Nate steps back, dislodging my hand from his pants. "I can't wait, babe. I'm sorry. I need to be in you." He slips himself free and then wraps one of my legs around his hips, stepping away to place my back against the wall. He glides easily inside and my pussy clenches around him. I've missed him too."Don't wait," I say when he doesn't start moving.Nate chuckles, running his chin stubble across my neck and placing kisses on my collarbone. "I like it when you're greedy."He doesn't waste time, setting a steady rhythm right from the beginning as he works to fill me deeper and deeper each time our bodies come together. His fingers slip between our bodies and rub circles on my clit.I arch my back, pushing my shoulders against the wall and doing my best to get as close to him as possible. The tightness builds in my body quickly and I dig my fingers into his shoulders holding on."Faster," I demand.He listens, pumping into me harder. His fingers sink into my ass cheeks as he
The receptionist rolls her eyes and points to the hallway behind her. "They're waiting for you."Nate's eyes flicker between her and me, and then he grabs ahold of my hand, wrapping our fingers together as he shuffles me down the hallway with him.It's not until we're passed it when I realized the front desk was empty. Not a phone or computer in sight. Just a lone woman with her nail file."Nate," Ridge says, stepping out in the hallway from the room. He closes the door behind him when he sees me. "Lukis is in here with the intel, but he brought someone with him and she's in the conference room. I'm sure she could use a friend to chat with, if you know what I mean?"Ridge tilts his head in my direction indicating I should be said friend."Are you okay with that?" Nate asks."Sure."Nate deposits me in a large open room full of windows and the biggest table I have never seen in real life. It would fit twenty people although I only count sixteen chairs."Hey, they sent yo
Barry didn't seem keen about having to pick Emma up and drop her off again this month. He was even less excited about it when I explained we needed the extra help because we were moving. I don't need him and Nate to get into an argument in front of Emma. Hopefully he got his yelling done over the phone.Nate scowls but takes a deep breath and hands Emma to my waiting arms after I loop her bag over my shoulder."I'll be right back," I say and kiss him on his cheek.Emma giggles and babbles on about her dad as we walk to the front door together, her bouncing on my hip. "You're going to be good for your daddy. Right?" I ask and she smiles. "But not too good."I whisper the last encouragement so her father doesn't hear.She's all smiles as I open the door and even yells out "Daddy" when she sees him. But both of our faces fall when we get an eyeful of Barry's expression. His eyes are already narrowed and his lips pursed together in annoyance. I guess he assumes I took too long. H
Katy shakes her head. "You are marrying Ridge Jefferson. The Ridge Jefferson. Everyone expects an invitation. The whole town wants to witness the event.""You think so?" Tabitha asks hesitantly.Katy nods. "Do you know he once dated and dumped a girl because he said she was obsessed with her nails?""What does that mean?" I ask.Katy and Tabitha both shake their heads. They have no idea. "Believe me when I say it's not even the most ridiculous reason Ridge broke up with someone in the past. Our friend Tabitha here is the only one who's ever been able to keep him. And now she's marrying him. The whole town wants pictures.""We'll put an announcement in the paper."Katy smiles a little wickedly. "Girl, this shit will make the front page of the paper."Tabitha's face falls into a mixture of shock and horror. "Can they do that?""If you live in Pelican Bay, they can."The living room having been placed into boxes, Nate walks out from the hallway and stops where we've gath
"Who me?" I ask, putting a hand on my chest like it's not possible they could mean me. But my wide eyes give me away. They dart around anywhere and everywhere except looking at the men in the car as I back up.The one behind the wheel, an overweight white man with slicked-back hair and dark sunglasses I only thought California troopers wore, laughs. "Yeah, that's her. Grab her, boys."Two car doors open and I turn, my eyes wide like a bunny stuck in a trap. I run in the first direction I can. Straight ahead. It's Sunday, and the office is closed, but if I can reach an apartment in the building, there's a chance someone will help me. I veer left, turning hard and heading toward the apartment building, but something finds my back like a heavy bag of potatoes and knocks me to the ground.I open my mouth wide, preparing to scream, but he clamps a hand over my lips and pushes so hard I can't even bite down. The man on top of me smells like he dumped a bottle of cologne on himself to c
I put my hands up, because that's what you do when someone is pointing a gun at you, and slide my butt off the seat. "Okay, okay.""You don't want to be late for your meeting."I shuffle toward the front of the warehouse, grateful they haven't walked me into the woods. You know your life has gone to shit when you're grateful to be going into a falling down building and not taking a shot to the back. "Late for my meeting?""The boss," the tallest guy of the three says. "Make sure and be respectful."I hold my eye roll. I'm sure the seedy underbelly of Pelican Bay needs respect.The door to the warehouse is shoved open but once I walk through, it's propped close again. The empty building has a thick layer of dust covering the ground and also floating in the air. I cough, twice, my allergies already annoyed as fuck I'm here. They aren't the only parts."Take a seat," the driver says, pointing to a lone chair sitting in the middle of the warehouse.That's weird, but what's we
Glass shatters and I fling my body forward out of instinct more than anything else. They pull my arm back as a large body soars through the air. It's the limp form of one of the guys. In the commotion I pull my hand away and tuck it into myself, rolling into a small ball on the floor.A thick head of hair — one that's easy to make out as Nate — tackles the driver to the floor, his fist punching him in the head."Get Josie!" he yells. Our eyes lock in for a second and the world stops as I stare at him, hopeful he's come to rescue me. The first sign of a tear trickles down my face as the commotion picks back up again in rapid speed. Now is not the time to cry, stupid. Why do my tears always come at the worst times?Two hands grab me and I hit my attacker as hard as possible, doing everything I can to wiggle away as he picks me up in his arms and clutches me close to his chest."Shhh, Josie. I've got you, it's me." I struggle, but look up and see a pair of eyes belonging to a man
NateA few weeks laterSunlight shines through the thin curtains Josie picked out to go in our master bedroom. They're a light color she calls rose and I call pink. I'm not sure what happened to my fucking manhood that I'm allowing pink curtains in my bedroom, but I plan to run with it for the time being.Although something has to be done about keeping the light out. Hell, I'd buy pink blackout curtains if they would make her happy. We could get some blinds up in here. Anything to stop the weekend morning sun from waking me up.Josie twitches in her sleep and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her back to my chest. She sinks into my arms and relaxes, falling back to sleep.This is what I work so hard for. I stick my face in the back of her hair, breathing deeply with the smell of strawberries tickling my senses. It's wonderful. I've never been so happy and I know the people around me are happy for me.The rest of my life will be spent with Josie and Emma. Every day I'll work