Page 21 of I Could Be Yours (The Toronto Terror #6)

The disappointed high school graduate who waited for him to call revels in this new power.

But the other part, the one I’ve always struggled to keep on lock when I get into a new…

thing, wants to know why he never called, why he ghosted me all those years ago, even though he lusted after me.

But I can’t let that part of me out. Not now. Not with Nate.

“This is just about sex,” I declare. There’s conviction in my words. I mean it. I know better than to give my heart to this man. He’s beautiful, and delightfully grumpy, and competitive. And he’s smart, and driven, but he doesn’t want the same things I do.

He finds me intriguing now, but what happens when he sees behind the pretty veneer?

I can’t keep someone like Nate’s attention for long.

It doesn’t matter that the girl in me who craves acceptance and love wants to be the one to fix him.

Or that he’s appealing in so many damning, damaging ways.

The woman in me who’s cried endless tears over the wrong guy knows better.

I’ve given my heart to so many men who had no intention of keeping it safe. I won’t add him to the list.

He pulls back. For a moment I’m terrified of what he’s going to say. He drags a single finger from my temple to my chin, so wildly tender. “Is that what you want this to be?”

I nod, relieved, and run my fingers through his thick hair. “We can have an orgasm competition.”

His grin turns salacious. “Oh, sweetness, this is one wager I’d put money on.” He folds back on his knees and hooks his fingers into my pink lace and satin panties. “I love these, by the way. They are perfectly you.”

That small compliment tugs at soft places inside me. “Thanks.”

I lift my hips, and he drags them down my legs, tossing them over the edge of the bed.

He quickly rids himself of his pants, and then his hands find the backs of my knees.

He spreads me wide, his dark gaze locked on the glittering jewel piercing my clit.

He runs his hands up the inside of my thighs, utterly transfixed as he brushes his thumb over the piercing.

I groan and swivel my hips.

“That’s a sound I want on repeat.” He leans in and bites the sensitive flesh on the inside of my knee, sucking softly.

And then he kisses a path along my inner thigh.

Warm lips. Soft tongue. Sharp nip of teeth.

When he reaches the juncture, he frames my pussy with his palms, looks me in the eye, and flicks my hood piercing with his tongue.

I jolt. “Ah, fuck.”

“Too much?”

“Unexpected,” I clarify.

This time he laps gently at me, and I sigh.

“Better?”

“Yeah, better.” I nod.

He does it again, but the third time he covers the piercing with his mouth and sucks, tenderly, sweetly, like he’s testing me, learning what I like. “You taste so fucking good.”

He licks me again, and then sucks the piercing until I moan his name .

“You like that?”

I stroke his cheek. “I like that.”

He smiles and does it again, gauging my reaction, adjusting with every sigh and whimper and moan.

It’s exactly what I’d expect from Nate. Of course he’s a determined, conscientious lover.

Of course he wants to know what I like, because he’s on a quest to make me come, and if there is one thing Nate doesn’t do, it’s fail.

Except at love. So he doesn’t even try.

I drag myself back into the moment. He swirls his tongue, and my moan smooths the line between his eyes.

I can’t look away. He’s too beautiful, too intense, too perfect.

And when he shifts to ease a single finger inside and stroke me with the same rhythm as his tongue, I’m done for.

I come in waves, body humming with a torrent of sensation.

I’m drenched in desire, swirling in bliss.

He doesn’t stop, but he slows, gentles. I float like a feather back to earth before he takes me to the edge again and pushes me over.

Three times I come, each one more intense than the last.

I’m boneless and mindless by the time he pushes his boxers over his hips and kisses his way back up my body. He presses his lips softly to my cheek, body hovering above mine, eyes hot with need. “Can I kiss you?”

I nod, and he cups my face in his palms and claims my mouth. I grip his hair tightly, but he pulls back, dark eyes alight with curiosity as his bottom lip slides through his teeth. “Do you like the way you taste on my tongue?”

“I don’t not like it,” I hedge.

“I love the way you taste. I’d eat you for hours if I wasn’t worried about licking you raw,” he declares.

I laugh, and he smiles, and suddenly his erection slides across my slick skin and we both make needy, desperate sounds.

He strokes my cheek. “I want to be inside you. Can I be inside you? It’s okay if it’s not…if you’re not ready for…that. For me.”

There’s such vulnerability lurking under that dark-cloud facade. I feel like I’m seeing a very different version of this man, one I want more of. I’m so used to staying, even when I shouldn’t, but I can give him connection without letting him take my heart.

I sweep my finger along the edge of his jaw. “I would like you to fuck me, please, Nathan.”

He blinks down at me, and his cock kicks. “I’ll get a condom.”

“Okay.”

He finds his pants and retrieves a foil square. I take it from him and tear it open. He braces himself on one arm, watching as I roll it down his length. And then he settles between my thighs again and slides low.

His face contorts as I tilt my hips up and he fills me, one glorious inch at a time.

“Oh fuck.” He drops his head, and his lips find my neck. “Shit, Ess.” His entire body quakes, and he fists the sheets beside my head.

I stroke his cheek and encourage him to look at me. “Hey. Hi.”

“Essie, baby...” He groans.

“Feels good, huh?”

