I need her. More than just sexually.
But also, sexually.
17
Olive
Icannot believe I’m here with Nate. Not that I’ve been with a lot of men, but I’ve never felt like this before. The attention he’s giving me, the way he makes me feel... It causes emotion to catch in my chest.
I can’t cry in the middle of sex—at least not the first time.
My eyes find his face, which I immediately regret. It definitely doesn’t help me tamp down the emotion building inside me.
There’s arousal evident in his features, but there’s something else… It’s an emotion I can’t even define. It seems more than just simple happiness. Whatever it is, I find it hard to believe that I would be the one who put that expression on his face.
Nate’s body weight settling on top of me pulls me back to the moment. A whimper escapes my throat as his tongue drags up my neck, settling right below my ear. “Baby, staywith me. There’s only one thing you need to think about right now, and that’s how fucking amazing this is between us.”
A sharp bite to my earlobe has me moaning his name.
“Fuck yes, I love hearing my name on your sweet lips.” Nate kisses me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine as he slows his hips. I moan into his mouth as he presses into my core, the pressure on my clit almost too much.
I reach down and grip his waist, keeping him where I need him as I move my hips to meet his. “Nate, I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
“Yes, baby. Take what you need. I want you to come while I’m so fucking deep inside of you.” His answering groan to my movement turns me on even more.
He presses in harder, and with only a few more circles of my hips, my muscles contract around him. The noise that leaves my mouth matches the intensity of my orgasm. Nate growls above as he pumps into me a few more times before letting out a low groan as he follows me over the edge.
As our movements slow, I whisper, “Holy shit.”
Nate hovers over me as he catches his breath. Lifting his head, his gaze meets mine, and he lets out a small laugh. “My thoughts exactly.”
His lips take mine in a deep, soul-wrenching kiss as he rolls his pelvis against my overly sensitive clit. I moan softly as our kiss slows, and he kisses me one more time before slowly pulling out of me. My eyes trace his body when he heads to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.
I didn’t get a chance to admire him when we first got to his room. He isn’t crazy muscular like Ian, but every muscle is well-defined, and it’s clear that he works out regularly. I smile when I take in his tousled hair. He has this perfect balance of boyish charm and strong masculinity. It almostmakes me forget about why this would never work between us. Or maybe why I’m too scared to give us a chance. Despite always thinking I was so strong, I’m beginning to doubt that. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to heal from the heartbreak of losing Nate while also trying to be there for my brother. I can’t afford to be weak when my brother depends on me so much. It’s not fair to him for me to be selfish about something I’m not sure will last.
Almost.
Sadness makes my skin crawl when I think about what I wish could be our reality. Maybe if my brother was more stable, things would be different. But that isn’t the case.
I push myself up to sitting. As sad as it makes me, I know it’s time to get my clothes on and head back to my room. My feet hit the floor, just as Nate’s deep voice has my head popping up. He stalks toward me, naked. “Why the hell are you getting out of bed?”
I give him a questioning look while gesturing to my clothes strewn across the floor. “I was going to go to my room.”
His face falls. “You can’t leave.” Flipping the covers back, he plops on the bed behind me. His strong arms encircle my waist, and he pulls me back onto the bed before covering us with the blanket. I let him settle me into his side as his arm wraps around my shoulders, and I relax my head on his chest. “See? Isn’t cuddling better than you leaving?”
My finger toys with his chest hair as so many emotions fill me. Anxiety and dread linger, but I can’t deny the bliss I feel with his skin, soft and warm, against mine. I admit quietly, “Yeah, you’re right. This is better.”
Nate places a sweet kiss on the top of my head and teases, “I’m glad we’re establishing early in our relationship that I’m right most of the time.”
My body tenses at his choice of the wordrelationship.
Seeming to understand my internal freakout, his low laugh vibrates below me as his arm tightens around me.
I don’t want to admit it, but I would be disappointed if I left him and returned to my room alone. Being near him is comforting. Calming. Peaceful. Even if this is all I ever get, I want to soak it up for as long as possible.
I force my muscles to relax, and Nate makes a pleased hum as I snuggle deeper into his side. The rhythmic motion of his chest rising and falling and the soft scrape of his fingers on my shoulder have my eyes slowly drifting closed.
Lips and teethteasing my neck wake me up. I blink my eyes open a few times as a warm, hard body moves behind my back. When I wiggle my hips, I’m met by a groan. Nate’s hardness presses into my ass. Despite just waking up, I’m already incredibly turned on.
