Chapter 29

Chapter Twenty-Nine

H ave you ever woken up and still been in a dream?

That’s my life every day I wake up next to Nathan. I still haven’t officially moved in with him, but most of my clothes have managed to find their way into his closet. My makeup is scattered across his bathroom counter every morning. It’s been four weeks since the chaos of our lives settled down. There are no pending lawsuits against either of us. Mark Kemp was arrested for the murder of my father two weeks ago and is currently sporting a green tracksuit behind bars. Right where he belongs. I know there’s still the matter of the trial and everything that my family and I will have to live through.

But, for now, everything is perfect.

My fingertips trail across the hard ridges of Nathan’s chest and abs. I really can never get enough of touching him. Nathan’s hand grips mine. “If you want to run your hand up and down something, you can run it up and down this,” he says, lowering my palm to his cock.

I fist the base. He does not have to ask me twice to touch it. If I’m honest with myself, I’m a little obsessed with the damn thing. After months of having it, I still want more. All. The. Time. My hand slides up and down. He’s already hard but that’s not surprising. He’s always hard.

“I really like your cock,” I tell him, rolling over his body so I’m straddling his waist.

“He really likes you too, baby girl.” Nathan grins.

I position his cock at the entrance of my pussy. I’m wet. I’ve been lying awake for a while, replaying the events of last night. Every time with Nathan is like a new adventure. I sink myself down onto him slowly, his cock stretching the walls of my pussy. “Mmm, always feels so good,” I moan as I impale myself on him.

Nathan’s hands land on my hips; his fingers dig into the already bruised flesh. “So fucking good. Ride me, Bentley. Use me to get yourself off,” he says.

I circle my hips and grind against him. I lean forward, my hands land on his chest, and I rise up before slamming back down. I repeat the motion, increasing the speed. My fingernails claw into his skin, and a light sweat coats my body as sensations overtake me.

“That’s it. Milk me. Fuck! I can feel your pussy convulsing around my cock. It’s. So. Fucking. Good.” Nathan’s hips piston up into me as he holds my body still.

I feel the warmth of his seed coat the walls of my pussy before his body relaxes. My own body drapes over his as I catch my breath. “I hope we always have sex in the mornings,” I mumble out.

“Always,” Nathan says.

“Where are you going? This isn’t the way to the office?” I ask Nathan as he turns in the opposite direction, away from our usual route.

“I have something to show you.”

“What?” I ask.

“You’ll see.” He looks over at me with a little trepidation in his gaze.

Is he nervous? That’s odd.

Fifteen minutes later, we’re pulling into a driveway of a really big, really nice house in Toorak. “Who lives here?” I ask Nathan.

“Come on.” He evades my question, getting out of the car instead. He’s around my side before I have time to open my door myself. I swear he walks extra quick to beat me to it.

“Thank you,” I say, taking his hand as he pulls me from my seat. I look up at the house, my hand shielding my eyes from the sun. “It’s really pretty,” I say.

“I’m glad you like it. It’s yours,” Nathan tells me with a shrug.

“What?”

“I bought it. For you. For us.”

“You bought a house?”

“Yes. Come on. Let me show you.” He tugs on my hand but my feet stay firmly planted to the ground.

“Nathan, you can’t just go around buying houses like this,” I tell him.

“Pretty sure I can, because I did,” he counters.

“Why?”

“Because you said you wanted a house, you wanted the suburbs. And I want you, so I bought the house for us to live in. For us to grow old in.”

The way he says it like he’s not insane at all is almost comical. I’m in shock. “You bought us a house,” I say out loud, my eyes glued to the property in question.

“I did.”

I blink away the tears from my eyes. I know I just said he was insane, but this gesture is… well, I don’t even have a word for what it is. Perfect. Everything. “It’s beautiful,” I whisper.

If I could have plucked a house out of a magazine, this would be it. It’s two storeys, with white siding and pale-pink shutters. There’re even flower beds under the windows. It’s like a real-life dollhouse. It’s so perfect.

Then I’m swept off my feet. Literally, my feet leave the ground as Nathan picks me up bridal-style. “Oh my god, what are you doing?” I ask him as he takes large strides towards the front porch.

“I’m carrying you over the threshold.” He smiles down at me.

“I’m pretty sure that’s what you do after you get married.”

“Well, I’ll do it again then too.” He shifts my weight into one of his arms, as he digs into his pockets before pulling out the keys.

“Need me to hop down so you can open the door first?” I offer.

“Nope.” He struggles getting the key into the lock. After a few misses, he finally gets the door open. Kicking it wider with his foot, he carries me through the door and puts my feet down on the floor.

I spin around in a circle, a huge smile on my face. “This is yours?” I ask him, still in shock.

“It’s ours ,” he says. “You are moving in with me here, Bentley,” he adds more firmly.

“I love it.” I squeal and jump into his arms. My lips crashing onto his.

Nathan takes over the kiss. His tongue delves into mine. I hear the front door slam shut and then I’m being picked up and carried over to the stairs. “I’m glad you like it,” he says, breaking the kiss. “Come on, let me give you the tour.”

I follow him from room to room, as I envision us living here, us filling this big house with a little family. I can’t wipe the smile from my face. “It’s perfect. What made you choose this one?” I ask him.

“Every room I saw, I wanted to fuck you in it,” he says.

“Romantic.” I smirk.

“I thought so.” He shrugs.

“So which room are we starting with?” I ask him, and before I can brace for it, I’m swept off my feet again.

“The kitchen.”

“Why the kitchen?” I raise a brow in question.

“You’re my favourite fucking meal, so it makes sense to have you in the kitchen.”