Chapter Four

Hattie

S itting around a dinner table on Christmas Eve with my ex and his entire family, slightly hungover and sore from being fucked until I collapsed, was the last thing I was in the mood to do. My body ached all over and I was on edge sitting next to Nix throughout the entire meal. Every time his thigh even touched mine, I would jump.

“Hattie, are you okay? You haven’t touched your wine?” Mrs. Stratford asked, pointing to my glass.

“Oh, I’m fine. Nix and I grabbed a couple of drinks earlier and I just don’t want to overdo it.”

“See, I knew it would be good for him to bring you into town. You told me about your visit with your mom, but you didn’t tell me about anywhere else he took you.”

“Mom.” Nix said with a warning in his voice I didn’t understand. “That’s enough. Let Hattie relax.”

“I am son. I’m just curious about how your day went.”

“It was great, Mrs. Stratford. Thank you again for letting me stay here.”

“Of course, darling, you know my home is always open to you. You have been part of our family for longer than I remember.”

“I remember.” Julius jumped in, “Nix brought her home in the third grade. Remember that? You had two skinned knees and were crying like a girl.”

“I am a girl.” I said, throwing a dinner roll across the table at him. Unfortunately, he caught it.

“Whatever, you were such a wimp, and he carried you in here like some sort of superhero.”

“I am a superhero.” Nix said with a grin.

“You two were so cute back then. I thought for sure you’d be walking that little lady down the aisle before you had even left for college.” Nix’s mom added.

“There it is.” Mr. Stratford said. “I was just waiting for her to drop the marriage bomb before heading to the living room.”

I watched as Mrs. Stratford fussed at her husband, ignoring the tension between Nix and me and helped him to his chair.

“Happy you came?” He said as he leaned over and whispered into my ear.

“Still undecided.”

“Let me guess, pleased with the fucking, but pissed at my mom?”

“I’m not pissed at her.”

He leaned back in his chair, giving me a knowing glare that only made me angry. How do we go from one minute of pure bliss to him being a complete asshole every time we see each other?

“I’ll go get dessert.” I said, excusing myself from the table and heading into the kitchen. I didn’t need to look back to know Nix was following me.

“What is your problem?” he said as soon as the door closed behind us.

“I have no problem.”

“You do, I can sense it.”

“Sense it? What are you, psychic now?”

“When it comes to you? Yes.”

“Oh please, if you were so in tune with me, then you would know nothing is wrong.”

I moved throughout the kitchen, pulling out serving spoons and a pie cutter as I prepped all the desserts that needed to be put out. Mrs. Stratford hadn’t moved a thing in her kitchen over the last twenty years, so I found everything with ease.

“I know there is something wrong because there always is when you say there isn’t.”

“Okay, you know what? There is something wrong.”

“See I knew it!”

“Fuck you.” I said as I picked up a pie plate and made my way back into the dining room. This time he didn’t follow, but that also meant I had to go back for the other dishes.

The second I passed through the door, he grabbed me by my neck and pulled me to him. I wish I could say I fought it, but even after being throughly fucked all afternoon, I felt the gush of wetness in my panties the second his hands were on me. He pulled me close to him and put his forehead up against mine.

“I’m not playing your games this time, Hattie. If you have a problem with me, then you admit it. I’m not going to beg you to tell me what you need. That part of my life is over.”

I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t move and for fuck’s sake I didn’t want too. His lips crashed into mine and I was ready. I opened my mouth for the onslaught of Nix. Everything in me wanted to climb this man like a damn tree, but it was his mother’s voice that brought reality crashing back into both of us. He let go, nearly pushing me away the second the door swung open. I straightened the dress I had put on for dinner and pushed my hair back behind my ears. Looking down, it was clear Nix had problems of his own below the belt.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry. I thought I’d help, but it seems you two have this under control.” She said, turning quickly and leaving us standing there like two teenagers who just got caught making out. I leaned back against the wall and covered my face with my hands, giving up the fight. Now that she had seen us, everything was even more complicated than it had been before. Why the hell was I here? Was I just a glutton for punishment?

“Well, that was unexpected.” Nix said as he leaned over the counter, shaking his head. “I need a minute. Can you take the rest of this out?”

