Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Seven

N athan’s invitation for Xavier to join us on this little impromptu trip to the Gold Coast—which the latter had organised, mind you—has turned into an all-in trip. Everyone is here: Xavier and Shardonnay, Alistair, and Lucy.

Xavier’s little sister Lucy also happens to be best friends with Shardonnay. I’m happy they’re here. I get along well with both of them. As much as I’d love to be on this plane alone with Nathan right now, because I just know he would have given me a ticket to the mile high club if we were, I’m also happy to have some girlfriends around.

I spent so much of my time at school studying and worrying about grades that I didn’t make any real connections with other girls. Jules was my only friend, which is kind of sad, but also she’s freaking awesome so I don’t mind.

We’ve just landed on a private airfield on the Gold Coast, one I’ve been to before with my parents. Back when I was a one-percenter like the Christiansons. I don’t think I miss the luxuries though. I did for a while when everything was first taken away. But I grew to not need materialistic things.

“You okay?” Nathan asks me, his hand gripping mine and holding me back from climbing into the limo with everyone else.

“I’m good. Are you?” I counter.

“I get to look at you in a bikini all weekend. What could be better?” He grins.

“You could be looking at me naked all weekend?” I fire back.

“That would be better,” he grunts.

“Come on, lovebirds, the sun’s going down and there’s an ocean calling my name,” Lucy yells out.

We slide in and the limo takes off. Shardonnay hands me a glass of champagne, which I gladly accept and clink against hers and Lucy’s.

“To a weekend of sun, champagne, and orgasms.” Lucy laughs.

I take a sip of the sweet, bubbly liquid. It’s heaven, the coolness exactly what I need to combat the Queensland heat. I thought it was hot in Melbourne, but the southern state has nothing on this northern one.

“Lucy Christianson, I do not need or want to hear any more talk of orgasms out of your mouth,” Nathan scolds her.

“But you like orgasms.” I smile at him innocently while the rest of the car bursts into laughter.

“I like watching you orgasm. Lucy does not do those things. She’s far too young,” he says.

“She’s only two years younger than I am, and I was having orgasms two years ago.” I shrug. The growl that emanates from Nathan sends shivers down my spine.

“You know what? I’m with Nathan on this one. Lucy does not have boyfriends,” Xavier adds.

“No, she just has extremely hot, seriously obsessed stalkers.” Shardonnay laughs.

“What?” all three men say at once.

“Never mind. Here’s to a great weekend.” Lucy holds up her glass, while Shardonnay and I clink ours with hers again.

I’m watching Lucy dive under the waves and disappear before she comes back up for air. There’s a nice, cool breeze blowing and alleviating the sticky, humid heat. I left Nathan up in the house with Xavier, Shardonnay, and Alistair. And just like the ocean water repeatedly crashing on the sand, events of today crash on repeat through my mind.

My father was murdered. He didn’t leave me. He wasn’t weak.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” I whisper as I squint up at the sky. I’m sorry that I doubted him. I’m sorry that I didn’t fight for him harder—not that there was much I could do at sixteen. And I’m sorry for all of the years I wasted resenting him for a decision he didn’t even make.

I don’t need to look to know that he’s just sat behind me, his legs stretching out on each side of mine. I lean back into the solid chest and breathe in the scent that is uniquely Nathan. Cinnamon and cedar.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” I tell him.

“It was Xavier who brought you, but I’ll take the credit, baby girl.” His lips press against the top of my head. “How are you feeling about everything? It was a big day.”

“I’m ashamed I spent so many years angry at my father for something he didn’t do. I’m scared of how I’m going to bring this up to Mum. It’ll reopen wounds that haven’t even healed yet. For Jules too.”

“I’ll be with you. You don’t have to do this alone,” he says.

“Thank you.”

We sit in silence, watching Lucy in the water for a while. “Where is she going?” Nathan asks when she storms up to a silhouette a little way down the beach.

“Who knows?” I shrug.

Nathan’s body stiffens when Lucy reaches the figure, only to trek farther along the shoreline with the mystery man. “Shit, I should go and stop her.”

“She’s an adult, Nathan. Leave her alone.”

“She’s a kid. And she’s like my little sister. I’m not about to let her just walk off into the sunset with a fucking McKinley,” he says and stands.

“How did you know who that was?” I ask him.

“I can recognize that arrogant McKinley stance from a mile away. That family is fucking crazy and Lucy does not need to be getting mixed up with them.”

