Page 48 of Don’t You Dare Marry Me (Love in Massachusetts #3)

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“How was the party?” Nicola asked as soon as Abagail stepped into the house.

Abagail pursed her lips, dropping her gaze down Nicola’s body and back up.

She had wished Nicola had been with her, but she understood her reasons for avoiding that mess of a family.

Abagail hadn’t really wanted to attend Estelle’s annual New Year’s party either, but the shame and obligation that she show up for at least a part of it ate away at her.

“Satisfactory. No major drama.” Abagail stood in the middle of the den, continuing to eye Nicola over. What would it have been like to stay home with her and Alanna and have a New Year’s with people she actually cared about instead of with family she felt obligated to? “How was your evening?”

“Oh, not bad. Alanna fell asleep around ten.” Nicola giggled. “So much for staying up for the ball to drop.”

Abagail nodded, pulling at the buttons on her jacket to shuck it.

The dress she’d worn that night was a simple black dress that formed to her curves.

She’d added silver and gold jewelry to it but kept it simple.

“Warren and Chaya are in the middle of an argument, but at least he’s managed to keep a job for two months. ”

Nicola hummed, her lips pressed into a thin line. Abagail supposed she wasn’t all that interested in hearing about Warren, but the argument had sparked thoughts that were continuing to run wild through Abagail’s brain. Ones she wasn’t able to turn off.

“They were arguing about a prenup and what it should include.”

“I suppose Warren came to his much wiser Aunt Abagail for advice on that front.”

Abagail nodded, taking off her jacket and throwing it over the chair. She ran her hand through her hair as she stepped closer to Nicola, half stalking her as she moved slowly. “They did, and I had very little advice.”

“You? I don’t believe that.” Nicola laughed lightly but nervously. But was she anxious about the way Abagail was moving toward her or the topic of conversation itself?

“I’ve never been married, Nic.” Abagail cupped her cheek and pulled her in for a kiss. She stepped forward, pushing Nicola backward. “Why would I know anything about prenups?”

“Because you’re not stupid.” Nicola laughed and pressed her hands against Abagail’s hips, half-pulling her backward toward the stairs. “Are we going to your room tonight or mine?”

“Your choice.” Abagail smiled, loving that Nicola knew exactly what she was seeking. She moved in, pressing their lips together in a deeper, longer kiss. “But it got me thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” Nicola breathed heavily. She walked around Abagail so that she was behind her and started to pull at the zipper on Abagail’s dress, slowly moving it down. The chilly air in the house hit Abagail’s skin, but it was quickly warmed by Nicola’s hands.

“Marriage.”

Nicola tensed. Abagail didn’t even have to be looking at her to see that reaction.

She could feel it. Abagail wanted to turn around and look at her, see every reaction in her face, but she was so scared by it too.

They’d found a nice rhythm between them, but intuitively, Abagail knew that Nicola still wanted more.

“Do you still want to get married?” Abagail asked, tentatively.

Nicola dropped her hands from Abagail’s back. Abagail turned around, but Nicola wouldn’t look up at her, her face drawn and her shoulders tight.

“Nic…” Abagail trailed off, no clue what to say in order to entice this conversation to continue. She hadn’t even been sure why she brought it up. “Do you still want to get married someday?”

“I don’t think we need to talk about this.”

“Yes, we do.” Abagail reached for Nicola’s fingers and grasped them tightly. “We need to talk about it more than we do. I know this isn’t what you wanted when you started a relationship with someone, and so I need to make sure that you’re okay with it.”

“Relationship?” Nicola furrowed her brow in confusion. “We’re not in a relationship, Abs.”

“I think I tried to convince myself of that before, but I was lying to myself. This is a relationship.” Abagail worried her lower lip.

It hadn’t hit her until Warren had been talking about the prenup and about making plans for the future stability of his partner.

Abagail had done all of that for Nicola already.

She hadn’t needed it reciprocated in the least, so that hadn’t been a concern, but she’d made sure to set up Nicola and Alanna so that they could live without financial struggle for years to come.

“If we’re in a relationship, then I’m fine with what we have. I don’t need anything more.” Nicola smiled at her, stepping closer so that their chests brushed. “I love you, that’s what matters to me.”