He laughs and drops his forehead to mine. “So much better than good.” His eyes are a little wild. “Are you okay? Is it okay?”

“It’s awesome. You’ve got a fantastically large cock, and I’m super full of it, so whenever you’re ready, you can fuck me right through this mattress to the floor.” I grin and tap his ass with my foot.

“I don’t know if you want to give me permission to do that.”

“Oh, I know I want that.” I bite his chin. “Come on, Nathan, teach my pussy a lesson.”

He shakes his head and frames my face with his hands. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

I don’t have time to come up with a saucy retort.

Because he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward.

At my loud, encouraging moan, he picks up the pace.

And does what I asked—hips slapping, bodies colliding, hands caressing.

He changes the angle so he hits just the right spot, and I come again.

I’m spinning in pleasure, drowning in the intensity of his eyes.

And when he comes, it’s fucking magnificent.

And definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, the best sex of my entire life.

Especially when he lies on top of me for minutes afterward, stroking my hair and kissing my neck. “That was fucking phenomenal.” He rolls to the side, manages the spent condom, and shifts to face me. “Want to order room service and then do that again?”

I grin. “Yes, absolutely.”

“Cool.” Nate grabs his phone from the nightstand and arranges the pillows so we’re half-sitting up. He stretches his arm across the pillows and pats them. “Come check out the menu.”

I bite my lip. “Are you trying to cuddle with me?”

His expression shifts to uncertainty, and my silly heart clenches. I think about the way he softens every time Rix hugs him. He was abandoned by his mother and raised in a house of competitive athletes. Inside this grumpy man is a boy who was probably starved for affection.

I roll into the space he’s made for me and drape myself over him like a human blanket. “I vote nothing with garlic, and we should definitely get dessert.” I scroll up the page. “Everything looks good.”

“Burger and fries?” he suggests.

“No onions, though.”

“Agreed. How about a fruit platter for some balance?”

“Good idea, and we can round it out with the brownie sundae?” I add.

“Sounds perfect.” He places the order and tosses the phone aside. “We have half an hour.” He rolls over on top of me and fits himself between my thighs. “I vote you let me play with your clit piercing again until the food arrives.”

“I mean, if that’s what you want to do.”

His smile makes my thighs and chest clench. “Oh, I want to.”

He kisses his way back down my body and makes himself comfortable. I’ve just come for the second time when there’s a knock at the door. I clap a hand over my mouth as Nate rolls off the bed. He’s naked and very, very erect. He swipes across his chin with the back of his hand.

“You can’t answer the door like that.” I point to his hard-on.

“If you answer the door naked, I’ll have to murder whoever is on the other side,” he states flatly, then calls out, “Just a second!”

I shrug into his shirt, fasten several buttons, and push him back so no one else gets an eyeful of dick.

I throw the door open, but immediately attempt to close it because it’s not room service on the other side. It’s Flip.

His mouth opens and closes.

“Did they bring extra chocolate sauce?” Nate asks.

“Honey bear, I would have brought you extra chocolate sauce if I’d known that was what you wanted.”

“Fuck. Flip?” Nate steps out from his hiding spot. His boxers don’t conceal his hard-on. “You said you got your own room.”

“I changed my mind. Too much temptation.” He turns to me. “Ess, come on, I can show you the time of your life.”

“I have known you since before you hit puberty, Flip. I was there for the voice cracks. I like you a lot better now, but still no.”

“You’ll fall for me one day.”

“I’ll think about it.”

The food shows up.

Flip surveys the tray eagerly. “I’m taking the fruit platter back to my other room. Ess, you know where to find me if he underperforms. ’Night, honey bear!” Flip grabs a handful of fries and the fruit platter and disappears down the hall.

Nate tips the delivery guy, and we sit on the couch to eat. Nate cuts the burger in half and offers me the bigger piece. I take the smaller one because I plan to do a lot of damage to the sundae.

“You don’t think Flip will say anything to Tristan, do you?” I pop a fry into my mouth.

“It’s not really his style.” Nate rearranges the pickle so it’s not hanging out of the bun. “Why? Are you worried about Rix finding out?”

“No, are you?” I abandon the fries and get to work on the sundae.

“About Rix? No.”

“But Tristan, yes?” I keep my voice light.

“I don’t know.”

My phone buzzes. I grab it from the floor in case it’s Rix. It’s not.

Flip

I’m getting drunk on tiny bottles of liquor.

See how good we are together?

Several pictures pop up, all of them with a sleeping Flip in the background and my smiling face superimposed on random women.

Essie

This is not the way.

“What the fuck? Why are you in bed with Flip?” Nate looks like he’s about to throw down.

“It’s photoshop.” The you idiot is implied in my tone. Flip has always been like family to me, and that will never change. I’m pretty sure he’s only flirting with me because it irritates Nate.

“Right. Yeah. I knew that.”

“I do not shit where I eat. Which is why what’s happening here is just sex and nothing else.” Literally everyone else is getting laid, and no-commitment Nate is the perfect dick to ride into the Vegas dawn. “I have a really great idea.” I hold up the extra chocolate sauce.

Nate arches a brow.

I sink to my knees in front of him. “Wanna find out how much chocolate-dipped cock I can swallow?”