“Just fucking delicious.” My cheeks heat up because I know damn well he isn’t talking about the food, at least not entirely.
I sit for a moment, unsure what to do or what Nathan wants from me, before he chimes in and lets me know.
“It is delicious,” he says to Des before turning his attention to me. “You should eat before it gets cold.”
“Okay,” I mumble, mindlessly shoving food in my mouth.
“Slow down.” Nathan’s hand grips my hip, centering me, and I let out a long breath before I nod and try again.
I reach for the slice of pizza and savor the rich sauce and fresh ricotta, which might just be my new favorite pizza topping.
“So what’s the meeting for?” Des asks after a few tense minutes of silence while we all eat, and I almost choke on my bite of some kind of noodle; I think he called it carbonara.
Nathan takes a second to respond, and for a moment I think he won’t.
I swallow down the pasta and gulp down some of my water before he grabs my hips and yanks me back, pressing him impossibly deeper, his piercing making me momentarily see stars.
“It’s come to my attention that we’re not all on the same page.”
I breathe through the sensation of him inside of me and try to focus. It’s unfair that he can be so unfazed by this when it’s taking so much for me to even think past the feel of his cock filling me.
“And while it’s not required, some of you have been skirting around feelings, and the only way we can move forward as a family is for us to figure out where we stand.”
“Or sit, if you're Kat.” I whip my head toward Alex, eyes wide because there’s no way to miss what he was just implying.
“I’ve got a lap you can come keep warm if you get bored with his.” He sits back, rubbing a hand over his very obvious erection.
Nathan huffs but doesn’t take the bait from his jab, instead turning his attention back to the rest of the table.
“Neither you nor Desmond was part of the question in this.”
“So, while you figure it out with dumb and dumber, let me have a turn. Share, brother.” His voice is low and gravelly, nearly a growl as his eyes rake over me, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, and I feel my skin flush.
Nathan wraps an arm around my waist and holds me to his chest as he pushes to stand. His other arm sweeps out in front of me, pushing our dishes to the floor in one swipe, and they fall tothe floor, shattering and bouncing and no doubt making a huge mess. I only have a moment to think about it, though, before he steps forward, pressing me to the table and making everyone in the room very aware of how we spent this meal.
It should embarrass me, and in some ways it does, but there’s more than that. I feel their gazes on me, and I can’t stop the need to squirm. Sitting with Nathan’s cock inside of me for the whole meal had been hard, literally, but now it’s almost torturous that he isn’t moving.
“Aw, Kitten, what’s wrong?” Des asks, folding his arms and resting his head on top of them so that they were nearly eye to eye. “Is he teasing you?”
The only sound that leaves my lips is a little whine, even though I’d fully intended to say words.
Though which words, I’m not exactly sure.
“So, our family meeting today is not to discuss so much as decide how we would like to handle our relationship moving forward.”
“Nathan,” I manage to hiss, attempting to push up from the table but not going far. I look back over my shoulder at him and find him watching me, his face blank, but his eyes tell me how much he’s enjoying the view, the power.
They also tell me I messed up.
“Sir,” I quickly correct myself and watch the corner of his lips twitch just the slightest bit before his hand comes down on my right ass cheek, hard.
I suck in a breath through my teeth; the sting makes tears well in my eyes, but I blink them away as his hand covers the now-warm skin, soothing it.
His gaze holds mine, and I try again.
“I don’t think this is an appropriate way to have thismeeting.” That’s putting it lightly, but the only way to say it that I feelisn’t being rude and won’t leave me with matching prints on my backside.
Nathan braces his hands on the table beside my head, cutting off my view of Des and ensuring he has my full attention.
