Chapter Six

Sam

Nate’s nice enough to take me shopping for some new clothes before taking me back to his shop. Even though I swore to pay him back as soon as possible. Either way it didn’t seem to bother him.

Out of anyone I could’ve run into stranded on the side of the road, I’m so glad I’ve been blessed with a literal angel. Sure, he could be pitying me, but I’m choosing to believe he’s got a genuinely good heart and likes to help people down on their luck like me.

When he brings me up to his loft, he gives me a quick tour of the place—it’s way nicer than he’d led me to believe at lunch—and then brings me to the guest room to set down my stuff down.

“You want anything, just let me know. Food’s in the fridge, so feel free to pick at whatever. I’m sure you’re dying for the shower. I’ve got towels in the linen closet just inside the door, so help yourself. Sorry about the, uh, lack of products in there.”

Grinning, I turn around after setting down my bag down, “Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys that does the 13-in-1 shampoo.”

He coughs, trying to cover up a laugh. “I’m not that bad. I’ve at least got a bar of soap in there.”

“One of the free ones from a hotel you got six years ago? Those are my favorite. They’re great for the face.”

He grins. “You’ve got quite the sense of humor, Sam. You know that?”

“I’ve been told I should do standup.”

“I’d go to your show.”

My cheeks flush. I’m sure he’s not meaning to sound flirty, but that’s exactly how I’m taking it.

“Anyway,” he continues. “Just holler if you need anything. I’ll be down in the shop going over your car.”

“Thanks, Nate.”

He claps his hand against the doorframe before disappearing down the hall. I let out a slow breath, trying to get my racing heart rate back down again. I get that Frank and I haven’t exactly been in sync lately but I didn’t think my lack of tangoing in the bedroom was getting to me this badly.

Digging through my bag of new clothes, I set out something comfy and then head to the bathroom. It smells nice in here, despite my jokes.

The water feels incredible when I finally get under it, melting off all the stress of the day. Not to mention getting off all this makeup caked to my face.

By the time I’m done, I feel like a whole new woman ready to face the horrors of having to call my fiancé and let him know I’m considering ending things. There’s no doubt in my mind that my dad’s covered the bases of letting everyone know I’m not coming home right away, but I’m positive that Frank’s going to continue blowing up my phone to get a straight answer.

He’s never been one to just let things go, even when it’s obvious that nothing’s going to come of badgering the other party.

You tried to marry him…

Yeah, and look where that got me.

Stupid as it is, I don’t know if I’d turn back the clock and redo anything. Not because I’d want to put myself through this punishment again, but because in going through all this, I got to meet a man who’s suddenly brought back my spark.

Nate is… wow.

Even if he doesn’t feel it too, we get along like a house on fire. I’m not one to believe in coincidences so him coming into my life the way that he did has to be some kind of sign from the universe.

Getting back to my room, I keep my towel wrapped around my body and start exploring what he’s got in here. There’s not much, but it’s nice to get some kind of look into Nate’s life.

He seems to live simply, kind of how I do. The glitz and the glam isn’t a part of life that I’ve ever gravitated towards. When I first began dating Frank, he’d tried to woo me with fancy dates and the expensive gifts, when in reality, all I really wanted was to spend time with him.

Now I see that all that had been some kind of farce—just a way to lure me in and lock me down while hiding his money troubles.

“Hey, Sam,” echoes Nate’s voice, coming from down the hall. “I patched your car up for now, but there are still a few problems with it. Did you want—”

I spin around, seeing him freeze in my doorway.

Time seems to slow, both of us locked into a staring contest. He breaks first, his eyes glancing down to the towel wrapped around me. It sends a wave of heat between my legs the way his eyes flash with something—hunger? Desire?

Maybe I’m feeling a little too bold, and this is going to bite me in the ass immediately, but I reach up and hook my finger around the knot of the towel next to my armpit.

Nate’s Adam”s apple visibly bobs when the towel drops to the floor, leaving me completely bare to him.

My heart is pounding so hard that I can barely hear my own thoughts. I wait, standing frozen in place, for him to make a move. Any move.

When he finally unglues himself from the doorway, he slowly walks over to me. His eyes are roaming my body, not able to focus on anything specific, while his chest expands rapidly a few times.

