“Then you talk to me, and we work through it together. That’s what a partnership is, and you’re the only person I would ever consider doing this with.”
“There has never been anyone else?” I ask quietly, kind of wishing I hadn’t voiced that question out loud.
“Never,” he replies without missing a beat, flooring me in the process. He moves his hands and grabs both sides of my face, being careful not to push too hard on my injured cheek. “So, are we done talking? Are we clear on what is happening here?”
I look deep into his eyes and feel myself falling so fucking hard. I never thought this would happen, that this is where we would end up. I always thought I would eventually escape and live my life Nate-free. But somewhere along the way, I realised that I didn’t want to do that, and staying with him has become a very real need.
“Yes.”
“Good, because I’d like to fuck you before I have to go and kick some ass.”
And as he carries me up to the bedroom, I feel my heart flutter, my stomach somersault, and my mind start to calm.
He wants me here.
And I need to stop being so fucking scared because he’s laid it all out for me, and I need to do the same for him.
Fuck how we first met. It doesn’t matter anymore. I can’t keep dwelling on it and I don’t want to either.
I just want to be happy, content, loved.
I think I can be that with Nate, but I guess only time will tell.
But for now, I’m going to enjoy him eating my pussy and forget about anything else.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Nate
The buzzing of my mobile phone wakes me, and I reluctantly roll away from Kat and look at the clock on the bedside table.
One a.m.
This can’t be good.
Nothing good ever comes from my phone ringing at this hour.
With a sigh, I pick up my phone and see that a no-caller ID is showing.
I get out of the bed and take my phone with me, quickly moving to the hallway and hitting the answer button.
I wait a beat before speaking, just so I can listen to the background noise on the other end of the phone.
Breathing. Faint but it’s there. I listen harder, but then a voice speaks, and I have no need to wonder about who it is anymore.
“Nate.” One simple word, and enough to make my blood boil.
Motherfucking Jessica.
“I was wondering how long it would take for you to call me,” I say as I move along the hallway and down the stairs to the kitchen. I have a feeling I’m going to need a bloody drink after this conversation.
“Ah, well, I didn’t want to ruin the fun anytime soon, you know?” she says, and fuck if I don’t want to get hold of her and wring her goddamn neck for what she has done.
“I’m a master at games, Jessica, or had you forgotten?”
“Oh, I didn’t forget, Nate, I know how much you like to fuck around before you try and go in for the kill.”
“There is no try about it. I always get my kill,” I tell her, but I shouldn’t need to because she already fucking knows this.
