“That’s better.” I dip my head, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue until it pebbles into a hard peak. With a playful nip, I turn my attention to her other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention.
I stop, search for a condom, and roll it down my shaft. Once I’m ready, I crawl up her body and claim her mouth in a deep, fierce kiss as I position my hard length at her entrance.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, breaking the kiss.
“I have never been more sure of anything in my life,” she says.
I push myself into her inch by inch, stretching her tight entrance.
Fuck. There’s no better feeling in the world than Nat’s tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock. Her walls clench and spasm around me as I thrust in and out of her in a slow rhythm.
Being inside her is nothing short of intoxicating.
We kiss with the same beat as our lovemaking. This kiss is healing. I don’t speak the words, but I feel as she accepts me with all my flaws.
I’m a disaster.
A mess.
I try my best to become a better person, but I always fail.
Yet, she makes me believe that maybe I’m not that broken. And maybe I’m worthy of her heart. By God, I plan to try to do better for her and my son.
We’re both so close. Her body begins to vibrate with liquid fire. I feel her walls spasming as she comes hard. I push into her, as deep as I can go, and come harder than I’ve ever come before in my life.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Nathalie
Deep, dreamy blue eyes stare at me.
Last night wasn’t some intense dream where Fisher bared his soul and let me inside his vulnerable heart. I lift my hand and caress his jaw. This poor man has lived years with a broken heart. His parents slashed him and destroyed him at a young age.
His mother should be in jail for negligence. No wonder he doesn’t let anyone love him. Yet, he’s one of the most loving people in the world. I touch his bruised hand, ensuring the bandages are still in place. I kiss each finger the way I wish I could kiss the wounds of his heart.
“I’m okay,” he says. “Better than ever.”
“Are you?”
He nods. “You didn’t leave me.”
I stretch my neck and press my lips to his. “There are many reasons why I’d leave. Your past isn’t one of them.”
“Do you have any idea how scared I am of hurting Keaghan?”
I nod. “It explains why you watch him like a hawk all the time. Also, your fear the day you met him. Someone just dropped off a baby without warning, and he was suffering. You couldn’t do anything to help him.”
“Thank you for being there for me,” he says with a low voice. “Morning, sunshine.” He presses a kiss on my lips.
“You’re changing the subject.”
“No. I choose to put a pin on that conversation and enjoy my morning. Did you sleep well?”
“Like I haven’t in a long time.” I stretch and the sheet that covers my naked body drops. Fish’s hand reaches out, tracing my hardened nipples.
“Didn’t I tell you that you just needed some exercise?” His sultry voice makes my entire body shiver. I shouldn’t want him again, but I need him inside of me. “I’ll keep you on a workout regimen of twice a night. Once in the afternoon.”
Fish’s hand travels down my torso, pushing its way between my legs. “You’re wet. I think you’re ready for me again.”
I slap him playfully on his arm. “You’re aggravating and insatiable.”
“The word you’re looking for is lovable.” He grabs me by the waist and pulls me close to his naked, taut body. “How about another round before we head to the Aldridge mansion. I bet everyone is home now.”
“Everyone? Yesterday there were like a gazillion people in the main house.”
“Henry, Sophia, and the twins should be landing soon, along with the Aldridge-Sanders clan.”
“Aldridge-Sanders?” I ask to verify. “You know the family?”
“They’re Beacon’s siblings from their…it’s complicated,” he concludes. “Do you know them?”
“I’m familiar with a couple of them.”
Is this why they canceled their annual weekend at the Hamptons?
“Hey, stop worrying about the crowds. I promise to be by your side.” Fish kisses me. “Why don’t we concentrate on ourselves before we pick up our baby? I enjoyed sleeping all through the night, but I miss him. Don’t you?”
Our baby.
I wish that were true, that he was mine. I love Keaghan so much, but I don’t know what will happen a few months from now. I still feel like I’m in some kind of dream and afraid that I’ll wake up and the two of them won’t be a part of my life.
“Whatever is going on in that head of yours, let it go, please.”
“I don’t want to lose this.” I press my lips together as I realize the words that come out of my mouth. I don’t usually tell people how I feel.
Never in a lifetime would I tell a man my fears. There’s something about Fisher that makes me talk freely. There are no inhibitions. I like who I’m becoming now that I’m away from my family and close to someone who doesn’t judge me all the time. He encourages me.
“No more overthinking shit. You won’t lose me, I promise.”
He flips me on my back, pushes my knees apart, and climbs on top of me. “You know what I like about this new arrangement?”
“We have an arrangement?” Is he talking about us not using protection? Last night, as we were about to make love for the third time, the condom broke. He assured me he was clean. I told him I had an IUD and was also clean.
“I think we agreed last night that I can make love to you whenever I want,” he says with a sly smile.
“Did we now?”
“Unless you don’t want to, of course.”
I push my hips up, meeting his hardness. “I might be able to be convinced.”
“Can you now?” He pushes his length deep inside me, capturing my mouth and kissing me passionately as he thrusts in and out of me.
I’ve never felt this alive in my entire life. It’s like being in the middle of a storm, dancing, waiting on the other side of the rainbow.
And even when I’m trying not to think about the future, I’m afraid about the end of us. What will happen when he has to go back to his life?
Chapter Thirty-Three
Nathalie
“I had no idea there was such a thing as a Unicorn Festival.” There were vendors selling everything unicorn. Not only pens, stickers, and stuffed animals. They had microwaves, toasters, and even a sex toy.
Fisher bought me one, for those times when he has to travel.
“I’m not going to wear the unicorn hat,” he warns me.
I could tell him that I wouldn’t be using the toy, but that’d be a lie. Plus, his friends are around. I don’t want them to learn about my new gadget. Not that they don’t know it exists. Beacon made a big deal out of it and even bought one for his oldest brother, Henry. Everyone in town witnessed it. Grace said something about a picture of Henry and his new vibe making its way on social media.