15. Nate

FIFTEEN

NATE

S urprising the shit out of me, Tabby licked me right back. Marked her territory. Mine. Hers .

Sure, my love language was words of affirmation, but this playful little exchange was good enough for now.

Still reveling in one of her rare smiles, I removed the showerhead from the mount and made sure the water was a good temperature before soaking her body. Using her shampoo and conditioner from her gigantic bottles, I took care of her hair, making sure to work my fingers over her scalp and comb out the tangles, and then—because it smelled better than my own stuff—I washed and conditioned my hair with it too. Why would I want to smell like a pine forest when I could smell like Tabitha?

Next, I moved on to her body wash that was deep moisturizing, according to the label, and I could attest to that truth. I squirted some onto her loofah and scrubbed her from top to bottom, front and back, with a few added tugs on her nipples. I traced the dark pink lines on the sides of her breasts. They were growing bigger, and I’d witnessed her wincing a time or two when she didn’t think anyone would notice, so I knew their size was starting to bother her.

But I fucking loved them.

I weighed them in my hands, lowering my head to drag my tongue over the dark areolas. She groaned and curled her fingers into my hair, holding me to her. I gently leaned her back, pressing her against the wall, all the while gliding my hands up and down her sides, sucking on her nipples.

She moaned my name, and hearing that made my dick weep. It was already straining up, heavy and hard and almost in pain. I was tempted to carry her out of here, but I stuck with my original plan.

I nipped her ear. “Now, turn around. Hands on the wall.”

She arched her brow as if she wouldn’t follow my order, but she eventually gave in, spinning around to offer me all her naked splendor. I palmed the globes of her ass before trailing my hands up her back to massage her shoulders and upper arms, making sure she flattened her hands to the wall. I had no-slip strips on the floor, but I didn’t want her falling over. I knew she wouldn’t like me pointing it out, but homegirl wasn’t as agile as she used to be with her growing belly, and she sometimes lost her balance at work.

I couldn’t risk an episode of her falling for what I had planned. The shower wasn’t big enough for sex, but it was plenty big for some fun. I placed my hand on her lower belly, cupping the bump, silently apologizing to Frogger for how hard I was about to fuck their mother, then slid my palm down, pushing her hips back against mine, my cock cradled in the seam of her ass.

So fucking perfect.

Keeping her in that position, I reached behind me for the showerhead and changed the spray setting to pulse then let it rain down over her neck and chest, aiming it at both of her nipples until she squirmed. Only then did I lower it between her legs, making sure it hit her clit as I sucked on her shoulder, holding her steady.

“Feel good?” I asked, scraping her wet skin with my teeth, and she nodded, but I wanted her words. Keeping the showerhead in position, I skated my other hand backward, dragging my fingers around her hip and thigh to sink into her pussy from between her legs. She was tight and hot—and already close to coming, according to her gasped breaths and stuttered words.

“S-s-so good,” she panted, rolling her hips back into me, and I had to clench my ass tight to keep from giving in to my need to let go and thrust up into her like an animal.

“God, yes,” she moaned, her voice reverberating in the small stall. “Nate, yes.”

“Come on, princess,” I murmured, feeling her inner walls clamp around my fingers, pulling me in, and thank fuck it wasn’t long until she fell over the edge.

Giving in to the temptation to taste her sticky sweetness, I stuck them in my mouth while she caught her breath, still rocking her hips into the shower spray. “Mmm, you ready, Tab?” I sank my fingers back into her, and she trembled. “Yeah, you are.”

Still needing to know what she liked, I slid my hand back, my middle finger coated in her juices, and circled her asshole. “What about here? You ready?”

She turned over her shoulder, hands remaining in place on the wall. Such a good princess. “Only fingers.”

I nodded and squeezed her hip. “I’ll get a towel for you.”

After turning off the water and putting the showerhead back in its place, I stepped out to grab a new towel from the small linen closet and wrapped it around my waist, then took another to wrap around her shoulders before lifting her up. She screeched in surprise, flailing her feet, hands scrabbling to my neck.

“I’m carrying you ten feet to the bed. Calm down, woman.”

“You could have warned me.”

“Warning,” I droned then dropped her on the bed. She bounced on her butt, her glare slipping to a sultry smile as her gaze dipped below my face, settling somewhere around my waist.

“You can’t wait, can you?” I untucked the towel and tossed it to the floor then tugged on the end of the comforter, pulling it off the corner of the bed. “Towel off and scoot over here.”

When she moved over, I pulled the blanket the rest of the way off, leaving only the fitted sheet. Tabby lay on her back, propped up on her elbows, the towel open, her feet up on the edge of the mattress. Her pose wanton, her eyes on fire.

I bent to kiss and lick my way down her throat, cupping her tits in my hands. She arched into me so shamelessly, I couldn’t help but sink to my knees. My princess wanted to be worshiped. Who was I to deny her?

I wrapped my hand around her hips and buried my face in her sweet pussy. Her skin was still damp from the shower, but the pink flesh between her legs was soaked , and I lapped up all her deliciousness as I ran my fingers over her legs and belly. She writhed around, already so keyed up, her clit practically a live wire. Anytime I sucked on it, her back bowed as she let out a high-pitched keening sound. Like she was being tortured.

