Page 14 of Mechanic's Charming Bride

“Yeah, I fucking do.”

Instantly, I’m turning around and crawling back onto the bed. I face away from him as I prop my hips up and display myself like a cat in heat. Nate lets out a soft curse and grabs my hips, yanking me back over to the side of the bed.

“You’re gonna feel so fucking good,” he’s saying. “I can already tell.”

He plants a foot on the mattress next to my knee, keeping a firm hold on my hip while he lines himself up. I’m too impatient to let him take his time with this, needing it so badly that it feels like I’m drowning.

As soon as he’s got the tip of his cock inside of me, I jam myself back onto him, getting him as deep as I can.

“Fuck…!” His gasp is followed by his other hand smacking against my hip.

My head’s too much of a needy mess to wait for him to adjust before I’m pulling myself forward and slamming back into him, getting him deeper inside of me each time. I don’t care if he comes instantly, I’ll ride him until he’s too soft to feel anything.

“So good.” I fling my hair back over my shoulder, my chest bouncing with my movements. “Oh god.”

My entire body is tingling.

Nate doesn’t let me get too much more into it before he’s grabbing onto the back of my hair and pressing me into the mattress, practically folding me in half. He keeps my ass propped up while he takes over and begins to pound into me at a brutal pace.

I cry out, digging my hands into the duvet cover and hold on for dear life as another orgasm is teasing me over the edge. “Nate.”

“I know, baby. I got you. I’m almost there too.”

He’s so thick that it’s bordering on pain as he buries himself inside of me. But it’s so fucking good I can’t stop. I’m probably going to be sore as hell in the morning, but I don’t give a shit at this point. My mind is too overrun by my hormones and the need for this man to breed me like a fucking animal.

“We’re gonna come together, angel,” he’s saying to me, breathless. “You and me, we’re gonna feel that shit together.”

I can tell he’s struggling to keep it together—nothing like how it’s ever been with Frank. My fiancé loved to make me feel like a sex toy, used for his pleasure and that was it. Sometimes it barely felt like either of us enjoyed it and we were just going through the motions because that’s what couples do.

Nate’s the complete opposite. He’s desperate to have me, like I’m the oasis in an arid desert and it’s the first time he’s seen water in years.

“Yeah, right there,” he whispers, hand tightening in my hair.

“Nate,” I sob.

“Come with me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze me—fuck, just like that, angel.”

My body shakes as I come, stealing the air from my lungs. All I can do is silently beg for mercy while being destroyed by this man that I’ve barely known for a day. Nothing will ever be the same after this, and truthfully, I can’t even bring myself to care.

He shouts as he comes, warmth leaking into me and spilling down my leg with each messy thrust. I collapse onto the bed, accidentally popping him out of me while more shoots out to coat my ass cheek.

“Holy shit,” he says, which I’m in total agreement over.

Because my god was that amazing.

While I catch my breath, I feel Nate move over me and curl an arm under my stomach. He pulls me against his chest while he folds me into a protective hold. My entire body feels light and warm, and for the first time in my whole life, completely satisfied.

He peppers kisses along my shoulder as I fall asleep, whispering compliments just as I drift off.

Chapter Seven

Nate

Wow, is the only word I can think of when I wake the next morning and find Sam still wrapped up in my arms.

I hadn’t meant to get carried away like that, but the second she grabbed my hand and let me touch her, it was all over. Our sexual chemistry was off the charts, to the point where I wondered if this woman could truly be my soulmate.

How else could either of us explain this crazy compatibility?

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