Page 23 of Don’t You Dare Marry Me (Love in Massachusetts #3)

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Nicola drew in a slow, deep breath, the sunlight against her face warming her.

So was the body against her back. She smiled at herself, feeling the way that Abagail was pressed up against her, leg woven between hers, hand possessively cupping Nicola’s breast as her arms wrapped around Nicola’s front.

She loved this.

A moment of both raw, pure, unadulterated lust and comfort all wrapped up into one. Nicola’s lips curled unexpectedly as she settled into the space. She would love to stay here forever, and she could at least stay here for quite a bit longer.

Something had happened between them the night before, something that had clicked and changed and shifted the balance between them. They were on far more even footing now than they had been before. But what that meant for the future, Nicola wasn’t entirely sure yet.

Nicola slipped from the warmth of Abagail’s embrace and headed straight for the bathroom. She relieved herself and then stared at herself naked in the mirror. She had red marks on her skin from Abagail’s mouth, bite marks down her neck and across her chest. Abagail would have similar marks.

She smiled at them, brushing her fingers across her skin as her cheeks pinked from the memory of the hours they’d spent wrapped up in each other’s arms. She never would have expected this with Abagail.

She was cold and harsh, and Warren never had anything good to say about her.

He’d always talked about Abagail like she was the black sheep of the family who literally held all the control that could make them or break them.

But that wasn’t entirely true, was it?

Nicola washed her hands, deciding that she’d shower later before she went to visit Alanna.

But right now she wanted to get back into the circle of Abagail’s embrace.

She tiptoed back into the bedroom and slid under the blankets, immediately finding the exact position that she had left only minutes before.

Abagail hummed, her breath rustling the small hairs on the back of Nicola’s neck as she scooted in closer and again grabbed Nicola’s breast possessively. Then Abagail grunted, though it didn’t seem like a very happy grunt.

“You’re cold.”

Nicola’s lips curled upward into a smile as she pushed herself back against Abagail’s body. “Better for you to warm me up then.”

Abagail’s grunt turned into a hum this time, and her thumb slowly moved against Nicola’s hardened nipple.

Pleasure shot through Nicola’s body each time Abagail’s thumb swiped across her.

Abagail dropped a kiss onto the back of Nicola’s shoulder before sliding her leg around to capture one of Nicola’s and pull her thighs apart.

“You shouldn’t be so tempting in the mornings,” Abagail whispered.

The grin on Nicola’s lips increased tenfold. “Tempting? I’m pretty sure I could say the same about you.”

Abagail’s chuckle was low, deep, and way sexier than Nicola had anticipated. “Let me warm you up.”

“Always,” Nicola answered. Before she could even think to add another comment, Abagail’s fingers were deep inside her, heel of her palm against Nicola’s clit.

The motions were slow at first, nothing meant to overheat her or get her to come in seconds.

This was meant to be a slow, warming tease.

“I love when your fingers are inside me.”

Nicola reached back, wrapping her arm around Abagail’s neck and arching her back to push against Abagail’s body. Abagail pulsed her fingers gently, teasing Nicola’s body and building her upward in a gentle pattern. Nicola moaned, biting her lip and grinding her hips down against Abagail’s hand.

Abagail’s teeth scraped against Nicola’s shoulder before planting another kiss on her. “I want you to come for me.”

“I will,” Nicola answered, wiggling her hips and sliding against Abagail as much as she could. She hadn’t expected early morning play, but she was going to take absolutely everything that she could get.

It was going to take forever to come this way, and Nicola didn’t want to wait that long. She wanted to relax, to feel the happy little bubble that an orgasm created, and she wanted Abagail’s firm and sure mouth against her.

“I need more,” Nicola whined. She reached down her body and snagged Abagail’s wrist. “I want your mouth.”

Abagail hummed and turned on her back. “Then get on.”

Nicola’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t thought she’d get to sit on Abagail’s face. She’d fully anticipated Abagail to crawl between her legs and make her come so hard that she forgot what bedroom she’d slept in last night. Except that wasn’t going to happen.