I fucking loved it.

“Oh, please, please,” she begged, her fingers fisted in the sheet, yanking it off the corner of the bed, and Tabitha unleashed was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. “Oh, fuck me, fuck, fuck…”

I refused to close my eyes to her thrashing, but I couldn’t hold on to her anymore. Not with how much my cock throbbed. I gripped it roughly, squeezing the hell out of it for some kind of relief as I slipped two fingers inside her. She was scorching hot and dripping wet, and I couldn’t wait to get inside her.

I found her swollen spot, relentless in my pursuit of her orgasm, until finally, she crashed with broken, mewling sounds. I stood, watching as she licked her lips over and over, her chest rising and falling with each of her rapid breaths. But I wasn’t near done with her yet.

“Flip over,” I said, tapping her hip, but she didn’t move. Only shook her head.

“I’m too tired.”

I grunted a laugh and not so delicately rolled her to her side, smacked her ass, then pushed her the rest of the way, positioning her knees where I wanted them, wide enough to accommodate her stomach in between her thighs as I softly curled my hand around her neck, holding her down. She laid her cheek on the mattress, her face flushed, bottom lip between her teeth, spent but still so needy.

“I had a physical a few months ago and was tested,” I told her. I’d never had sex without a condom, very carefully avoiding accidental pregnancy and maintaining my health, but I didn’t have to worry about that since Tabby was healthy and already pregnant. I was going to fuck her bare.

As long as she permitted it.

“I have condoms,” I said, “but if it’s okay with you?—”

“It’s okay with me,” she interjected, stretching her arms up, rocking her hips side to side like a cat getting comfortable.

I drew my forearm across my face, wiping off my beard, wet from the shower and her orgasm, before speaking right against her ear. “Then I’m gonna fuck you now, Tabby cat. You don’t have to do anything besides take it.”

I kneeled on the bed behind her and smoothed my hands up and down her ass, spreading her cheeks, showing me everything. With my hand on the base of my cock, I lined up at her entrance and plunged inside, hissing at the immediate clench.

Heaven.

Tabby lifted her head and arched her hips up even higher, moaning in pleasure.

Trying to kill me.

Murder by her perfect pussy.

I ground my molars, heat rising in my veins, vision going hazy, overwhelmed by the smell of her shampoo and soap mingling with her natural musk.

“I’m close,” she groaned, her muscles tense under my fingers. “Oh, fuck me, I’m close.”

Fuck her, I did, my balls so heavy they hit her clit with every thrust. “Take it,” I grated, jaw tight, every exhale growing louder and louder, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Wreck you.”

I licked my thumb and rubbed it over the tight hole of her ass, sinking the tip in, and she tossed her head back, crying out. Yeah, I wanted to wreck her.

Because she’d already wrecked me.

Ruined me completely.

She began to chant her nonsense words, and I drove into her again and again, not letting up with my cock or my thumb, riding her through her orgasm and straight into mine.

I rocked into her one last time, pouring myself into her until I was empty and slumping. Tabby’s eyes were closed, her wet hair a mess, though she kept her ass in the air, and I kissed her shoulder as I pulled out, tenderly skimming my hands up and down her back. “You okay?”

She nodded. “You killed me, I think.”

“You’re still talking.”

“That’s my ghost.”

I rested my hands on my hips, breathing deeply. Congratulating my inner beast.

I stepped away from the bed, bending to snatch up my towel from the floor, but with Tab still in that same position, I had a clear view of my come leaking out of her.

And the beast roared to life.

I skated my fingers up her inner thigh, ignoring her shudder, and gathered the cream—mostly mine, but probably a bit of hers too—and shoved it back into her. It overflowed around my fingers, exiting back out, but I couldn’t stop, some animal instinct alive and well inside me.

Requiring my seed in my woman.

Demanding to claim her.

In the oldest, most basic way possible.

She peered over her shoulder at me, her eyes soft, mouth parted like she wanted to say something but never did.

She let me continue for another few seconds, feeding my come back into her before I finally stopped and forced myself to back away. I cleaned off my hand with my towel then ran it over my face and wiped Tabby down as well. I let her have it as she stood, pushing up on her toes so our noses touched.

A reminder that she was mine.

“I—”

I cut myself off, barely refraining from confessing that I loved her, realizing almost too late that it would freak her out.

I couldn’t tell her yet. I’d just gotten her, and for as much as I pushed her limits, I feared that one.

She had already given so much to me this morning, letting me in on her past; I didn’t want to force her into something she wasn’t ready for. To receive or give.

“I’m going to change the sheets. If you want to leave all the towels in the bathroom, I’ll take them down to do laundry.”

She nodded and kissed me tenderly before heading to the bathroom to clean up and dress, leaving me to sink down to the bed and take stock of my life.

Tabby had knocked me out and built me back up in a matter of weeks. I was ruined.

Because I didn’t live for what I wanted anymore. It was all about what she wanted.

I lived for her and this baby.