I waste no time doing what he says. When he doesn’t touch me for a few moments, I get self-conscious about the angle I’m in. I start to turn over when Nate presses a hand tomy back, holding me in place. “Just enjoying the view for a moment. Don’t be so impatient.”
A huff of frustration leaves me. “You said you didn’t have very much time.”
I hear the smile in his voice when he says, “I said I didn’t have much time, not no time. So how about you let me worry about that, and you just enjoy what I’m about to do to you.”
“Fine.” I pout as I settle back into his requested position.
Electricity jolts as his fingers run under the seam of my panties before they brush over my clit. A loud moan escapes my throat as two fingers slip inside me.
“You tell me immediately if you don’t like anything, got it, Olive?”
A small amount of anxiety fills me at his words.What’s he going to do to me?My fists grab handfuls of the comforter. “I’ll tell you.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs as he pumps his fingers in and out. I mewl in pleasure until a loud smack resounds through the room. Pain and pleasure detonate in my system as his palm connects with my ass. “You okay?”
I assess how I’m feeling, and I know I want more. I answer with a breathy, “Yes.”
Nate growls behind me as he pulls my panties down so they’re around my knees. I hold my breath, anticipating what he’s going to do. When the next smack comes, I cry out. My muscles contract right as his fingers leave me, and something much bigger takes their place.
“Yes, Nate,” I call out, pushing back to meet his thrusts. I get three more spanks before Nate reaches around and pinches my clit. There’s no way the people in the rooms next to us don’t hear the sounds I make. I feel lightheaded fromthe force of my orgasm as Nate continues to pump inside of me.
“Olive, you’re so fucking sexy when you come. I’m in shock at how lucky I am to get to experience it with my cock buried deep inside of you.”
I have no idea how a man can sound so sweet while talking about the filthiest things. He groans one last time as I feel him pulse inside of me. His hips slow as he carefully massages the globes of my ass. Pulling out of me with a grunt, he runs his fingers over the sensitive skin between my legs. “So beautiful,” he mumbles, almost to himself, before shimmying my panties up and flipping me onto my back.
A startled yelp releases as my back hits the bed. He bends over and cages me with his hands on either side of me. Reaching up, I cup his cheeks, brushing my thumbs over his cheekbones. “Please be careful tonight.”
He wears a cocky smirk as he bends down to kiss me as passionately as he just had sex with me. I’m breathless and wanting another round by the time he pulls back, puts his clothes on, and leaves me practically naked and very much aroused.
After Nate leaves,I take a relaxing hot shower that lasts way too long but feels fantastic. I pull on the fluffy hotel robe, curling up in bed and turning on the TV. With Nate at the show and Cade out at some club, that I have no interest in going to, it looks like it’ll be a chill night in the hotel room for me, with a dinner consisting of one of the bags of chips I stole from the plane. And Nate bought me some candy from a shop on the boardwalk. Since we ate lunch, got a snack, and ate ice cream earlier, I probably won’t be hungry, butI’m glad I have at least those to hold me over if needed. I don’t get paid for another week and a half.
At least Cade knows about how tight money is right now, but with Nate, I feel so guilty about letting him pay for everything. But every time I try to refuse whatever he suggests, he tells me I don’t have an option and pays for both of us. I hope he doesn’t feel like I’m taking advantage of him. I also hate not being honest with him, but it seems like a lot to say,“Well, as you know, my brother is in rehab, and also, I’m paying off some drug dealer for reasons I haven’t been told, so I’m broke on top of that.”
Telling him about Benny didn’t cause him to run as fast as he can away from me, but the rest…no sane man would stick around. It’s for the best that I keep that little part to myself.
I’m three episodes into some cooking show when my phone vibrates. Hoping it’s Nate, I scoop it off the bed.
But my stomach drops instead.
Marcus: My boss went to see Benny today.
This man, who’s probably an awful man, went to see Benny.
Me: Please tell me he isn’t going to hurt him. I made a payment.
Marcus: I know. But my boss says he wants another payment. And he wants it to be double what you gave the first time.
Double? Where in the hell am I going to get $14,000?
Me: You have got to be kidding. I don’t have $14k just lying around.
Marcus: Oli, you have got to figure something out. This isn’t someone you want to fuck with.
Me: Marcus. Please. Can you please talk to your boss?
Marcus: I tried. I promise I tried to talk to him. But he’s pissed. And I think whoever his boss is breathing down his neck.
My breaths are coming in short pants as I sit upright. I feel sweat starting to line my back. This cannot be real life.
