Page 112 of If Love Had A Price (If Love 3)

Chapter Thirty

Nate discovered there was a downside to getting the best blowjob of his life in his car: he could no longer drive without getting hard. Every time he got behind the wheel, he pictured Kris’s head bobbing up and down on his cock andbam!Instant hard-on.

“You’ve ruined me,” he said, feeding her another strawberry and watching with interest as a trickle of juice slid down her chin. “I’m going to have to constantly take care of myself in my car now. If I get pulled over by the cops for lewd behavior, it’s your fault.”

Kris swallowed the fruit and laughed. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?”

“Lots of phone and cybersex?”

Nate thought about it. “That works.” He leaned forward and slowly licked the juice off her chin before he moved his mouth up and grazed his teeth over her bottom lip.

He’d borrowed his friend Will’s boat again for their last night together in L.A. It only seemed fitting, considering this was where their official romance began.

Hell, at this point, the vessel held so much sentimentality for Nate he’d buy it from Will if he had the money.

“I’m going to miss how you taste,” he murmured. “I should eat my fill tonight. Enough to last me for another month.” After that, it was going to be him, his hand, and Kris’s voice, if he was lucky.

Depressing as hell, but better than nothing. He’d take Kris any way he could get her. If that meant long stretches of lonely nights until the next time he could see her, then so be it.

“Only if I get to feast, too,” Kris said, her voice hoarser than usual.

“You drive a hard bargain.” Nate traced circles on her inner thigh with his thumb. “Okay. Unlimited feasting tonight for both of us, phone sex every hour, cybersex every day,andone of us visits the other at least once every three months.”

Once every three months wasn’t nearly enough, not when he wanted to be with her every second of every day, but it made sense given their schedules.

“Nate!” Amusement twinkled in her eyes, and he ate that shit up like candy. He loved seeing Kris like this—unguarded, her joy and zest for life shining through the walls she’d erected around herself. He knew very few people had the privilege of witnessing this side of her, and he wasn’t taking it for granted. “If we had phone sex every hour, we would do nothing else.”

“I fail to see the problem. Also, might I remind you, you promised me—and I quote— ‘lotsof phone and cybersex?’”

Kris’s mouth twitched. “Fine. Phone sex twice a week and cybersex once a week.”

“What? That’s not a lot,” Nate grumbled. “I feel cheated. Gypped. Robbed.”

She rolled her eyes, but her laughter sparkled in the night air. “We don’t want it to lose its magic. If we had cybersex every day, don’t you think we’d get bored?”

“Not at all.” He heaved a deep sigh. “But fine, I agree to your terms.” He swept his palm down the length of her thigh and gently squeezed her knee. “Honestly, I’d take anything. Phone/cybersex or no. I’m just happy to be with you, even if we’re not together physically.”

God, that was sappy, but Nate meant every word. Yes, he loved having sex with Kris, but if he had to choose between sex with her for a short while and no sex but a lifetime by her side, he’d choose the lifetime option. No question.

Kris’s eyes, mouth, and body softened all at once until she was melting into him—her curves pressed against his, her gaze locked on his own. “We’re really doing this, huh?”

“Yeah.” Nate’s mouth tipped up. “A long-distance relationship. We’re going to kick its ass.”

He’d never been one to turn down a challenge. He was a fighter; so was Kris. They were going to make this L.A.-Seattle thing work, come hell or high water.

Besides, Kris only had one year of school left. After that, who knew?

They hadn’t discussed her post-graduation plans yet, but Nate hoped she’d return to L.A. for good. That, however, was a conversation for another time.

Tonight, he just wanted to enjoy the last hours of their summer together.

Speaking of which…

“I also have some news.” Nate cleared his throat, an uncharacteristic ripple of nerves cresting in his stomach. “It’s been in the works, but I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure.”

Kris’s brow arched a fraction of an inch. “Okay…”