I looked up at him and laughed. Even after his mother interrupted us, he was still sporting a hard on. I shook my head and pushed back from the wall, “Yeah, and do something about that before you put someone’s eye out.”

I couldn’t help myself and the laughter that sprung from me at that time was more severe than the last. When I got within his reach, he pulled me in front of him and pushed me over the counter, pressing his hard cock into my backside.

“You do realize if my mother wasn’t listening with her ear against that door right now, I’d lift this dress and fuck you so hard you’d scream, right?”

His whisper was quiet, and my eyes darted to the door. Sure enough, at the bottom of the door was a shaded spot where the light didn’t shine through. She was standing there listening. Nix let me go and turned to leave then, as if nothing had happened, and he wasn’t outside hiding his hard on, I walked out of the kitchen with a pie in my hand and a smile on my face.

“Who wants pie?” I said as I placed the second pie plate on the table and began serving up dishes.

***

It was after midnight when the house was finally quiet, and everyone was off to bed. My afternoon hangover had finally warn off, but I wasn’t willing to risk going to sleep without a couple of Tylonal. As I stepped out into the dark hallway, I felt a hand come over my mouth and a hard body at my back.

“Shhh… don’t make a sound.” Nix’s harsh whisper in my ear made my knees weak, and he chuckled as my body buckled under his hold. “Good girl.” he added as he walked us across the hall and into his old bedroom.

He let me go long enough to close the door behind him and I turned just to be caught up in his embrace. Everything moved so fast. I didn’t know if I had taken my clothes off or he did. I remember pulling at his sweatpants and being pleasantly surprised that was all he had on. Before I knew it, my tank top and shorts I had changed into for sleep were gone and he laid me out on his bed as he crawled up it and reached for my legs, pulling me toward him.

“Nix.” I said, a little too loud for his liking.

“Voice down, Hattie, or you won’t like what comes next.”

But what came next wasn’t bad, it was utter bliss. My head fell back as his mouth covered me, sucking at my clit and licking me in slow, torturing movements that made my entire body burn with need. He was rough, too rough, and the feeling of his beard between my thighs made it even more intense. My hands reached for him and landed in his hair. I held him to me, pulling on the strands of thick golden waves I had loved since we were children. He groaned when I pulled a little tighter, so I did it again. This time he moved with my hand and looked up at me like a lion ready to devour his prey.

“Fuck Nix. You can’t look at me like that.”

His tongue darted out and ran over his lips, cleaning his mouth of my juices before he crawled up my body, and wrapped his arms under me and caused my chest to rise, leaving my neck open for his taking.

“So soft, so delicate, and so ready to be mine.” He growled before I felt his teeth bite down on my neck and my entire body tensed under him, which just caused a laughter of pleasure to erupt from deep within him.

“Even after all this time, my sweet Hattie, I still know exactly what you need.”

He reached down, lifting my leg, encouraging me to wrap it around him and, without missing a beat, slid into my core. I let out a gasp and bit my lower lip, knowing if we got caught now, then what happened earlier in the kitchen would seem like an amateur hour.

“Yes, just like that.” I panted into his ear as he thrust his hips forward, fucking me deeper with every stroke. I was so close already. Nix was right about one thing. He sure as hell knew everything my body needed. Suddenly, he pulled out and got to his knees. Lifting both of my legs up and onto his chest, he reached for my hips and entered me again. The change in position made everything intensify. He was deeper than before, fucking me harder than ever. It was painful in the best kind of way. I moved my hands to my breasts and pulled at my nipples, chasing the need for pain and pleasure all at once.

Nix’s lips parted as he watched me, then he tilted his head just enough to watch as his dick disappeared into me. Again and again until my breathing became labored and my body couldn’t take much more. My climax hit me all at once and with no warning at all. I reached for the pillow next to me and held it to my face as I screamed out my release. Nix hadn’t stopped though, he wasn’t done and when I quieted he pulled the pillow from me, sliding my legs back down around him. He leaned over me, with his forehead to mine, and rocked my fucking world until I felt him explode inside of me, pumping his hips forward until his cock stopped twitching inside of me and we both stilled to catch our breath. Nix was the only man I ever allowed to come inside of me, he was my first and my last. Sure, I had dated casually, but no one compared to him, no one ever would.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Hattie Anderson.”