Page 45 of Don’t You Dare Marry Me (Love in Massachusetts #3)

thirty-seven

Abagail hummed as the light trickled through the window and cast its fingers against her skin. Nicola smiled as she bent down, pressing a kiss right between Abagail’s shoulders as she hovered on top of her.

All night.

Well, to be fair, they’d started pretty far into the morning, but they hadn’t slept a wink.

The sun was finally coming in through the windows and they were winding down.

Nicola pressed another kiss, this one closer to Abagail’s shoulder, and then her cheek.

Then Nicola was working her way back down Abagail’s back.

“It’s morning,” Nicola murmured.

“It is,” Abagail answered, staying right where she was with her body planted in the bed and her head turned to the side.

Nicola trailed her tongue along the top of Abagail’s ass and then kissed each cheek before scraping her teeth against the lower curve of her ass. “Do you think this will actually work?”

“I don’t know.” Abagail laughed lightly. “I feel like I’m saying that a lot to your questions.”

“Yeah, but it’s honest.”

Abagail hummed, her eyes closing slowly.

“Did you want to go to sleep?”

“No, not yet.” Abagail didn’t really move, though. She hummed as Nicola worked her way back up to Abagail’s shoulders, with kisses here and there. This gentle way of touching each other was something they didn’t often do, and Nicola loved every second of it.

“I want to fuck you like this,” Nicola whispered, pressing her hips down against Abagail’s ass so she could feel her weight. “Half-asleep and from behind.”

Abagail hummed, her lips curling upward into that rare smile that Nicola had come to love. Then again, Abagail had been doing a whole lot of smiling that night.

“I want it to be a lazy fuck, where we get off together.” Nicola moved her hand across Abagail’s back and skin, sliding her fingers between Abagail’s legs and dipping them inside her.

She was still wet, not that Nicola expected any different.

She slid her fingers inside Abagail, slowly pumping them in and out.

Groaning, Abagail pushed her ass back against Nicola and buried her face in the pillow under her head and chest. Nicola continued to slowly tease her, two fingers at first and then a third. She wanted the strap; she wanted something so she could kiss Abagail at the same time.

Nicola pulled away suddenly, heading straight for the drawer where she knew the strap was.

She wasn’t going to second guess her decision this time.

They both needed this. She slipped it on and immediately got back on the bed.

Abagail turned on her side slightly, curious what Nicola was doing, and when she saw the toy between Nicola’s legs, her lips curled up in a stunning ear-to-ear grin.

“You weren’t kidding,” Abagail said.

“I never joke.” Nicola gave Abagail a fake frown and shook her head before she laughed. She scooted forward, pressing her knees against the back of Abagail’s thighs and rotating her hips even more so she was completely lying on her side.

With one hand on Abagail’s ankle, Nicola pulled Abagail’s leg upward so that Abagail’s calf rested on her shoulder, and then she slowly started to insert the toy inside her.

Abagail groaned, turning her face into the pillow and burying herself again.

Nicola went as slowly as she possibly could, knowing full well that Abagail was probably super sore and sensitive from the last few hours.

This wasn’t to cause any kind of pain—though Abagail liked that too—it was simply to give Abagail the greatest amount of pleasure that Nicola possibly could to bring in the new day.

Abagail grunted lightly as soon as Nicola was deep inside her.

Nicola held the position and waited for Abagail to settle entirely before she slid the toy back out with as much care and tease as she could manage.

Scooting in even closer so that the backs of Abagail’s thighs were against the tops of hers, Nicola pushed up and increased her pace. She reached down, finding Abagail’s clit and rubbing two fingers back and forth across the hard, swollen nub.

“Ah! Gentle!” Abagail cried out, her face scrunching up briefly before Nicola managed to ease the touch to something softer.

When she did, Abagail hummed her pleasure and then threw her hands over her head, turning slightly so that she could look up at Nicola, and smiled yet again.

She stayed there for a while, pushing up each time she pressed all the way in.

Abagail groaned and pushed herself back down each time Nicola did that, so it must feel good.

