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He rolls his eyes. “I mean, Mom,” he rectifies sweetly. “Come eat with us.”
She rubs her cheeks with the edge of her cardigan and nods. “Okay.”
I wait for her as Nate heads into the kitchen, flicking the lights on.
“I’m sorry, Tillie, I’m such a mess right now.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I answer, pulling out a bar stool for her. “Trust me, I am not one to judge…”
Nate snorts.
I cut him another glare.
I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to live the whole seeing someone who isn’t really there thing down. Once it dies out into the background, I have no doubt these assholes are going to make jokes about it until the day I either die or kill them all. The latter sounds more fun.
Nate pours his mother a sparkling water, and me a still, because he knows I hate sparkling water because it actually tastes like stomach acid, then he opens up the cartons and places three plates onto the counter, swinging a stool around the other side of the island so he can sit opposite us. I thought being here would be hard, but it’s not. If anything, it makes me feel a little closer to her. Like I can still feel Micaela’s presence in the kitchen.
We dig into our food, Elena only having a small amount, but I’m not going to push it. Any food is still food.
“How have you been, sweetheart?” Elena asks, spooning a small amount of fried rice into her mouth.
“Surviving.” I smile at her a little.
Nate clears his throat. “Mom?”
Her eyes go to his.
“Where’s Joseph?”
She places her fork down onto her plate. “Thank you for dinner. I’m feeling tired, I might just turn in.”
Nate goes to open his mouth and I cut him another glare. His mouth snaps shut. Elena kisses us both on the head and disappears into the foyer.
Once she’s out of view, Nate brings his full attention back to me. “Give me those eyes again and I’ll shove my cock so far down your throat they’ll pop out of your skull.”
“Don’t threaten me.” I pick up another piece of shrimp, biting into it. “Do you think she will be okay?”
Nate shakes his head. “No, but she’ll survive. We all do.”
We sit and eat the rest of our food, and then we both move around the kitchen fluidly as we clean up. We’re climbing the stairs slowly, my eyes drifting closed when he pulls me under his arm.
“You need a bath.”
“Mmmm,” I answer, my eyes feeling heavy from all of the theatrics of the evening.
“I’ll run it.” He sits me on his bed, and I watch as he moves into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he nudges his head and takes my hand. “Strip.”
I roll my eyes. “Here I was thinking you had turned all cute on me.”
“Never.”
I wriggle out of the dress and kick my panties to the side, following him right into the bathroom.
There’s no bubble bath or romantic candles, because of course there isn’t, but I appreciate it so much when I sink my foot into the warm—borderline too hot—water.
I sigh, slipping my whole body under and embrace the tingles that bite over my flesh. They slowly evaporate as I adapt to the temperature. Nate tucks in behind me. I ignore how the water spills over the edge. He pulls me against his chest, his dick stabbing into my lower back.
He kisses the back of my throat.
“One night,” I whisper.
His tongue traces circles around the nape. “One night,” he answers.
“Promise?” I tilt my head, giving him more access.
His finger glides over my slit, small circles around my swollen clit. “I promise.”
His pace slows and I slowly grind myself into him in circles, biting down on my lower lip.
“Stand up and put your pussy on my mouth.” He bites on my ear lobe.
I stand, spreading my legs wide and watching as water slips over my toned thighs. Nate peers up at me, slipping between my legs with his hands grasped around my upper thighs. He keeps his eyes on mine as he edges closer, dragging his tongue up to lick the droplets of water that are surfing down my skin. He yanks me down roughly and I fall, my knees crashing violently against the bottom of the bathtub. He brings his mouth to my pussy, all while his eyes continue to remain on mine and he circles my clit gently. My head rolls back, my hands coming to his hair.
“Open your eyes and don’t touch me.”
I do as I’m told.
“Put them behind your back.”
I do, holding my wrists together. He leans over the bathtub and picks up something, bringing it to my wrists and binding them together.
“Look at me, Tillie.”
My eyes come down to his, my head tilting. My heart thrashes around in my chest. “Tell me what you want. Do you want me to suck on your pussy?”