Giddy with excitement, Nicola got up on her hands and knees and immediately straddled Abagail’s head.

She grinned down at her, pulling her hair over one shoulder as she lowered her pussy so that Abagail could reach her with her tongue.

Hissing, Nicola’s eyes fluttered shut as she focused on each sensation.

Abagail started slowly, a gentle exploration of Nicola’s body, a tease here and there against her clit and then as deep inside her as she could go.

Nicola rubbed herself against Abagail’s mouth in a simple back and forth motion.

She gasped loudly as pleasure built inside her way faster than it would have if Abagail had kept her fingers there.

This was so much better.

Abagail wrapped her arms around Nicola’s thighs and pulled her down harder.

Groaning, Nicola leaned back slightly to keep herself balanced.

As Abagail sucked and licked, Nicola ground and rocked.

To have this powerful and compelling woman between her legs, underneath her, making her feel more each passing second was beyond anything Nicola could have ever imagined.

She’d always been so scared of Abagail, any time that Warren would mention her.

But this side of Abagail was something else entirely.

This side was softer, supple—nothing more than a woman’s simple need for pleasure.

But it was more than that too. This side of Abagail was the real her, the woman that Nicola was sure not many people actually saw.

She hummed her pleasure, grinding down just as much as Abagail was continuing to lick her.

She kept herself as upright as possible, but as her pleasure grew and her orgasm started to overtake her, she let it.

No reason to hold back now. Jerking, Nicola fell into her orgasm, letting it swoop through her to take hold of every nerve ending she had.

She fell forward, her hands planted into the mattress as she breathed deeply.

The laugh that rolled from her was small at first, but then it grew. She fell onto the mattress, her entire body rattling with joy and happiness. She couldn’t remember being this relaxed, this carefree. She brushed her fingers down Abagail’s arm and held onto her lightly.

“Give me a minute and I’ll return the favor.”

“Do it in the shower.” Abagail pushed herself up and planted a kiss onto Nicola’s lips. “I need a minute.”

Nicola tangled her fingers in the back of Abagail’s hair and pulled her back in to deepen the kiss. She didn’t let go right away, tangling their tongues and nipping Abagail’s lip as she grinned again. “Fine, but then I get to pick the method.”

“Just the way I like it.” Abagail pecked her lips again, still damp from Nicola’s pussy. “Shower.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Nicola lay sprawled out on the bed until she heard the water for the shower running.

That should have given Abagail enough time to do exactly what she needed.

She smiled as she stepped toward the dresser and pulled open the top drawer.

Her instincts had been correct. Grinning, she lifted the strap out of the drawer and slipped it on.

Perfect.

Nicola slipped into the shower, closing the glass door behind her. She pressed up against Abagail’s back and wrapped her arms around her, dropping kisses onto her already damp shoulder. “So I get to fuck you in here any way that I want?”

Abagail looked over her shoulder and her lips quirked upward. “I did tell you to do that, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.” Nicola scraped her teeth against Abagail’s shoulder. “But I’m just checking.” Because this felt so different than any other time they’d had sex. Something about the last twelve hours had changed them. “I brought the strap.”

Abagail groaned and pushed back against her. “Yesssssss.”

“Hands against the wall, Abs.” Nicola slid her fingers along Abagail’s arms and pressed her palms to the cold tile. “Spread ‘em.”

Abagail’s chuckle was perfect—a sound filled with happiness and anticipation. Nicola trailed her fingers down Abagail’s ass, over the curves of her body. She pressed her fingers between her legs and tested to see if she was ready, and she definitely was.

Nicola stepped closer and pressed the strap against Abagail, pulling her hips so Abagail’s ass was pressed tight to her front. Abagail groaned, wiggling a little before she nodded her head.

“Now.”

Nicola wasn’t going to correct Abagail’s command.

She wanted this just as much as Abagail did, and she wasn’t going to deny either one of them whatever pleasure they could find together.

Nicola slid the dildo deeper inside Abagail, holding her still when she moved.