Nicola bent forward slightly, grabbing Abagail’s one breast that she could manage to reach and toying with her pebbled nipple, tugging on it and pinching it. Abagail began to shake, her entire body trembling as Nicola continued to tease her into oblivion.

“Come apart for me,” Nicola whispered. She wasn’t exactly sure why she said that, or where the words came from, but she wanted to see Abagail completely unraveled underneath her.

The stoic woman who always seemed to have everything together and to know every answer just a mess of sensations, feelings, and at a loss for words. “Come on,” Nicola encouraged.

Abagail closed her eyes, concentrating.

Nicola kept the pattern of her fingers the same, kept the rhythm of her thrusts gentle and firm as she pushed upward and held for a second before pulling back out.

Abagail gasped, her entire body vibrating as raw sensations filled her.

Nicola’s lips pulled upward. This was exactly what she wanted, what she’d needed.

Bending down immediately, Nicola locked their mouths together in a simmering embrace. Abagail held onto her, keeping her in place even as Nicola slowed the kiss down and shifted Abagail’s leg down. She lay on her side, keeping the toy planted deep inside Abagail as she cradled her.

“Elia says I’m aromantic,” Abagail said, brushing her fingers across Nicola’s lips. “She had to explain what that one meant to me.”

Nicola hummed and nodded. “A lot of people associate it with asexual.”

Abagail nodded, again brushing the pads of her fingers across Nicola’s damp lips. “What do you think?”

“I think you are who you are, whether you want a label or not.” Nicola skimmed her hand down Abagail’s side to her hip and back up again. “What did the label do for you?”

“Gave me words for something I’ve never been able to explain before,” Abagail murmured.

“Then it seems like it did the trick for now.” Nicola moved in and kissed her quickly.

“I can’t love you.” Abagail looked deep into Nicola’s eyes. “And I don’t want that to hurt you.”

Nicola was about to tell her there was no way that wouldn’t happen, but she stopped herself.

Because it might very well hurt at times.

But that didn’t mean there wasn’t deep understanding and compassion that might come with it.

Abagail was being as honest as she could, which was what they needed right now.

“I do love you,” Nicola whispered back, giving Abagail a small smile. “Despite my best efforts not to.”

“Best efforts?” Abagail teased.

“Yeah. Something about being in love with your ex-fiancé’s overbearing and financially controlling aunt sounds wrong even though it feels so right.” Nicola cupped Abagail’s breast and squeezed lightly before letting go.

“I wouldn’t have to be so financially controlling if he’d grow up.”

“Agreed,” Nicola said, cutting that part of the conversation short. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about Warren, especially when they were still naked and the strap was still planted firmly inside Abagail. “How do you envision our relationship?”

“Just like it is now,” Abagail answered. “You live your life, and I live mine, and we get to fuck whenever we want.”

“More partners? Open relationship?”’

Abagail shook her head slowly. “No. Just you and me.”

“That sounds like a relationship, you know.”

Humming, Abagail nodded. “I know it does. But that’s just what I see for it in this moment. Who knows what the future will hold? You might fall head over heels in love with some strapping young human and leave me in the dust.”

“Never,” Nicola whispered and kissed her again. “You’re too valuable for that.”

“I did something, and I don’t want you to be mad about it.” Abagail pulled away slightly, locking their gazes together. “I realized there was really only one advantage that I had growing up that you didn’t when your parents died.”

“What’s that?” Nicola furrowed her brow in confusion, her stomach swimming with nerves.

“Money.” Abagail frowned slightly. “I’m in the process of making a trust.”

“For me?”

“No. For Alanna.” Abagail’s lips thinned. “She’s going to need some sort of care for the rest of her life, and that care comes with great expense. She won’t be able to work or live on her own, ever. And you deserve to not have that burden on your shoulders.”

“Abs, you don’t have to?—”

“No, I don’t. And please don’t think this is a misguided attempt to keep you in my bed whenever I want. As soon as the trust is set up, I won’t be attached to it. You will. I’m simply funding it. I don’t want you to think that I’m trying to keep you connected to me if you don’t want to be.”