He stops right when he reaches me, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

I chance it, taking it as a good sign that he’s feeling exactly what I am, and reach out to grab his wrist. His fingers fan out instantly as I pull him forward to rest it along my ribs, right below my breast.

“God, you are gorgeous,” he breathes out.

I’m so tempted to moan at that. The way he says it—like he wants to get on his knees and worship me.

“Kiss me,” I tell him.

There’s no hesitation in the way he leans forward and devours my lips.

His other arm comes around to hook me from behind, pulling me against his hard body while he reaches up to cup my breast. My nipple tingles against his palm, beading instantly at the stimulation.

This time, I do moan, not being able to contain it any longer.

My wet hair swings against my back while he walks me towards the bed, breaking our kiss only long enough to sweep the things I’ve got covering it onto the floor before laying me down.

Goddamn, that is that hot.

The tent in his pants tells me that he’s fully in like I am. He scoots me back on the bed and lays on top of me, giving me the chance to wrap my legs around his waist and grind our hips together like I’m dying to.

His cock brushes against the inside of my thigh while he moves, teasing me with just how close he gets to where I actually want him to be every time.

I claw at his t-shirt, trying to yank it up and over his head when he pulls his mouth off of mine with a chuckle. “Here, let me help.”

His voice is gruff with want, sending another shock of pleasure between my legs. One little one night stand isn’t going to kill me, and if I get to be pounded into the mattress by this hulk of a man, then I’m all in.

When Nate finally gets his shirt off and tossed, he leans back just enough to start a trail of kisses down my neck and along my collar bone, working his way to my breast. My nails dig into the hard, sculpted muscles of his shoulder blades, vindication at being right about his insane body boosting my ego.

His lips wrap around my nipple while his tongue licks it a few times, causing my whole body to jolt. He chuckles again, tightening his lips to tease me even more. My thighs squeeze around his body while I hold back a needy moan—it’s been so damn long since I’ve been attended to like this that I find myself wanting it all at once.

Sex with Frank had always been a quickie. But here with Nate, even just him playing with my nipple is practically teasing an orgasm from me.

My hole aches to be filled, opening and tightening with each throbbing pulse of my body. It’s too overwhelming to ignore, enough that I force a hand between our bodies to try and relieve myself a little bit.

Nate’s mouth pops off my nipple while he lifts himself up to see what I’m doing. He catches my arm just as I’m about to dip it between my legs. “Feeling neglected?”

I whine at him in response.

Amused, he sets my arm down at my side and replaces it with his own, swirling his fingers around my clit a few times and then pinching it lightly. My body arches up from the bed with my desperation to be filled. Never in my life has my mind been so focused on one thing that it’s gotten to the point of feeling like life or death.

“Ohhh, my god.” I mumble.

Nate lets go of my clit and trails down to my hole, dipping two fingers into it with a groan. “God, you’re fucking wet.”

I squeeze around him, trying to keep him inside me. He lets out another groan and pumps both digits in deeper, curling them slightly with each draw back until I actually explode into an orgasm that steals my breath away.

I cling to him for dear life, my hips twitching with each pulse that wracks through me and my nails digging into whatever skin I can get my hands on. I see that I’ve left little red crescents when I finally come back to myself.

Nate’s staring at me enraptured, his fingers finally slowing.

“No,” I beg. “Keep going.”

This can’t be the end. I’m not ready to give him up yet.

His eyes widen briefly and then he’s moving again. “Anything you want, angel.”

My heart flutters at the pet name. I fucking love that.

“Want you,” I force my mouth to properly form the words. “Please, Nate. Please.”

“You want me to fill up this tight hole?” His fingers spread inside of me and then he’s adding a third that stretches me so, so fucking good. “You’re dripping all over my bed.”

“Need you,” I beg.

“I fucking love the sound of that, angel.” He presses his lips hard against mine, sneaking his tongue past the seam of them and tangling with my own briefly before sitting back up.

I hate the empty feeling that he leaves behind when he pulls his fingers out but that’s quickly replaced when he slides off the bed and sticks them into his mouth to suck the taste of me.

“How is it?” I ask.