She slowed her movements, making sure that Abagail was ready for her.

As soon as she was deep inside Abagail, Nicola reached around her with both hands, teasing her tits and her clit.

Abagail didn’t move her hands from the wall, but she pressed back against Nicola, moaning and whining for more.

Nicola licked her skin, tasting the water droplets that mixed with her flavor.

Nicola would drink her up like this for as long as possible.

Rutting against her, Nicola teased Abagail.

Her cries grew into screams, and her voice echoed loudly in the shower, hurting Nicola’s ears.

But she loved this. She wasn’t going to stop unless Abagail told her to, and these were screams of pleasure.

Nicola held still as Abagail came, her entire body tensing and twitching.

She soothed Abagail through the orgasm, easing away the pleasure as much as she kept it there.

Finally, Abagail straightened and Nicola pulled the toy from her.

She turned Abagail around and kissed her, the warm water from the shower hitting her back until Abagail was brushing her fingers over Nicola’s cheeks and tenderly touching her.

“Come away with me,” Abagail murmured.

“What?” Nicola frowned and shook her head.

“Let’s go on a trip, just you and me. I want time alone with you.”

“I can’t leave Alanna.” Nicola stepped away from Abagail, putting some space between them. She pulled the strap off and tossed it into the sink before stepping back into the shower with Abagail. She wasn’t even going to entertain the idea.

“You can. You’ve done it before.” Abagail pulled a bar of soap from the edge of the shower and lathered her fingers up. “We could come back immediately if something went wrong.”

Abagail didn’t know, did she? How could she? She probably just paid the bill and didn’t dig any deeper than that. The facility wouldn’t have given out any medical information to her anyway. Frowning, Nicola ducked her entire head under the spray and let the water run over her.

When she stepped out again, Nicola furrowed her brow. “What do you know about Alanna?”

“I know she was badly injured in a car accident.” Abagail rubbed her hands over her skin.

“She’s paralyzed from the waist down, has limited movement in her upper body. She’s mostly bedbound. She has epilepsy now, plus a slew of other issues. I don’t leave her.”

“You’re not leaving her,” Abagail reiterated. “You’re taking a trip. We won’t go far. I have a house at the Cape that we can go to.”

“Yes, I know. I’ve been there before.” Nicola ducked her head back under the water. Why was she being so resistant to this idea? It wasn’t like her. She’d left Alanna for trips before, but she hadn’t expected this to come from Abagail. “I thought we were just fucking.”

Abagail paused, standing naked with suds slipping down her wet skin. “We are fucking.”

“But is it just fucking?” Nicola asked again, and this time, she really needed an answer.

“I don’t know.” Abagail moved to stand under the water, putting Nicola out of the warmth of the spray. She rinsed off, getting her hair wet as she looked deep into Nicola’s eyes. “But I can’t stop thinking about you or wanting you.”

“I’ll take that,” Nicola murmured, though it still didn’t sit fully within her chest. It was like the lid had been closed but not quite all the way, and she didn’t know what lid she was closing or if she even wanted it shut all the way. “How long would we be gone?”

“A week or two. However long you want.” Abagail washed her hair.

Biting her lip, Nicola mulled it over. She was still unemployed, and she could spend some of that time setting up interviews. If they were going to be that close, then she could always come back if she found a job and needed to start it immediately.

“We have to talk to Alanna first.”

“What?” Abagail asked, scrunching her face up.

“We need to talk to Alanna first,” Nicola repeated.

“We?” Abagail furrowed her brow. “I don’t think you understand that I’m not very good with those types of situations.”

“Then no deal. I won’t go.” Nicola raised an eyebrow in defiance, making sure that Abagail understood exactly how important this was.

“Fine.” Abagail’s lips pressed into a thin line. “We’ll go later this morning.”

“Perfect.” Nicola kissed her loudly. “Now, round two?”

Abagail laughed, but it was quickly muffed by Nicola’s mouth. She was going to take full advantage of this opportunity. Trip or no trip.