Nicola parted her lips to say something but then stopped. She had no idea what to even say to that. She’d never expected something like this.

“Like I told you last night, I want you to get everything that you want and deserve and more. This is just one way to guarantee that’ll happen. And it’ll help Alanna, too. Consistency of care is important.”

“I don’t have words.” Nicola moved in and kissed Abagail hard. “Does the rest of the world know how soft you are?”

“I’m not soft,” Abagail said, her lips moving into a slight pout before she masked the look immediately. “I just think that there are a lot of problems in the world, and sometimes, money can solve them.”

Nicola laughed lightly. “Fuck, I love you.” She moved in swiftly, capturing Abagail’s lips in a heated and happy kiss. She laughed again when she pulled away and grinned. “I need to tell Aunt Simone and Alanna.”

“Sure, but not right now. It’s barely even morning.” Abagail pulled her leg up over Nicola’s hip and tugged her impossibly closer. “And I don’t know about you, but I don’t stay up all night often, and I’m plain worn out.”

“Are you saying you want to go to sleep?” Nicola asked.

“Yeah, in a minute.” Abagail kissed her. This time, she deepened it. She slid her tongue along Nicola’s lips until Nicola parted them to admit her.

Abagail hummed, moving a hand down Nicola’s chest to the strap still attached. It took some maneuvering, but Abagail managed to wiggle her fingers under the straps and plant her fingers against Nicola’s pussy.

“I think I owe you something first.”

“You don’t owe me anything—ever.” Nicola kissed her again. “But I’m not sure I’ll ever say no to another orgasm.”

Abagail chuckled and inserted two fingers inside Nicola before removing her fingers and finding her clit. “How hard?’

“Hard and fast. Like you, I’m exhausted after last night.”

“Good.” Abagail didn’t wait. She moved her fingers across Nicola’s clit, much like Nicola had done to her only minutes before.

They kissed. Nicola closed her eyes, concentrating on the pleasure that Abagail was teasing out of her, of the way that she couldn’t quite move back like she wanted to because they were still connected by the strap, of the fact that Abagail had this hold on her that she never wanted to shake. She liked it.

Being possessed by someone who was so strong and confident, who knew how to do things that Nicola would never even dream of.

Nicola wrapped her arm around Abagail’s back, tugging their bodies even closer.

She held onto Abagail tightly, letting Abagail fuck her into oblivion and then some.

She wanted to fall asleep in Abagail’s arms, wake up when it was warm and her brain was fogging from the lack of caffeine, and start to plan for her future.

A plan that she never thought she’d be able to make.

But because of Abagail, it was possible.

Nicola gasped, the moan escaping her lips unexpectedly.

She pressed her forehead into Abagail’s shoulder and closed her eyes, feeling each swipe of Abagail’s fingers against her, each breath Abagail took as her chest moved, as the air blew across her cheeks.

Nicola hyper-focused on all of it and pushed everything else from her mind.

“I’m so close,” Nicola whispered. “I’m all yours.”

Abagail kissed her cheek and then her lips, stealing Nicola’s breath.

Nicola came. It wasn’t an explosion of an orgasm, but it was a slow slide from buildup to gentle pleasure.

She closed her eyes and held onto Abagail long and hard, needing the closeness more than the touches and the sensations.

She kissed Abagail, again and again, her heart soaring with happiness and joy.

They weren’t very different from each other, were they?

And maybe, just maybe, Nicola might get the happy ending she’d always wanted. Even if it didn’t look like she’d once thought it would.

Pulling the toy out of Abagail, Nicola slipped it off and shoved it onto the nightstand.

She’d deal with it later. Right now, she wanted Abagail in her arms, and she wanted sleep to blanket both of them.

Curling up behind Abagail, Nicola wrapped their bodies together and sighed contentedly against Abagail.

“I love you,” she whispered, not even worrying or caring if Abagail didn’t respond in kind. She just wanted Abagail to know that she was loved, that the feeling and the emotion was there for Nicola.

Maybe that could be enough.

Because Nicola knew one thing for sure—this was who she wanted.

Abagail.

No one else.