Page 37 of Tangled Hearts (Mended Hearts #4)

Nic tosses the lube down, and my stomach drops out.

What did I say wrong? He leans forward and kisses my chest. “Jesus, doll. You offering yourself up to me like that has got to be the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

I want you on your back, okay? So I can look at that beautiful face of yours. ”

I nod, my heart racing. “Okay. Yes. I want that too.” He laughs.

Then he sits back and pulls his shirt over his head before climbing out of bed and stripping off his jeans and boxers.

His cock springs out, hanging heavy between his legs.

I still can’t believe he pierced it. “Can you fit a condom over it?” I hear myself asking.

He glances down in confusion. “I know you don’t have a lot of experience, but it’s not that big. Thanks for the ego boost, though, doll.”

I cover my face with a groan. “I meant your piercing.”

“Oh.” Nic laughs. “That makes a lot more sense. Yes, I can.”

I kind of don’t want to use a condom. How do we go about that? “What if I don’t want to use one?”

“Then we go get tested and ditch them. ”

“But not tonight?” I ask, wanting to double-check.

“Nope. Not tonight. Do you want to wait until we get tested?”

I shake my head. “Fuck no, I don’t want to wait.”

“Okay, then.” He climbs back into bed. “Look at me, Eli.” I do, turning my gaze to his. “We’ll go slow, okay? And if you change your mind, we’ll stop. If you don’t like it, we’ll stop.”

I nod, blowing out a deep breath. “Okay. Can you just tell me what to do? I don’t want to have to think about it. I just want you to handle it all.”

He smiles, settling his hand on my lower stomach. “Yes, my needy doll. All you have to do is lie there and be good for me. I’ll take care of it all. But remember, no and apple pie, yeah?”

My stupid-ass safe word. I laugh. “Okay. No and apple pie.”

Nic shakes his head with a grin. “Ridiculous. Now spread your legs for me.”

My thighs fall open instantly, like his words are directly connected to my body.

He grabs a pillow, then taps my hip. I lift my hips, and he settles the pillow under me.

Picking up the discarded lube from the bed, he coats his fingers.

For a few seconds, he stares at me. I almost want to ask what I should be doing.

Or if he needs me to do something different than what I’m doing, but there’s a certain… freedom to knowing I don’t have to.

I don’t have to wonder if I’m doing the right thing or if I should be lying a different way.

He told me he’d take care of it, and I believe him.

I trust him. So when the slick pad of his finger brushes over my hole, I close my eyes.

For some reason, I expected him to push it straight in.

He doesn’t. Instead, he rubs it back and forth and then in little circles.

It feels good. It’s not like it’s mind-blowing, but it’s not bad. His hand disappears, and I hear him adding more lube. This time, he presses the tip in. I gasp, my body tightening up because, duh, why wouldn’t it? “Relax, baby. Bear down.”

Well, that sounds fucking terrible and absolutely unsexy, but I do, and a little more of his finger slips in. It’s a little strange at first, but then he starts doing… something. Moving it around, maybe? And it feels kind of good.

My hips jerk a little as he works it slowly inside of me, and a breathless sound leaves my throat.

A few seconds later, he pulls his finger out.

Before I can protest or whine at him, he’s adding more lube and pressing in with two.

Like before, I try to lock up, but he rubs his free hand up and down my thigh, and I relax again.

He works his fingers in and out of me slowly, rotating his wrist and stretching my rim. “Ready for another?” he asks softly.

“Yes, please.”

He laughs. “It’s so adorable when you go all pliant and sweet for me. When that bratty facade falls away and all that’s left is my needy doll.”

I groan. I love that too. Love that he can bring it out in me. That I feel so fucking safe with him. He works on pushing a third finger inside of me alongside the other two. The stretch is intense and burns a little. I turn my head, blowing out a breath through clenched teeth.

“Breathe, doll. You’re doing so good for me.”

He moves his fingers, stretching them a bit, and he hits what has to be my fucking prostate because I almost jolt off the bed. “Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit,” flies out of my mouth.

“Ah. There we go,” Nic says, sounding smug as hell.

My hips rock down, trying to get more of him inside of me.

“You’re taking my fingers so well. Grinding yourself against me.

So fucking hot, Eli.” My face catches on fire, but it feels so good, so I do it again, and he helps me, working his wrist in tandem with my jerky thrusts.

“Bet you’re going to take my cock even better. ”

Fuck. I nod frantically. “That. I want to do that. Please. Please please. I can. So well.”

He groans. “Jesus Christ. I’m gonna lose it before I even get inside you.”

Well, I don’t want that. “Well, hurry then.”

Nic pulls his fingers out, and I gasp a little at the aching emptiness.