He pops them out with a groan. “Fucking delicious.”

I leave my legs spread open for him while he quickly sheds himself of his pants and boots, kicking them off eagerly. The absolute monster cock that pops out is the kind of thing that I secretly fantasized about whenever Frank was fucking me.

Now with it being a true reality staring me in the face, I find myself sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “Come here.”

Nate moves forward, his large hand gripping himself from the base. My lips part instantly, dying to feel how heavy he is on my tongue.

“Fuck,” he whispers and slides himself in.

My lips wrap around him instantly, sucking on the heady taste of him while I run my tongue over his leaking slit. He pumps his hand a few times, his other one coming around to curl at the back of my head and draw himself deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he tells me, shallowly moving his hips to slide in and out.

I’m intoxicated watching his muscles contract each time, imagining him doing the same thing to me as he pounds into my hole. My hand slides between my thighs to ease the tension building there.

“Hey now,” he says, pulling out of my mouth. “I can’t have you getting carried away on me again. I’m already behind by one.”

I’m so fucking gone as I ask, “You wanna come together?”

“Yeah, I fucking do.”

Instantly, I’m turning around and crawling back onto the bed. I face away from him as I prop my hips up and display myself like a cat in heat. Nate lets out a soft curse and grabs my hips, yanking me back over to the side of the bed.

“You’re gonna feel so fucking good,” he’s saying. “I can already tell.”

He plants a foot on the mattress next to my knee, keeping a firm hold on my hip while he lines himself up. I’m too impatient to let him take his time with this, needing it so badly that it feels like I’m drowning.

As soon as he’s got the tip of his cock inside of me, I jam myself back onto him, getting him as deep as I can.

“Fuck…!” His gasp is followed by his other hand smacking against my hip.

My head’s too much of a needy mess to wait for him to adjust before I’m pulling myself forward and slamming back into him, getting him deeper inside of me each time. I don’t care if he comes instantly, I’ll ride him until he’s too soft to feel anything.

“So good.” I fling my hair back over my shoulder, my chest bouncing with my movements. “Oh god.”

My entire body is tingling.

Nate doesn’t let me get too much more into it before he’s grabbing onto the back of my hair and pressing me into the mattress, practically folding me in half. He keeps my ass propped up while he takes over and begins to pound into me at a brutal pace.

I cry out, digging my hands into the duvet cover and hold on for dear life as another orgasm is teasing me over the edge. “Nate.”

“I know, baby. I got you. I’m almost there too.”

He’s so thick that it’s bordering on pain as he buries himself inside of me. But it’s so fucking good I can’t stop. I’m probably going to be sore as hell in the morning, but I don’t give a shit at this point. My mind is too overrun by my hormones and the need for this man to breed me like a fucking animal.

“We’re gonna come together, angel,” he’s saying to me, breathless. “You and me, we’re gonna feel that shit together.”

I can tell he’s struggling to keep it together—nothing like how it’s ever been with Frank. My fiancé loved to make me feel like a sex toy, used for his pleasure and that was it. Sometimes it barely felt like either of us enjoyed it and we were just going through the motions because that’s what couples do.

Nate’s the complete opposite. He’s desperate to have me, like I’m the oasis in an arid desert and it’s the first time he’s seen water in years.

“Yeah, right there,” he whispers, hand tightening in my hair.

“Nate,” I sob.

“Come with me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze me—fuck, just like that, angel.”

My body shakes as I come, stealing the air from my lungs. All I can do is silently beg for mercy while being destroyed by this man that I’ve barely known for a day. Nothing will ever be the same after this, and truthfully, I can’t even bring myself to care.

He shouts as he comes, warmth leaking into me and spilling down my leg with each messy thrust. I collapse onto the bed, accidentally popping him out of me while more shoots out to coat my ass cheek.

“Holy shit,” he says, which I’m in total agreement over.

Because my god was that amazing.

While I catch my breath, I feel Nate move over me and curl an arm under my stomach. He pulls me against his chest while he folds me into a protective hold. My entire body feels light and warm, and for the first time in my whole life, completely satisfied.

He peppers kisses along my shoulder as I fall asleep, whispering compliments just as I drift off.