Page 15 of Don’t You Dare Marry Me (Love in Massachusetts #3)
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“And where have you been?”
Nicola froze. Abagail was sitting on the lounge chair in the middle of the library, ankle over her knee, reading glasses on, and a very pointed and semi-angry look on her face.
“Out,” Nicola answered, her toes curling in her shoes. “Which, we really should talk about the fact that I need my car back.”
Abagail jerked her head to the side. “It’s not fixed yet.”
“Yeah, but I need it back.” Nicola wasn’t going to back down on this one. She needed that binder with all of Alanna’s medical information in it.
“It’s at the mechanic.” Abagail pressed her lips into a thin line, her gaze narrowing. “What do you need it for? Cal can take you where you need to go.”
Nicola shook her head, her hair moving around her ears. “It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?” Abagail continued her stare.
Nicola knew that Abagail was looking for some kind of answer that she couldn’t give.
She’d spent the last nearly twenty-four hours at the hospital, and she’d only left when her stomach was rumbling so loudly that Alanna had kicked her out to go get dinner, reassuring her that she would be fine while Nicola was away.
She planned to go back in the morning to be there while Alanna was transported back to the rehabilitation facility.
She’d narrowly escaped Aunt Simone coming out to visit, but the stay wasn’t long enough for that.
“I just need my car.”
“You were fine with the mechanic fixing it.” Abagail closed the book that she was reading and set it on the table next to her. “So what changed?”
“I’m still fine with the mechanic fixing it.” That wasn’t the issue. In fact, it was something super helpful that Nicola would be eternally grateful for. If her car could last her a few more years, then she would take it.
“Then what are you not okay with?”
“I need my stuff from the car.” Nicola bit the inside of her cheek. She didn’t want to tell Abagail too much. They didn’t have that kind of relationship. She wanted to make sure to keep the lines between business and pleasure separate. Even if the business was all about pleasure. “That’s it.”
Abagail narrowed her eyes even more, as if not believing her. “Where have you been all day?”
Nicola froze. She couldn’t tell Abagail where she’d been.
And it was clear that Cal hadn’t told her where he’d dropped her off the night before either.
So it didn’t really matter in the long run, did it?
Nicola clenched her fists at her back and then loosened them.
This was the time for acting, and she’d have to put on the show of her life.
“I’ve been out.” Nicola plastered on the smile of a lifetime as she sashayed her way into the library.
She’d barely explored the house, and this was a new room, but it was damn gorgeous.
Dark woods, high bookshelves—ladder included—and lighting that made the whole thing shine even though it was dark outside.
“If you remember, our arrangement isn’t about personal things.
It’s about the sexual.” Nicola purposely dropped her tone, sliding it into the seduction level and leaving the flirting out of it. “That’s what we agreed on.”
“We did,” Abagail agreed, leaning back into her seat and roving her gaze all over Nicola’s body. “And yet, you were gone all day without telling me where you went.”
“You’re not in control of me, Abagail.” Nicola slid onto Abagail’s lap, straddling her in the chair.
She took a deep breath and slowed her racing heart.
Bending down, Nicola pressed her lips against Abagail’s ear.
She delicately traced the outer edge of Abagail’s earlobe.
“So I need my car back, so that I have my freedom.”
Abagail’s breath hitched.
“I can come and go as I please.” Nicola nipped the bottom of Abagail’s earlobe, sucking the stud earring into her mouth and flicking her tongue around it before letting it go. “And you can’t do a damn thing about it.”
When Abagail’s hands moved to Nicola’s hips and then her ass, Nicola knew that she was very close to having her be putty in her hands.
That’s all this was about, right? Nothing more, nothing less.
Abagail would fill Nicola’s bank account, and when they were done with each other, they would walk away without heartache.
It was exactly what Nicola needed right now.
“Where were you today?” Abagail asked again, sliding her hands up the backs of Nicola’s thighs to her ass.
Abagail squeezed and then started to massage.
Nicola held back her moan, but she rocked her hips against Abagail’s thighs.
She could just as easily grind herself to coming on top of Abagail if that was how tonight ended up.
But she wasn’t going to go another night without an orgasm.
That’s what she was paid for, wasn’t it?
