The lights were all off—I was right about the two of them hitting the sack early. Good. That meant I didn’t have to watch Mom give Rick any more disapproving looks.
“Let me finish making the couch up,” I said, dropping my purse on the table.
Rick milled around as I slid a pillowcase onto a pillow. All the while, nausea roiled in my stomach. I felt worse now than I had all day. Like I could blow chunks any second.
It made no sense. A few hours ago, I’d been fine. So fine, in fact, I’d nearly had a quickie in my bathroom with a man who was basically a stranger. This was so frustrating.
I finished his bed and awkwardly stepped back, gesturing to the couch like a kid showing off her science fair project.
“All done,” I said and backed toward the hall.
Rick nodded and gave me a lame smile. “Yeah. Thanks.”
He sat down and began to untie his shoes. He looked like he wanted to say more, but to my relief, he didn’t.
“Good night,” I said, hurrying down the hall.
“See you in the morning,” Rick said.
Once I was in my room with the door closed, the nausea abated, but it didn’t fully vanish. I quickly sent Mom a text letting her know not to freak out when she found a man on the couch. She’d see it in the morning when she woke up.
As I collapsed on my bed, I tried to figure out what the hell was going on with my life. What was going on withme? While I tossed and turned, I tried to tell myself it was all because of this weird sickness, but that only made my anxiety worse, imagining it as some awful thing passed on to me by the mugger.
Sleep would not come easily that night.
13
Cameron
Sighing heavily, I rolled over for the dozenth time. The sheets and blanket were too hot. The fan did its best to blow cool air across my body, but it wasn’t helping. As exhausting as my day had been, I should have collapsed into sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I’d tried counting sheep, deep breathing exercises, and even turning on a white noise app on my phone. Nothing helped. Through it all, I kept thinking I needed some kind of release to really relax.
Those thoughts eventually led to Nate. He should have been just down the hall, asleep on the couch. All I’d need to do was tiptoe down there, nudge him awake, and bring him back here to my room. Instead, Rick was there, probably snoring.
I didn’t want Rick. Every ounce of my being wanted to relive those moments in the bathroom with Nate again. To have things go further than they had. Closing my eyes, I succumbed to the fantasy.
Hands glided across my skin, over my stomach, down to my thighs, and then around to clutch at my ass. Rough fingers,demanding and insistent, not the gentle hands of my past lovers. Rather than being turned off by it, the sensation made me wet, knowing this person wanted me so bad, that they wanted to take me.
When his lips touched my belly, I shivered in delight. God, it felt good. He kissed me, trailing his lips up to my sternum, before sliding his tongue along my breast, circling a nipple but not touching it. I wanted his mouth on me, wanted to feel the wet heat of his mouth and tongue sucking the tight nub of flesh.
The man looked up, and I stared into the deep gray eyes of Nate Zane.
The sight of his face made me gasp. Any worry I had about the fact that I barely knew him fled my mind. I was too aroused to imagine anyone else. This was what I wanted. Going with it, I slid my hands under my shirt to rub my nipples.
Nate grinned up at me and finally slid his tongue across my nipple, just as wet and warm as I’d hoped. My pussy was drenched.
“Do you like that?” he whispered.
I answered with a moan.
With a smile, he went back to work, rolling his tongue across my nipple. Eventually, he gently bit my nipple and tugged on it with his teeth.
It felt so good that I pinched my nipple and pulled in the same way, mimicking the fantasy. My clit throbbed, but I wanted to see what more my mind could come up with.
Nate crawled up the bed, ran his hand into my hair, then clenched his fist. I whimpered as he tugged at my hair. It hurt, but it felt so freaking good.
“Are you gonna be my good girl tonight?” he asked, his lips barely brushing mine.
“Yes.”
