Page 9 of Don’t You Dare Marry Me (Love in Massachusetts #3)
“No thanks?” Abagail mumbled. She hated being told no, especially when all she was trying to do was help when she didn’t have to. Didn’t people understand that she rarely did that? She wasn’t one to just give handouts, ever.
“I don’t take handouts.”
“It’s not a handout if you work for me.” Abagail frowned again and tried to talk herself out of this, but it wasn’t working. She squared her shoulders and put conditioner in her hair. She had to get dressed and ready for work soon. “And trust me, I don’t give handouts.”
Nicola crossed her arms and stared at her oddly. Abagail finished rinsing her hair and came to a stop, eyeing Nicola over. “What?”
“What would I be doing for you, exactly?”
“Well, you can work in my bar, since I know you have experience as a bartender and waitress.” Abagail bit the inside of her cheek. But if Nicola had been asking for that amount of cash and she needed it quickly, then the bar job wasn’t going to be enough.
“I’ll take it, but it won’t be enough.” Nicola sighed heavily.
“Then work for me.” Abagail stepped in closer, wrapping her arm around Nicola’s back and tugging her in closely.
“I often have companions for several weeks, up to a month, so it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for you to join me for that length of time.
It’d give you a roof over your head so you’re not sleeping in your car, and well… more of last night.”
“And this morning?” Nicola pressed her palm over Abagail’s breast, teasing her nipple with the side of her thumb. “Because I won’t lie and say that revenge fucking you was a mistake. It was delicious.”
Abagail chuckled at that, a smile playing at her lips. “It was good.”
“Just good?” Nicola raised an eyebrow in a tease. “Oh, I can make it better.”
“Will you?” Abagail scraped her short nails against the small of Nicola’s back, her heart racing. This was easily a way they could both get something out of this arrangement.
“You do realize that you’re essentially asking me to sell my body to you. And I’ll be honest, sex work was probably where I was headed.”
Abagail tensed at that. “Are you serious?”
Nicola shrugged slightly and pulled away, her cheeks rushing with a rouge that Abagail had never seen on her before.
She was embarrassed by that fact. More now than ever, Abagail knew that she couldn’t just let Nicola walk out of the house and never see her again.
She had to do something to at least help Nicola get back on her feet.
Abagail snagged Nicola’s hand and spun her, pushing her into the wall and pressing their wet naked bodies together.
Nicola was at least three inches taller than her, but when they were this close, it didn’t make that much of a difference.
Abagail pressed her fingers to Nicola’s throat, then trailed them down her chest and over her collar bones to her small, pert breasts.
She’d loved touching Nicola’s breasts last night, teasing them with her fingers and her mouth.
She’d loved bending over and letting Nicola spank her until she was ready to come just from the mix of pain and pleasure that washed through her.
“I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to,” Abagail whispered, looking directly into Nicola’s eyes, her jaw set. “Never.”
“I-I know you won’t,” Nicola stuttered, her eyes widening. “Why would you think that I’d think that?”
“If you go into sex work, you lose a lot of control.”
“Depends on how you do it,” Nicola whispered. “With technology…”
Abagail shook her head. “It’ll follow you for the rest of your life.
Stay here, work at my bar, get back on your feet, and let me pay you.
” Abagail moved her hand down lower, right between Nicola’s legs.
She slid her middle finger deep inside Nicola, pressing her palm against Nicola’s clit. “Don’t make stupid decisions again.”
“Again?” Nicola groaned out the word, dropping her hips down onto Abagail’s hand.
“Yes. Again.” Abagail scraped her teeth along Nicola’s neck, thrusting her hand and fingers even deeper inside Nicola.
This would be so much better if she had a strap with her, but those were still dirty and in a pile on the bed.
She’d love to fuck Nicola against a wall with her cock buried deep inside her.
“Don’t let other people rule your life.”
Nicola moaned, her voice reverberating around the shower, music to Abagail’s ears.
“Trust me to take care of you, just for a little while.” Abagail bent down and covered Nicola’s breast with her mouth, pulling her nipple into a hard point and flicking her tongue over it.
“Yes!” Nicola shouted, her hand on the back of Abagail’s head and pushing their bodies closer together. “Yes.”
Abagail continued to fuck her with her fingers, as hard and as fast as she could.
Nicola raised her leg up onto Abagail’s hip, widening her stance and changing the angle.
She looked down, locking their gazes together.
Abagail held her stance, fucking Nicola until she came, until there was the tender pull of her body against Abagail’s slick fingers.
She moved in, capturing Nicola’s lips in a brutal, hard, and deep kiss.
“Clean yourself up,” Abagail ordered. “I have to go to work.”
She left the shower and wrapped a soft fuzzy towel around her body.
Nicola stayed in the shower while Abagail left and walked to her own bedroom to get dressed and ready for the day.
She’d figure out exactly why she’d made the offer later, when she had more time to think it through.
Until then, she was just happy to know that Nicola would be there when she got home that night.
She’d need the release.