Nicola moved her lips—not kissing, just tracing—across Abagail’s jawline from her ear to her chin and to the other ear. “It’s not relevant.”
“It is.” Abagail’s hands moved up Nicola’s back under her shirt and enjoyed the fabric against her skin. Abagail was struggling to keep her hands to herself.
It was exactly what Nicola was looking for.
She dropped her hips down so she was planted right against Abagail and started a slow and steady grind.
The pressure, the friction, the slide of her underwear against her clit and folds was exactly what she’d needed.
If she could do this, she could forget the trauma and chaos of the last twenty-four hours, and she could more easily slide back into life.
Right? Wasn’t that all this was going to take?
Abagail reached Nicola’s bra strap, deftly pinching it and unhooking it in one swift move. She slid her hands around Nicola’s front, cupping and massaging her breasts. She flicked her thumbs over Nicola’s nipples, teasing them into sharp little peaks.
“What? No nipple clamps this time?”
Nicola barked out a laugh that almost immediately turned into a deep moan.
She bent down, trailing her lips across Abagail’s neck from one side to the other.
She scraped her teeth against the cord of muscle, continuing to grind herself and focused entirely on the pleasure that she was giving herself.
“Are you going to make me come?” Nicola’s voice was husky and full of command and arousal.
“I think you’re well on your way by yourself, don’t you?”
Nicola hummed, but it turned into a moan of pleasure immediately. She gasped as Abagail pinched her nipples and twisted. God, that was so much better than fucking nipple clamps. She wrapped her arm behind Abagail’s neck and held on as she writhed on top of Abagail’s lap.
“So fucking close already,” Nicola managed to make the words out.
“Then by all means, don’t stop.” Abagail sounded entertained now.
Nicola ignored it, but only because she was so close to her first orgasm of the night.
And yes, she was bound and determined that this was going to be her first. She just had to decide how many Abagail was going to have. “Come for me, Nicola.”
Those simple words were more than Nicola had expected.
Her body exploded with pleasure. It washed through her, consuming her.
She curled her body around Abagail’s, holding onto her and kissing her neck, then her jaw.
Nicola needed skin to skin. She needed to feel Abagail against her. It’d be so much better that way.
“This isn’t the way I expected you to greet me tonight,” Abagail murmured into Nicola’s ear.
“It’s not?” Nicola asked, breathy from the aftermath of the orgasm.
“I expect you to tell me when you leave the house, where you’re going, and when you’ll be returning.” Abagail moved her hand away, and then she came back down, slapping Nicola hard on the ass.
Nicola squeaked. She closed her eyes, holding in a groan and pressing her nose to Abagail’s neck. Fuck, that had felt good. She really wanted Abagail to do that again. She scraped her teeth along Abagail’s neck.
“I’m not going to tell you not to leave, but it’s respectful to let me know where you are.” Abagail spanked her again.
Gasping, Nicola pressed her crotch back down onto Abagail’s thighs. She didn’t want to get up and move. She wanted to grind herself into a second orgasm right there without waiting for Abagail’s go ahead. She needed this more than she’d known.
“Noted,” Nicola answered, but she still wasn’t going to give in to Abagail’s demands. They were out of line. “But just remember, Abagail, we’re not dating.”
Abagail grunted before lifting her hand and spanking Nicola a third time. “How could I forget? I don’t date.”
There was a bitterness in Abagail’s tone that seemed out of place. Nicola was about to ask her to explain it, but Abagail was back to spanking her. Nicola bit Abagail’s neck, sucking and nipping and biting hard. Abagail groaned and wiggled underneath her.
“Where’s the fucking strap when I need it?” Nicola muttered against Abagail’s skin. “I want to ride you into oblivion.”
“I think you did that already.” Abagail smoothed her hands around to Nicola’s front, pulling at the button and zipper on her pants.
The skirt would have been a much better idea than this. But there was no way she was going to wear that to the hospital. Nicola wrapped her fingers around Abagail’s wrist and pushed Abagail’s hand in between the fabric and her body.
“Fuck me, Abagail.”
Abagail said nothing in response. But she slid one, and then two, and then three fingers inside Nicola. This was better than the strap. Nicola rocked into Abagail’s hand, holding herself up a little to make the position and the sensations all that much better.