Page 7 of Don’t You Dare Marry Me (Love in Massachusetts #3)

Did she want to go again already? Well, Nicola wasn’t going to play that game.

She was the one in charge here, even though she was fairly certain that Abagail would insist she was the one in control.

Nicola scraped her teeth against Abagail’s hip and across the top of her thigh.

She refused to let Abagail push her face any closer to her pussy.

Instead, she just breathed in that scent, reveling in it and memorizing it.

Warren would roll over and die if he knew this was happening. Just that thought brought a smile to Nicola’s lips, and she bit Abagail again.

“Ma’am?”

“Just park,” Abagail barked out the order.

The driver got out of the car, shutting the door behind him.

Nicola relaxed slightly, knowing they were finally alone—well, as alone as she suspected they could be.

She was pretty sure Abagail had people all around her all the time, but that she was still one of the loneliest souls on the face of the planet.

“I’m not sure I can walk,” Abagail admitted, her body relaxing. “That was…intense.”

Nicola hummed, still kissing and scraping her teeth against Abagail’s skin. She hadn’t removed her fingers yet, still wanting Abagail to feel her inside, to know that she was the one in charge here. Then it hit her.

She was in charge.

“Get up,” Nicola ordered, pulling away and sitting back on her haunches. She loved looking at Abagail’s swollen pussy lips, the light glinting off the wetness that coated her still. Nicola licked her fingers clean and then pushed open the door. “Now, Abagail.”

Abagail groaned, but she pushed herself upward slowly.

Waiting outside the vehicle was the hardest thing that Nicola had done that night.

Even harder than walking into the bar and finding Abagail to give the ring back.

Even harder than pretending like none of this hurt her.

Because it did hurt. Desperately. Heartbreakingly.

She sucked in a sharp breath and held back the tears and waited for Abagail to step out of the car with her pants and shirt back in place.

“You better be well stocked with everything that I want to use on you tonight.” Nicola crossed her arms, loving the way Abagail’s gaze dropped to her breasts before flicking up to her face. They were both in this for sex and nothing else.

“And if I don’t?” Abagail stretched her back, both hands just above her ass as she pushed her hips and chest forward.

“Then I expect you to find one of your minions and have them go shopping.”

Abagail chuckled lightly, her lips quirking to the side. “I’ll get right on that.”

Nicola glanced toward the only door that could possibly lead into the house and walked directly toward it.

She was done waiting for Abagail to lead the way, and if she was the one in charge, then she was going to have to start acting like it.

She heard Abagail following her, her shoes against the wood floors.

“Go up the stairs,” Abagail said from behind her.

Nicola glanced over her shoulder, surprised that Abagail had given her directions, but it wasn’t like she’d been in this house before.

She raised an eyebrow when her eyes locked on Abagail’s hands at her front, pulling the buttons of her jacket loose while she dragged it off her shoulders and dropped it onto the floor next to her.

Abagail gave her a pointed look in return.

“The room you’re looking for is the third door on the left.”

“And you’re stripping on the way up,” Nicola added, needing more of this strip tease that Abagail had accidentally started.

Abagail’s cheeks pinked, but she nodded and started to pull at the buttons by her wrists. “You seem to have sobered on the drive.”

“And did you?” Nicola answered, taking a step backward. Abagail started with the buttons by her breasts.

“No.”

“Want to stop?”

“No,” Abagail repeated, finishing with the buttons and pulling the end of her shirt out from her pants. “Do you?”

“Fuck no.” Nicola grinned broadly, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she took another step and reached the bottom of the stairs. “I fully expect you to reciprocate. In fact, I demand that you do.”

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” Abagail’s voice dropped low, a husky quality to it that hadn’t been there before.

The shirt was off, and the thin creamy fabric fluttered to the ground as Abagail dropped it.

She reached for the railing on the stairs and pulled off her shoes one at a time, undoing the laces before she stood back up straight. “Do you?”

“No.” Nicola’s voice cracked on the word. She’d been so entranced with every move that Abagail was making that she’d barely managed to figure out what answer she was supposed to give. “No, I don’t.”

Nicola took a step up the stairs, still moving backward and slowly. She felt way overdressed now, but Abagail didn’t seem to care. Her underwear was damp, and her pussy tingled and clenched each time she took a step.

