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He groans, hooking his arms under my legs and hoisting me in the air, my back skirting over the tile on the way up. I land gracefully, pussy to Nathan’s lips. The best place to be. “Don’t forget about me tonight,” he warns just before he licks out with his tongue.
This is the stuff of movies. This is the hardcore, passionate need I’ve dreamed of. I thought I’d get it when my mate was revealed, but that wasn’t my fate, and I’m okay with that. Nathan is everything.
I rock into his mouth. “How could I forget?”
“When you look at him, you’ll see me. My tongue on your pussy.” He closes his eyes and drags the tip of his tongue up my slit until he reaches my clit. I squirm in his arms, but he easily adjusts to my weight.
I tilt my head back, knowing I can make it last longer if I don’t watch. “Fuck. You’re so good at this,” I whisper.
He squeezes my ass. “And you’re good at taking it.”
I grind all over his face, delving my fingers into his hair as I leave my mouth open in forbidden, silent cries.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this, Mia. How many times I dreamed of doing this. When you were crying over him, I wanted to slip into your bed and fuck you senseless. I nutted over the anticipation of leaving my seed inside you.”
“Nathan....” I gasp. He glances up to meet my eyes. He’s so raw, honest, open. There’s nothing barricaded off. He’s there for me to see, and I love that feeling.
“Mia, I love you.”
His admission makes my heart stop a moment, then I crash into a climax that he has to quiet with his hand over my mouth again. I buck against him, my head pounding out his words. After several long seconds, he sets me on my feet and drops a kiss to my forehead.
My heart beats unsteadily, like he’s somehow set me on a different rhythm. With his lips still against my forehead, he says, “Don’t answer yet. I’m sorry I’m so selfish. You deserve better.”
My eyelids flutter closed as he moves away. When I open them again, he’s slipping from the shower and strolling naked through the door that leads to his room.
Oh shit.
I place my hand over my chest, waiting for my heart to pump normally again, but it doesn’t come. There’s an extra beat, one reserved for Nathan.
Swallowing the emotion clogging my brain, I move with new determination. I turn the shower off and step out to stand in front of the mirror. Wiping the fog away, I can see myself in the clear spot. I look the same as I always have. It’s not as if there’s a sign above my head that says Nathan Loves Mia, but I feel different.
A knock comes on my side of the bathroom, and I squeak, almost jumping.
“Mia?” Nathan asks.
At the same time, another male voice asks, “Mia, are you in there?”
Sean. Fuck.
“Yeah,” I call out. “Sean, I’m in here.”
“Are you almost ready?”
A thump comes from inside Nathan’s room, and I cringe. Fuckity, fuck-fuck. “Yeah. Want to wait for me downstairs?”
“Sure.”
The door to my room opens and closes, and after that, Nathan’s opens and closes, too. Holy shit. I light a fire under my ass and run around to get ready. The last thing I want is to have Nathan deal with Sean.
I do the quickest blow-drying job of my life. My makeup is applied with shaking fingers before I run out of the room to find I still have fifteen minutes before he was supposed to pick me up. Sean’s early. Of course he fucking is.
I slip my party clothes on, giving myself a last-minute check in the mirror before deciding I’m good enough to go on a date with, and then I head downstairs to find Sean and Nathan sitting at the island together. Nathan pours Sean a shot and pushes it to him over the smooth countertop.
“Dude, I just had two,” Sean protests.
“I thought we were going to a party?”
Sean chuckles and closes his eyes, shooting the shot back. Nathan winks at me.