He sits up between my legs and rips the condom open, rolling it carefully over his piercing and down his dick.

I can’t wait to not use condoms. I wonder what that would feel like inside me.

After coating himself in lube, he pushes my thigh back and settles himself over me. “Ready?”

I nod, staring into his eyes. He smiles, then brushes his nose against mine.

The blunt head of his cock presses against my hole, and he slowly works himself inside me.

I’m pretty sure I’ll never forget the look in his eyes as he does.

The way his lashes flutter like he’s fighting hard to keep his eyes open.

The way his brows pull together and his jaw drops open.

The harsh breath that leaves his mouth. I did that. I made him look like that.

“Fuck. You are so tight, doll,” he rasps, voice low and wrecked. “You’re doing so good for me.”

I nod, unable to form words. Nic presses in the rest of the way, stilling when his hips are flush with my ass. “Still okay?”

“Yeah. Perfect.”

He goes slow, like he said he would, working himself in and out of me in long, deep strokes that have me arching against him and moaning. Every thrust has his cock brushing my prostate, and between that and the almost feral look in his eyes, I’m close embarrassingly fast .

His stomach rubs over my cock with each thrust, and I can feel the mess I’m already making between us.

He drops his lips to mine, rolling his hips and exploring my mouth with his tongue.

I can barely breathe, but I think if this is the way I die, it’ll be worth it.

On my headstone it can read, Didn’t die a virgin, but instead from good dick. I barely manage to fight back a laugh.

Nic rocks his hips, hitting my prostate dead-on as his stomach rubs over my cock head, and I gasp, all thoughts of laughing forgotten.

He breaks our kiss and rests his forehead against mine.

“God, Eli. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this.

You.” My cock pulses hard. “I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you. And now you’re mine .”

Fuck. Oh fuck. “I might come,” I whimper, my hips twitching and my thighs starting to shake. “Keep going.”

Nic lets out a breathless chuckle. “That’s the point, doll.

” Well, duh. He tightens his grip on my thigh and speeds up his thrusts.

It feels like he’s coming apart at the seams, like he can’t control himself anymore, and I’m so fucking here for it.

Heat pools in my stomach, and my balls pull up close to my body.

So close. So close. So close. “You’re mine, Eli.

Say it,” he all but growls, fucking into me harder.

“I’m yours,” I gasp. “Just a little more. Please. So close. Please, Nic. Please .”

His fingers tighten—almost to the point of pain—and his thrusts become erratic, sloppy. “Oh fuck. Shit, baby. I’m—” His voice cuts off on a low moan, and he buries his face in my throat, his cock pulsing deep inside me.

Shit. He’s coming. Oh fuck. He’s coming because of me . That’s all it takes. My body seizes under him, and I cry out, my cock jerking. My vision whites out around the edges, my entire body shaking.

He goes boneless, dropping his full weight on top of me. “Holy fuck,” he murmurs, breath ragged .

Yeah, I’d agree, but I think my brain is somewhere between us, mixed in with all the cum he just fucked out of me. Neither of us moves while we catch our breath, and after a few seconds of being tangled together with sweaty limbs and synced breathing, he raises up. “You okay, doll?”

I nod. “Yeah. I think I’m dead, though. This is heaven, right?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Could be. Would make sense considering I thought you were a fallen angel the first time I saw you.”

He says the words so casually, but they make my heart swell. “Really?”

He reaches between us and pulls out. I wince, a little shocked by the sudden loss. He whispers a soft apology, then he ties the condom off and tosses it to the floor. It kind of makes me feel a little itchy inside. Used condom. Dirty rag. Our clothes all over the floor. I try to shake it off.

“Yes, really. Let me get you cleaned up, baby. I’ll be right back.

” Nic presses a kiss to my forehead and climbs off me, leaving the room.

He comes back a few minutes later with a new washcloth, using it to clean me off again.

After giving me another kiss on my forehead, he bends over and picks up the dirty rag and our clothes, dropping them into his hamper, and then the condom, throwing it away.

Something light and warm fills my chest. He listened. He listened, and he cleaned it up. I couldn’t fight my smile if I tried.

After fixing the bed and getting me tucked under the covers, he climbs in beside me, pulling me into his arms. I thread a leg through his, snuggling closer. He wraps a warm arm around my back and lets his hand rest on the back of my head, weaving his fingers into my hair.

I’m almost asleep when his quiet voice drags me back to reality. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

I tilt my head back to look at him and meet his gaze. “I really did. ”

“Good.” He kisses me softly.

“What about you?” I ask. I’m pretty sure he did, but hey, there’s no harm in double-checking.

“Yes, doll. So fucking much.” He rubs his nose against mine, and when he’s done, I settle my head back against his chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat lull me to sleep.