Abagail started on her pants next, pulling the button and zipper down and then shucking them down her hips so they dropped to the stairs below her.

Her underwear was practical, smooth across her body.

Nicola’s heart raced. She was going to love this.

She reached the top of the stairs and sat down on the landing.

Abagail continued to walk up, pulling her bra off next, followed shortly by the last piece of cloth covering her.

She was stunning.

Her hips were wide, her breasts large, and her curves were gorgeous. Streaks of stretch marks and cellulite crossed the insides of her thighs, which brushed together as she took a step and jiggled slightly when she put her bare foot down onto the wood step three down from where Nicola stood.

Could Nicola snag her and tongue fuck her again here?

God, that’d be amazing.

Abagail stopped one stair below her, standing firmly in place with her hands out to her sides. “Do I meet your approval?”

“Most definitely.” Nicola gave into the intrusive thought and reached out, slapping Abagail’s ass with a loud clap. Abagail groaned and shifted forward slightly, her eyes fluttering shut. “Like that?”

“Yes,” Abagail answered, her jaw tight.

“Come here.” Nicola grabbed Abagail by the hips and tugged her forward.

She slipped to the side, moving to stand behind her.

The wave of dizziness should have been a warning, but she ignored it as she bent Abagail down, a hand on the small of her back.

Abagail went quickly, her palms pressed to the floor and her ass in the air.

Nicola bit her lip as she brought her hand back down to meet Abagail’s ass again and again.

Red welts were left in her wake, and her own body was responding in kind, her pussy growing slicker by the second, her breathing ragged. She wanted to fuck Abagail right here and now, but she wasn’t going to do that just yet.

“Stand up,” Nicola said firmly, her voice carrying through the stairwell and down the hallway. “I want to fuck you.”

Groaning, Abagail used the railing to stand upright. She took a second, staring down at Nicola on the stair below and shaking her head. “I’m not the one you want revenge on.”

“No, but you’ll do for now.” Nicola clenched her teeth hard.

Is that what she was really feeling? Fuck, she hated when her emotions came up to bite her in the ass.

She needed to control herself better. Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she canted her head to the side and gave Abagail a pointed look. “Move.”

Abagail’s lips thinned slightly, but she did turn around and walk down the hallway toward the room she’d directed Nicola to earlier.

As she stepped inside, Nicola stripped out of her clothes and left them at the door.

They were both going to enter this room bare, stripped down to the very basis of who they were with nothing else to hide behind.

Abagail climbed onto the bed, and Nicola followed.

She lifted one of Abagail’s legs up, pressing her knee underneath it before straddling Abagail’s hip with the other.

She said nothing as she pressed their pussies together and rocked her hips.

Lightning shot through her, pleasure wrapping its way through her body and coiling deep inside her.

Nicola breathed deeply, settling her racing heart and keeping her rhythm steady.

Abagail shifted slightly, just enough to make the sensations all that much more intense than they had been before.

Shaking her head, Nicola stayed right where she was, grinding her pussy against Abagail’s, moving from a slow building up to a pace that she could barely even control. She was so close. She clenched her teeth together tightly, opening her eyes to stare down at Abagail.

“How close are you?”

“Right about the same.” Abagail struggled to make the words out, her fingers digging into Nicola’s thighs. “Don’t stop.”

Nicola was determined to get Abagail right where she wanted her before she let herself fall over that edge, at least this first time. Who knew if they’d have more time later on? But right now, her goal was orgasm. Her goal was fucking. Her goal was?—

“Fuuuuuck,” Nicola cried out, jerking with a start.

“I’m there,” Abagail mumbled, the words lost in the room as Nicola kept moving, pulling their orgasms deeper and longer, making them more intense.

She wasn’t sure how long it was, but when she finally slowed, her head was spinning so bad that she had to fall flat on her back and throw her arm over her face to block out the light from the room.

Her breathing was rapid and shallow, and she had to swallow hard to keep herself from barreling over into the nauseous drunk stage.

Minutes passed, Abagail lying next to her and doing nothing, as she calmed her raging body.

When Nicola finally uncovered her face, she turned her head and grinned broadly at Abagail, her lips bruised from kisses, her hair a mess, and her skin pink from being well and truly fucked.

Nicola burst out laughing, her voice ringing through the room as she shook her head, absolute joy taking over her.

“What?” Abagail asked.

“I should have fucked you years ago.”