“But what if you could get married?” Abagail asked. She wasn’t sure why she was pressing the question so much, but she desperately wanted an answer.

“Abs, stop. Just stop.”

“No.” Abagail shook her head. “No, I don’t want to. Is that something you still want?”

“Yes,” Nicola whispered. “Yes, I still want that, but I’m willing to not do that if it means being with you.”

Abagail’s lips thinned into a line, and she looked down between them, at their joined hands, at the connection they so clearly already shared. She still had no desire to be married, to be confined in that way, legally bound to someone. But it didn’t seem so repulsive now as it once did.

Then again, maybe that’s just because the only time Abagail even thought about it, it was in relation to Nicola.

“But you said you won’t get married, so I don’t need that.”

Abagail nodded. She closed her eyes and pulled Nicola toward her, pressing their foreheads together. She breathed in Nicola’s scent and listened to Nicola’s breaths, the gentle rise and fall of them, the sounds around the house, the way the house felt, the way she felt.

“That wasn’t the question I was asking, and thank you for answering.” Abagail lifted up her chin and pressed their lips together in a quick kiss. “I appreciate your honesty.”

Nicola frowned. “But what does that mean?”

“Nothing,” Abagail answered, a smile in her voice. “Nothing. Not unless you want it to. It just had me thinking tonight, that’s all.”

“You spent all night thinking about marriage and me?”

“Well, not all night.” Abagail grinned broadly then, her eyes glittering with mischief. “I did also think about you tying me up and fucking me raw until the image and memory of the last few hours left my brain.”

Nicola gave a full-bodied laugh. “You really do have one thing on your mind most of the time, don’t you?”

“You bet your ass I do.” Abagail dragged Nicola in hard, their mouths locking together in a kiss that stole her breath. She ran her hands down Nicola’s back, against her ass, tugging her in even tighter as their tongues collided in a duel for possession and passion.

Breaking the kiss sharply, Abagail took a step away.

She beckoned Nicola with just a look before turning on her toes and starting straight up the stairs.

They’d limited sex in the main areas of the house since Alanna had come to stay there, and for this, Abagail absolutely wanted to be alone with Nicola.

The questions Warren had asked kept popping up in Abagail’s mind.

The way he hadn’t known anything about the finances or the structure of the family funds and businesses and just exactly how the family had so much money.

But he also wasn’t asking the questions to learn either.

He’d simply assumed it would all still be there once he got married because of the confines Abagail had put on him months ago.

And the ones she still hadn’t quite lifted.

She ran her fingers through her hair, stepping into Nicola’s bedroom and pushing her dress off her shoulders.

The fabric fell and pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it and reached behind her back to unhook the clasp of her bra.

She threw a look over her shoulder, finding Nicola standing there, no longer clothed in her shirt, and a stunning set of nipple clamps hanging from each nipple, chained together.

“I see you were planning for tonight.”

“I told you I would,” Nicola said with a smirk. “Bend over.”

“Yes,” Abagail murmured, dragging her gaze from Nicola’s breasts to between her legs. Just what was she hiding under that mini skirt that she loved to wear any time they were going to play? Abagail’s mouth watered at just the thought.

Nicola ran just her fingertips over Abagail’s ass, tickling her until she reached under the elastic of her thong and snapped it against her hip. Abagail gasped, her pussy already tingling with anticipation. When the hell had that happened so fast?

In the last six months, Abagail hadn’t thought of anyone else.

Not that she usually thought of specific people when she was in a fling with someone, but she did typically think about sex and how sex would be with someone else.

But with Nicola, none of those thoughts had run through her brain.

Every single encounter that she could dream up involved Nicola.

But Warren’s questions had sparked a small fear inside her, and it was one that Abagail needed to analyze before she made any decisions. And she didn’t want him to get his hands on her money, on everything that she’d worked so damn hard for that he would waste away in seconds.

The slap against her ass was sharp and bright. Abagail groaned, pressing her face into the bed and closing her eyes.

“Stop thinking about whatever’s distracting you, Abs. I’m here right now, and you should be focused on me.”

