around my throat tighten enough to make it harder to breathe, but not impossible.

“Be a good girl and beg me to let you come, for me to fill you with my come.”

“Please.” The word is out of my mouth even before he’s finished his sentence. I don’t care what he said. I'd be willing to do it so long as he lets me come, so long as he fills me once again.

“Please fill me with your come, sir. Please fuck a baby into me.”

It isn’t what he asked for, but it seems to do the job. His hips snap forward, and I cry out at the harsh way our hips slap together, pushing me further up the bed with a groan of his own.

“Come with me, take every last drop of my come like a good fucking girl.”

His thumb once again moves back to my clit as his hips take on an almost frantic rhythm, but this time he applies more pressure, moving fast enough that my orgasm builds back up in record time, crashing through me hard enough that it steals my vision and leaves me shaking.

Nathan releases my throat, dropping his forearm to the bed beside my head. He falls forward onto it, his head dropping to rest against my own as we both gasp for air.

His cock throbs, still hard inside me, and I feel his come as it leaks from inside me, making a mess of the both of us, but I can’t bring myself to care.

He gets himself under control a lot faster than I do, and I’m not sure if that’s because he’s in better shape or what, but I feel like I could sleep for a few days at this point. I didn’t even really do much but undress and lay here. Pressing up, he looks down at me, and his eyes are so full of affection that emotion clogs my throat.

Nobody’s ever looked at me the way he is right now, and I’m not sure how to feel about it.

Pressing his lips to my forehead, he sits back on his knees. He pulls my leg from his shoulder, pressing a few light kisses to my ankle before gently placing it on the bed beside him. Despite the fact that I know he just came, he’s still mostly hard, but he pulls out, and I feel more of his warm come leak out of me. With two fingers, he collects most of the leaking come before sliding them back inside of me, making me hiss at the feeling while I’m still overly sensitive.

My pussy clenches around his fingers of its own accord as he pulls them out, and I watch his eyes darken with lust as he watches me.

“Let’s get cleaned up and get you some water. I’m far from done with you for the night.” His words have goosebumps breaking out over my skin. When he climbs off the bed, I see he’s once again hard, and suddenly, I understand why we’re staying more than just one night.

It seems it’s going to take longer than that to satisfy him. I just hope I’m up for the task.