Page 20 of Nave (Henchmen MC: Next Generation #14)

Lolly

Nave wasn’t wrong about the party.

Sometime just before the sun went down, Spike came crashing through the front door with his arm thrown over the shoulders of two blondes in barely-there bikinis.

Behind him were Cain, Rune, Perish, and then Croft with another six women.

Everyone was sun-drenched and overheated, but they paused inside only to make mixed drinks before heading out into the pool.

After that, the party just kept getting wilder and wilder. Pool games became beer pong and strip poker. Though, well, no one had much clothing on. So it went from tame to tits-out pretty quickly.

When I asked Nave if it was always like this, he shrugged and said it depended on who was single or not. Apparently, Sully and Dezi had also been big partiers. In their place now, it seemed, was Spike. With Cain, Perish, Rune, and Croft being very willing participants.

At some point, Edith took herself back into the bedroom, curling up on the dog bed on the floor when I didn’t immediately follow behind to put her on the bed.

Some time after that, Croft begged Nave to run out and grab more margarita mix since he was the only sober person around.

Feeling weird being in the middle of the party and not participating, I made my way back to Nave’s room, washed all the sweat and chlorine off my skin, then climbed into the bed, listening to the music thrum.

Somehow, someway, I found myself drifting off.

It was the soft click of the dresser, somehow heard over the music and laughter still going on in the main area of the clubhouse, that startled me awake.

And there was Nave.

In nothing but a low-slung towel that was a bit too small for his frame. I watched as a bead of water slipped down from his hair, gliding down his back.

Did I have an urge to go over there and lick it?

Yes, yes, I did.

He noticed me first, wincing.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I just wanted to grab a shower and clothes before I head out.”

“Out?”

“Of the room,” he clarified. “To crash.”

I’d been wrong earlier.

About the moment passing.

Because here it was again.

“You don’t have to crash somewhere else.” I scooted back on the bed to make room for him.

“I’m not asking to—”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering.” I paused, shooting him a smile. “I see why you like that phrase so much now.”

A deep, rumbling laugh moved through him at that.

“You’re sure?”

I wasn’t sure the last time I’d been so certain of anything in my life.

I shifted up onto my knees and crept to the end of the bed. Reaching out, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward me.

And when he was close enough, my hands grew bold enough to slide down his sides, to grab the material of the towel, to pull it down until it pooled on the floor at his feet.

“I’m sure,” I said as he sucked in a surprised breath.

My hands flattened on his bare hips as his lifted to frame my face.

Then he was lowering his face toward mine.

The kiss stole the breath from my lungs, making a little shiver course through me.

My hands slipped upward, feeling the muscles in his stomach twitch and tense under my touch.

Nave’s lips slanted over mine, his tongue teasing the seam until mine sighed open, inviting him in.

He deepened the kiss as my arms went around his neck, pressing our chests together. With nothing but a thin tank top on, I could feel the heat of him against me, the hard lines against my soft curves.

Nave’s hand shifted to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair.

Against him, my nipples twisted into tightened points of need that had a low rumble vibrating through him.

Against me, I could feel the thick, hard press of his need—as demanding as the clawing ache deep inside me.

One of my hands moved down, sliding over his ribs, then his hip, and, finally, between us, closing my hand around his length.

A groan escaped him, making him break the kiss. His forehead pressed to mine, his breathing going fast and shallow as my hand slid down him, reveling in his soft skin, in the way his hips bucked to drive himself deeper into my touch.

Emboldened by his reaction, I worked him faster, tip to base, teasing my finger across the head of him, grazing his balls, until his fingers were digging into my neck, until he was panting and rocking along with my hand.

For a few short moments, I forgot all about my own needs.

Nave, however, didn’t.

His hands slid downward, gathering the bottom of my shirt and dragging it upward until I was forced to release him to let him slip off my shirt.

He tossed it carelessly to the side as his heated gaze slipped from my face to take me in.

My skin warmed, and my heart swelled at the almost reverent look in his eyes.

His hand moved out, fingertips skimming over my breast for a moment before closing around it and squeezing. Then his other hand lifted as well, touching, teasing.

A soft moan escaped me, my head falling back, my chest pressing more against his touch.

Nave’s thumbs and forefingers sought my nipples, circling, pinching, and rolling.

My need was a constant, throbbing ache that had my moans turning into needy whimpers.

Nave’s hands slid down the slope of my back, then cupped my ass for a second before continuing down behind my legs, pulling until I was dropping down on my butt.

He pressed me flat on the mattress before reaching down for my waistband for my shorts and panties, then gently working them down and off.

Anticipation fluttered across my skin, rolling around in my belly.

Nave’s gaze held mine, his eyelids heavy with his own desire, as his fingers grazed the sides of my ankles, calves, knees. They shifted inward there, grabbing my kneecaps and slowly spreading my legs.

His hands slid up my thighs, sinking in at the tops, then pulling me closer to the edge of the bed.

Before I could even suck in a steadying breath, he was kneeling down, and his lips kissed up my inner thigh.

The second his lips met the core of me, my back arched off the mattress, and my knees clamped to the sides of his head as a deep, long moan escaped me.

Against me, he groaned, the vibration against my cleft making my pleasure build.

My hands slid down, sifting into his soft, damp hair, holding him against me as his tongue traced around my clit, hinting at what I wanted without quite giving it to me.

My legs were shaking, my breath coming in frantic, shallow gasps.

“Nave, please,” I cried.

Then he gave me what we both knew I needed, his tongue working me slowly, relentlessly, driving me up.

My hips rocked restlessly as my fingers curled more tightly in his hair.

