Page 115 of Surrender
I moved to walk toward them, but Nate already had me off my feet again, carrying me bridal style toward our new house. “Give us an hour,” he called back over his shoulder.
“Nate!” I scolded playfully, though the fiery look in his eyes was already sending heat waves through me, so I just hooked my hands around his neck and held on as he thundered up the front steps of the house I was getting a look at for the first time, bursting through the door and kicking it closed behind him.
It was beautiful.
Modern and updated inside.
Simple, with a few pieces of furniture already placed neatly.
“Nate, this is stunning,” I whispered as he placed me down in the middle of the kitchen and stepped away. “I… Nate, where are you going?”
He disappeared again, the floors creaking as he moved through the house.
My heart was still in my throat. I tried to take everything in. The open-plan space was quite different from Bishop and Shay’s place, which had definitely been kept in a more traditional style.
The sound of him coming back had me rolling my eyes, and I looked over just as he appeared again, holding something in his hands. A leather club cut that looked a lot like the one he was wearing, but he was showing me the back.
It had a patch curved across the top that read,Property of Blue.
My mouth fell open, and I stepped forward, gingerly reaching out to run my finger over the stitching. “For me?”
“Don’t fucking start, Tiny Dancer,” he growled. “Yes, for you. It’s always fucking been for you. Everything I do and live for is for you.” His eyes dropped again to my stomach. “And now, for them too.”
I stepped forward, taking the leather cut and placing it gently on the kitchen counter before reaching for his face with both my hands and crushing my lips to his. It was fierce. Demanding. And a low moan escaped me, the kiss in that moment feeling as though it was branding my soul.
But what did I expect?
It’d never belonged to anyone else.
Not even me.
I was his.
Nate’s tongue tangled with mine, stealing my breath, making me hot and dizzy.
“That’s your answer,” I told him, his hands gripping my hips. “Do you need more?”
“Fuck, yes, I do,” he rasped, reaching for the bottom of the dress I was wearing and pulling it up over my head in one swoop. I reached behind me, unclipping my bra and tossing it aside before rolling my panties down so they fell at my feet.
There was never a time when I felt less than confident in front of Nate.
The way his eyes roamed my body was always in a way that made me feel like I was his favorite food, and he was starving.
He growled, reaching for the leather cut and holding it out for me.
Chewing my bottom lip, I stepped forward and turned around, slipping each arm through and shivering as he lifted it onto my shoulders.
“Fuck,” he cursed, dotting kisses down my neck as his hand curved around my hip and slid between my legs.
I gasped, leaning my head back against his shoulder and widening my stance, welcoming him in.
“You know what this means, right?” he asked, his mouth at my ear as he swiped a finger through my pussy. I gasped, reaching for the kitchen counter in front of me to steady myself while a jolt of electricity shot through my nerves, lighting everything up in the best damn way possible. “This means you’re mine.”
“Mmm…” I moaned, grinding my pussy against his hand. “I thought I already was.”
He chuckled, the deep rumbling sound coming straight from his chest. “Right. You always have been,” he said, shuffling around behind me but continuing to roll two fingers around my swollen clit. “But this makes it official.”
His jeans dropped to the floor, and he pushed them aside before taking his hand from between my legs.