Abagail nodded. Nicola was right, of course. That was a part of why Abagail had come home so ready for this. She gripped the blanket, her fingers tightening in the fabric to keep her right where she wanted to be. Away from the family drama and right at Nicola’s hands and lips.

Nicola pressed that delicate mouth against Abagail’s ass, kissing right where she’d spanked.

The contrast between the hard hit and the gentle kiss was Abagail’s undoing.

She had to put everything she could into Nicola.

She deserved it, and Abagail wanted to be the one who was going to make that happen for her.

Another slap.

“Abs, seriously, quit letting drama distract you.”

Except it wasn’t drama. It was resolution. Abagail lifted up on her elbows and looked over her shoulder. Nicola was completely naked now, save for the nipple clamps still attached to her breasts, and the strap. Abagail bit back her groan as she dropped her gaze down and then up Nicola’s body.

“Fuck me hard,” Abagail demanded. She wasn’t going to let anyone take this from her. She wanted Nicola, that much was clear. She just had to figure out exactly what she was going to do about it and when.

Nicola stepped closer, pushing her hand in between Abagail’s shoulder blades and pushing her down into the bed again.

She spanked Abagail, and then she did it again and again.

Her fingers were red hot coming in against Abagail’s skin.

And each time they connected, Abagail groaned with anticipation and pleasure.

“Fuck me,” she said again.

“I love it when you beg.” Nicola dipped two fingers inside Abagail, and just that simple touch made Abagail’s knees go weak.

“I want you inside me,” Abagail whispered. Her entire body was a mess of anticipation. Sex with Nicola never did disappoint. And this was going to be no different than every other time they’d done this. “I want you. ” She hoped Nicola could understand what she was saying without actually saying.

Nicola pressed against her ass, dragging her tongue down Abagail’s spine to the swell of her ass before she bit.

Abagail cried out, a shock wave of pleasure rushing through her in an instant.

Once that calmed slightly, she closed her eyes and kept her fingers tightly wrapped in the blanket.

She wanted to touch herself so bad, to feel herself come, but she knew it’d be so much better if Nicola did it.

Nicola put one leg in between Abagail’s and parted her legs slightly.

This was it. Abagail’s lips turned upward into a smile as the toy added pressure right between her legs.

She breathed in as Nicola inserted it, as she slid her hand around to tease Abagail’s clit.

The move was slow at first, but then Nicola picked up pace.

Abagail clenched her eyes shut tight, shuddering as each wave of pleasure built up in her one after the other. She was already so close to bursting, but she focused on anything other than the sensations. She wanted to make this last.

Snaking her hand underneath Abagail’s chest, Nicola grabbed onto her breast and squeezed. She found Abagail’s hardened nipple and pinched it. Abagail cried out loudly, burying her face in the blankets to curve her back up and give Nicola some more space.

“I have so many plans for you tonight,” Nicola whispered against Abagail’s back, clutching her breast tightly. “Are you ready for a good fucking?”

“Y-yes,” Abagail answered, trying to concentrate on everything that was happening to her.

“I’m going to tie you up and make you come so many times you forget my name.”

Abagail shivered, pushing her ass back into Nicola’s body.

The press of the toy inside her sent sizzles of pleasure raging through her.

She bit her lip and clenched her eyes at the sensations.

Her brain spun. Nicola had planned every second of their interaction tonight.

They were so good for each other, weren’t they?

Abagail would never find someone else like Nicola. She had no doubt of that.

Nicola picked up her pace, thrusting into Abagail from behind at a brutal pace. She slid her hand down and pressed it back between Abagail’s legs, toying with her clit and finding a matching rhythm, one that was going to take Abagail over the edge.

“Nic,” Abagail said, the name getting lost on her tongue. “Nic, so close.”

“Come for me, Abs. Let yourself go.”

Abagail cried out loudly, her voice echoing around the room as she tensed and pushed back against Nicola even more.

Nicola stopped, holding onto Abagail’s hips, her fingers tight against her skin as she just held her.

Abagail’s head spun. Breathing was hard but not impossible.

Her ears rang with white noise. She stayed right where she was, letting everything move through her, take her, consume her, release her.

And Nicola was there with her through it all.

Holding her.

Touching her.

Kissing her.

Loving her.