His hand slid between us, his fingers teasing at the entrance to my body until my moans grew louder and louder, then gliding inside, curled to the top to engage my top wall.

It was just a few more circles of his tongue and flicks of his fingers before the pleasure shot through me, making me let out a choked cry as I came.

Nave worked me through it, making it roll, dragging it out until I was panting and shaking.

My legs fell open, releasing his head.

But my hands didn’t release him.

I tugged harder on his hair as he kissed across my belly, forcing him upward, his skin brushing mine, making goosebumps prick my skin at the feel of him.

His weight came down on me, new yet familiar, like our bodies were always meant to be like this.

Nave’s head dipped, lips teasing across my neck, making my belly go liquid once again.

I should have been satisfied.

Instead, the need felt even more intense than before, every inch of skin, each nerve poised, expectant.

His tongue flicked the pulse point in my throat on his path downward.

I lost some of his weight as he braced on his forearms. The disappointment was short-lived, though.

Because the next thing I knew, he was sucking my nipple into his mouth, making an almost pained cry escape me.

I arched into the sensation. His lips were pulsing, then his tongue was circling, his teeth were grazing.

Sensation overwhelmed me as he moved across my chest, continuing his sweet, hot exploration.

It wasn’t until my hands were in his hair again, dragging him upward, that he relented and came over me again.

His lips took mine—hard, hungry, borderline bruising in their intensity.

My hands were all over him then, grazing his arms, shoulders, back, then sinking into his ass until his hard length pressed against where I needed it most.

His breath shuddered out of him as a moan escaped me at the thick promise of him.

I was shameless then, bringing my legs up around his hips, heels digging into his ass to keep him against me as my hips rocked restlessly.

Nave moved with me, driving me up until I was gasping for breath, until I was trembling with need.

Only then did he balance his weight, reaching into the nightstand, slipping away from me to protect us, then coming down on me again, kissing me long and deep.

Our bodies rocked until the desire for more overtook us both.

Nave pressed up, watching me with hungry eyes as his hips shifted back. I felt the press of him for just a moment before he slid deep inside, his hiss muffled by my moan.

A muscle was ticking in his jaw before his forehead pressed to mine, blocking my view.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned as he settled deep.

I had no words, just my whimpers and the movements of my body—begging him to move, to give in to the ache building within us both.

Then he was giving me what I so desperately needed.

I arched, he surged, and our bodies fell into an ancient rhythm.

Each brush of his lips, every thrust, felt new, like I’d never been touched before, like I’d never felt anything like it.

It wasn’t long before the pleasure tightened, before it gathered low and strong, like a wave about to crest.

“That’s it,” Nave groaned, feeling me tighten around him. “Come for me.”

Then I came apart around him, hips rocking, toes curling, fingernails raking down his back, and a deep cry escaping me.

“Fuck,” Nave groaned. He kept thrusting through it, making the waves crash over and over again. Then his own body clenched, his breath caught, and he came deep inside me.

I clung to him tightly afterward. I was overwhelmed with sensation, with emotion, with the feeling that something had monumentally changed. Not just for us, but for me.

Me, who’d never known a man to take care of me like Nave had, who seemed not only to care about my pleasure but to revel in it, to take his own pleasure from it.

My body felt more alive—trembling, overheated, tingly—than I’d ever felt. And I’d never felt so inside of it, and myself, as I did right then. Like I belonged wholly to myself. Yet also, in a way that I couldn’t describe, to Nave as well.

“You gotta let me up, baby,” he murmured. His voice in my ear was thick with satisfied desire but bordering on amused.

To be fair, I was clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping me from plummeting to my death.

“Why?” I asked, still not ready to let go.

“I’ll be right back,” he assured me, turning his head to press a quick kiss to my temple.

Still reluctant, I released him, surprised by how sore my legs and arms felt, making me realize just how tightly I’d been gripping him.

He slid away, walking into the bathroom and half-closing the door for a moment.

True to his word, he came right back, still gloriously naked, his gaze taking me in as he rounded the bed, then slipped in next to me.

He reached for me, turning me to face him and scooting closer until his forehead met mine.

“I was worried it was too soon for something like this for you,” he told me. “But someone wise told me that I had to learn to trust you to know what’s right and stop making decisions for you.”

My lips curved up at that.

“So, not only is your dad a great cook, he’s very wise too.”

“That about sums it up.”

“He’s right,” I said, my fingers moving out to trace over his skin. “I’ve had enough of men making decisions for me.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I should have thought of it that way.”

“Well, you are now. That’s what counts. But… but I wonder if you’ve thought this through.”

At that, he pulled back far enough to watch my face.

“How so?”

“Well, I mean… I can only do casual for so long, y’know? And that’s fine. I mean… it’s… great.” It was world-freaking-changing, but I wasn’t ready to admit that yet. “But, pretty soon, I won’t be able to be, you know, selfish like that anymore.”

“Oh.” His face was unreadable, save for the serious set to his brows. “Loll, babe,” he said, letting out a snort of a laugh. “Believe me, I’ve given that a lot of thought.”

“And?”

“And I wouldn’t start something with you if I didn’t think I was willing and capable of being involved with the baby when it comes. You’re a package deal. Can’t have one without the other.”

My heart fluttered at that.

But I wasn’t ready to get too far away with myself just yet. After all, it wasn’t just me I had to worry about anymore. And my past did suggest I didn’t always make the best choices when it came to men.

Better to be safe than sorry this time around.

“Okay,” I agreed, nodding.

To that, Nave’s brows pinched. “Okay?”

“I just wanted to make sure you’d thought about a possible long-term. But for now, let’s just see how it goes.”