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“I know so,” he says before kissing my fingertips again. “Let’s eat so I can show you around the old town and then we’ll head back to mine if that’s ok with you?”

The thought of staying at his place is both exciting and nerve-wracking, so all I can do is nod. Closure could be nearer than I thought.

Chapter 24

Nate

Sitting at my place, in my own territory, I feel a primal need to protect Bea from all that she’s got to face with her family. Perhaps my inner caveman is trying to break free, but I know I also care deeply for her. Turns out I can love easily when it’s the right girl, and I’m fast learning Bea is the perfect girl for me. She reminds me of the life I led before I was aware of the value of money or what it meant to be the popular boy who earned himself a reputation for partying.

Truth be told, Bea’s past has made me think about the horrendous double standards that exist. I was made a god for being a party boy, whereas Bea was hounded simply for dating someone like me. Speaking of which, I can’t wait to meet Dean, the very thought makes my hands itchy. I can’t imagine what it will be like for her having to watch her parents welcome him into the family after what he did. To betray her the way that he did, followed by exacerbating the torture she had to endure on a daily basis, the guy surely deserves to be begging for forgiveness in the dirt.

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” Bea looks up at me from where she’s lying against me on the couch. I must get a new one, one that doesn’t feel like a stone bench. In fact, I need to start making this place my own, so it’s less show home and more personal.

“Thinking about your bastard of an ex who I can’t wait to meet,” I tell her with a wicked smile on my face.

“Don’t waste time on him, waste time on me,” she says as she moves up to kiss me. I wrap my arms around her and deepen our kiss by stroking her lips open with my tongue. She moves up to straddle me, instantly setting my cock hard against her warm body. Her hands cup my face at the same time as I grab hold of her ass to pull against me, all the while we kiss one another with enough lust to make it feel like I’m on fire.

“Nate,” she whispers as I move my lips down to caress her soft skin, “will you take me to your room now?”

Her question causes me to pause, to try to hide the excitement running through me for fear of scaring her with how much I need to be inside of her. I’ve been waiting for this, but I need to make sure she really is truly ready.

“Bea, there’s nothing more I’d like to do than to throw you over my shoulder and march you straight to my bed,” I admit, “but –"

“Shh,” she says, placing her fingers on my lips before I can finish. “I’m not a virgin and I’m ready for you, Nate. I need you to show me that sex can be good.”

She doesn’t need to say anything else; I grab her ass cheeks and lift her so that her legs wrap around my waist. With her safely in place, right where I want her, I carry her as fast as my feet can possibly walk up the stairs and into my bedroom. She laughs the whole time, reaching up into my hair with one hand while the other one clings onto me.

When I finally reach the foot of my bed that sits in pride of place in the middle of the room, I let us free fall onto the sheets with a soft thud. Her hair spreads out like melted chocolate over the bright white cotton, and with her eyes staring up at me, I take a moment to indulge in the sight of her.

“You are so beautiful,” I whisper, making her giggle with embarrassment. She blushes as I begin to stroke her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. “You still waiting for marriage?”

“I think I messed that one up a long time ago,” she says before turning a little serious again. “Just remember, Nate, it’s been a few years.”

“I won’t hurt you,” I whisper reassuringly.

Bea

I show Nate a giggly exterior, but in all truthfulness, I’m as nervous as I was when I did this for the very first time with Dean. My experience of sex has been dire to say the least. Dean had always forced his way in while I tried to hide how painful it was, and by the time I came to see Evan on top of me, he had already withdrawn. Besides, I can only remember feeling completely numb to everything that night. I couldn’t tell you if I had encouraged him in any way, I was hardly with it. Regardless, when it came to sex, I didn’t know what all the fuss was about and although I have had urges, self-love has always been more than enough to satisfy my appetite. Safer too. It wasn’t until I started having feelings for Nate that I even contemplated wanting to do anything with a man.

At first, he kisses me slowly, deeply, and as if sensing my fear, keeps his movements gentle. When he feels my muscles relax against the mattress, he begins to push the bottom of my dress up my legs until I move up and let him pull it off completely. He takes a moment to look over my body, his eyes turning darker by the second; it both scares and thrills me. I can tell by his expression that he’s been waiting for this a long time. He looks like he wants to eat me alive, however, just when I think he’s going to literally ravish me, he rests his forehead against mine and takes in a deep breath.

“I’m sorry this can’t be what you’re used to,” I whisper as I take hold of his cheeks in my hands.

“It’s better,” he says with a long breath before pulling his t-shirt over his head.

I’m already wet when I finally allow my hands to explore his body, stroking over his shoulders, down his arms, to his stomach, up and over his chest, and back to his shoulders again. He breathes slowly and deeply, all the while they travel over his naked skin, as though he’s trying to calm himself. Losing hold of my anxious thoughts, I slide my body under his and begin to plant kisses along his clavicle, his pecs, and all the way down to his happy trail.

As I reach the top of his jeans, his breathing becomes slightly irregular and when I finally undo the buttons to his jeans, he releases an impatient groan. I press my finger gently over the black fabric of his boxers, tracing the outline of his firmness. At first, he helps me to tug down his jeans and boxers, but then he suddenly grips hold of my wrist to stop me.

“Let me,” I ask softly. After but a moment’s thought, he releases my hand, giving permission to carry on. With one more tug, I set him free, with a smooth, dark, and rather large erection hanging between his legs. With my right hand, I stroke down his length and to his testicles where I gently massage them before kissing the inside of his muscular strong thigh.

“You’re teasing,” he says with a breathy laugh. I smile, though he can’t see it, and lick from the base to his sensitive tip with my tongue. I swirl around the top of his cock, moving around the rim, making him shudder with my slow torment. With one hand holding his base and the other reaching for his hip, I finally put him out of his misery and take all of him into my mouth and start sucking slowly. I flick my tongue against his sensitive tip before taking him faster, harder, until he loses his control and begins thrusting against me.

“Fuck!” he growls through his teeth, with his hand gripping my hair. “You’re going to kill me, Bea, you feel so good…shit, stop, stop!”

Grabbing hold of my shoulders, he pulls me away and upward, so I am meeting him face-to-face again.

“You’re a dark horse, Miss Summers,” he pants before revealing a wicked smile. He then reaches his hand down between the apex of my thighs where he slips his hand inside of my panties, introducing his fingers with a gentle touch. “And so wet already,” he whispers before sliding two fingers inside of me. I gasp at the unexpectedness of it, but I must be more relaxed this time because I don’t feel the same sting as I did before.

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