Page 26 of Nave (Henchmen MC: Next Generation #14)

To that, he shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

“Do you need any help?” I asked, having a somewhat working knowledge of some tools now, thanks to Kit and Ariah.

“Listen, sweetheart. I know we are in modern times where women can and should be able to do all the shit men can. And I think a chick with a power tool is hot as fuck. So I say this with all that in mind: the day I let a woman do manual labor for me is the day I want to be dragged out back and shot.”

“That’s… kind of sweet, actually.”

To that, his smile went a little boyish.

“My job is to do the hard shit so my girl can live a soft life.”

“That’s definitely sweet. I didn’t think you had a girl.”

“Talking hypothetically. Maybe hopefully. You know, in a few years.”

“When you get sick of strip poker and body shots,” I said, making a big smile stretch across his handsome face.

“Something like that.”

“Well, good luck with the table. Maybe reinforce it. I don’t think the table dancing is going to stop anytime soon.”

“From your lips to God’s ears,” he said, making a laugh escape me.

I made my way into Nave’s room.

Breathing in his familiar scent had some of my lingering anxiety falling away.

I had no idea how long Nave was going to be gone, so I turned on some music, then went ahead and took myself into the bathroom to take a shower where my elbows wouldn’t ram into the walls when I washed my hair.

I ran my hands over my body, seeing the changes already. Not, I was sure, from the pregnancy itself yet, but just from a more varied, less strict diet that let me pile on a few much-needed pounds. I was fleshier than I’d been back in the glass house.

I saw more curves, fewer bones.

I liked that more than I could have anticipated. Like my body was my own again, not something that Ben had shaped and molded to his preferences.

I climbed out, wrapped myself in a towel, then used the brush I left in Nave’s drawer to untangle my hair.

And just as I was walking out of the bathroom, the bedroom door slid open.

There he was, already kicking off his shoes before he spotted me.

I don’t know where the urge came from.

I just reached out and undid my towel tuck, letting the material drift to the floor.

Nave’s breath rushed out of him, and a sexy little rumbling sound escaped him as his gaze roamed over me.

Emboldened by his reaction, I moved over toward him, reaching for his hands, then leading him over to the bed.

I pushed him to sit, but before his hands could slide over my body, I lowered myself down between his legs.

I watched as his pupils blew wide, a muscle ticking in his jaw before I even touched him.

My palms slid up his thighs, then teased over his lap before working his button and zipper free.

My gaze stayed on his as I reached inside to free him. With my hand still around his length, I stroked him to the base, then up, letting my thumb move around the head.

A small groan escaped him as his hips bucked up involuntarily.

Eyes still on his, I lowered down, teasing my tongue around him, then sucking him into my mouth.

It was all sensation then—his pleasure, my own at his reactions.

But he wouldn’t let me take him across the finish line.

He took hold of my hair, dragging me upward, then grabbing me, turning me, and pulling me down on his lap with my back to his chest.

His hand slipped between my thighs as his lips met my neck.

“So wet just from sucking me off,” he murmured, making a shiver move through me as his fingers parted me, toyed with me. His lips and teeth kissed, licked, sucked, and nipped my neck while his fingers teased me until my hips were rocking, until my whimpers grew to throaty moans.

He seemed content to tease me forever.

But I was too desperate, too needy, too aware of an ache inside I knew only he could ease.

Bracing my hands on his thighs, I lifted up, positioned over him, then slowly lowered down, moaning as each thick inch of him filled me.

“Fuck, babe,” he groaned when he was seated deep.

I wanted to soak in the sensation with him, but my need was too strong. I rocked a few times, letting out a frustrated whimper as I struggled to keep my balance.

Nave’s hands moved out, grabbing my thighs and spreading them so they moved to the outer sides of his.

“Try this,” he said.

My hands went to his knees, using them to balance as I started to ride him.

The position had his length pressing against my top wall, engaging my G-spot as I moved faster, harder, eager for more of the sensation.

Nave’s hands were all over me: sinking into my hips, running up and down my thighs, covering and teasing my breasts.

Every nerve was lit up at once, and I was knocked breathless by the sparks as I got closer and closer to that edge.

“That’s it. Come for me,” Nave demanded in my ear as my walls clenched hard around him.

With one more little rock of my hips, I did. My whole body shuddered, and I was sure I would have fallen if Nave hadn’t reached out and wrapped me up, keeping me close as the waves crashed through me again and again.

When I came back down, though, Nave was still hard inside of me.

His teeth nipped my neck as he got to his feet, still holding me against him.

“Not done with you yet,” he told me, turning, and pushing me forward until I was on all fours on the bed.

His hand massaged my ass as he moved in behind me.

With one long, slow thrust, he was inside me again, making me fold forward and moan into the sheets.

His movements stayed like that—slow and deep, making me achingly aware of each thick inch of him as he slowly drove us up.

“There you go,” he murmured as he got me right to the edge.

Then I came, moaning and trembling.

Nave slammed deep, coming with a deep groan.

We both fell into the bed afterward, bodies spent.

Nave’s hand rested on my ass, giving it a little pat.

“This was a nice surprise.”

I turned my head to look at him and gave him the truth. “I missed you.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his whole face going soft. “I missed you too.”

I don’t know which flipped harder, my belly or my heart. All I knew was I really liked the sensation.

“How long do I have you for?” he asked.

“How long do you want me?” I asked, feeling playful.

“Forever,” he said, and I swear my heart felt like it was big enough to break out of my chest. “But I meant for today.”

“Oh, in that case, so long as Ariah doesn’t call to say Edith misses me.”

“You set up a doggy babysitter for us?”

Us .

I really like the sound of that.

“I did.”

“Then we should have a nap, get some dinner, and spend all night doing more of this.”

“Sounds perfect.”

And it was.

Every moment with him was.

Partly because I was so blithely unaware of how close I was to losing it all.