“Lucy is a big girl, and if you go chase her down, the only thing you’re going to do is push her towards him more. Don’t you know anything? Girls always want the bad boys they’re not supposed to have,” I tell him. I can see the wheels turning in his head. He knows I’m right; he just doesn’t want me to be right.

“Are you telling me you want a bad boy, Bentley? Someone you shouldn’t have?”

“I’m dating my boss, Nathan. It doesn’t get much more wrong than that.” I laugh.

He reaches out, taking hold of my hands, and pulls me to my feet. “You’re about to see just how good wrong feels,” he says, tugging me towards the house.

I follow Nathan inside, through to the bedroom we’ve occupied for the weekend. He leads me straight into the bathroom. I stand there silent, anticipation rolling through me. Because I know, whatever we’re about to do, it involves more than showering.

As soon as Nathan is satisfied with the temperature of the water, he turns to me. “Why aren’t you naked yet?” he asks.

“Ahh…” I have no idea how to answer that.

When he raises one eyebrow, I find my hands immediately reach up and pull on the string of my bikini top. The material flutters to the floor as I unbutton my denim cut-off shorts, pulling the zip down slowly, then slide the shorts and my bikini bottoms down my legs at once.

Straightening up, I kick my pile of clothes to the side. “Your turn,” I tell him.

Nathan’s lips tip up in one corner as he reaches behind his back and yanks his shirt over his head, then quickly removes his shorts. His hard cock springs free, pointing right at me. My mouth salivates. I want it. I want it so damn much. My hands land on Nathan’s chest, and I push him backwards into the shower. Dropping to my knees, I grasp his shaft, sliding my hand up and down his length, before I bend forward. My tongue delves out and licks the precum from the tip.

“Oh fuck, baby girl. I want your fucking mouth wrapped around my cock. Now. Don’t fucking tease me,” Nathan growls. His hand grips my chin, holding my face still as he positions his cock on the seam of my lips.

“I want you to use me, Nathan. I want you to take what you want,” I tell him.

Nathan’s eyes glaze over as he nods slightly and pushes his cock passed my parted lips. He slowly thrusts forward as I close my lips around him and hollow out my cheeks. “Fuck, you feel good. So fucking good,” he says.

Flattening out my tongue, I suck harder, wanting to please him. Wanting to be everything he needs. When Nathan pulls out and then thrusts in, he hits the back of my throat. I try to relax my muscles. It doesn’t help much, and I end up gagging before he pulls out a little. He repeats the process, over and over.

I suck, lick, and suck. Savouring the feel of him in my mouth. The hard tiles dig into my knees but I don’t care. I push my discomfort aside because when Nathan growls and grunts, I feel like I’m on top of the freaking world. My chest fills with something… Pride? Excitement? I’m not sure, but I double down on my efforts. One of my hands cups his balls, massaging them.

“Swallow it all,” Nathan warns right before my mouth fills with his cum.

I manage to take most of it, only allowing a little bit to spill out of the corner of my mouth. Releasing his cock, I use my index finger to scoop up the spilt cum from my chin and lick it clean. I don’t want to waste anything that he’s giving me.

“Fuck me.” Nathan reaches down and pulls me to my feet. His lips slam onto mine as he pushes my back against the tiles. “I fucking love you,” he growls, briefly breaking the kiss before he dives back in. His tongue duels with mine. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him as close to me as he can get. Nathan’s hand finds my core, and his fingers thrust into my wet pussy. “I want you to come. You’re always meant to come first, Bentley,” he grunts, as his lips move along my neck before he bites down on the tender skin right near my ear.

“Oh god.” My legs buckle.

Nathan’s fingers piston in and out of me. There’s no gentleness to his movements at all. It’s hard, fast, rough. And I freaking love it.

“Are you going to come for me, baby girl? Are you going to give me what I want?” he asks. His lips continue lower, locking on to one of my nipples. His tongue swirls around it before his teeth clamp down.

“Shit!” My body quakes, as pure bliss streams through me, and my head leans back, hitting the tiled wall.

“So fucking beautiful.” Nathan releases my nipple, his eyes catching mine. There’s so much love in their depths I nearly drown.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the feeling of being adored, treasured, and wanted. Having Nathan Miller’s undivided devotion is something else. The man could literally pluck any girl out of a crowd, and he chose me.