Page 11 of Filthy

“What’s going on?” Charlie asked as he took in the sight of us.

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” he added as Nix began unwrapping the layers of clothes I had on to keep me warm.

I reached for Nix’s face, pulling his attention to me. “Really, other than a bruised ego and a bruised ass, I’m okay. I promise.”

His head fell forward and his forehead landed on mine. He closed his eyes and his hands reached up, holding me in place.

“Charlie. Let’s give them a minute.” I heard Mrs. Stratford’s voice as they shuffled out of the room.

“I swear, Hattie, you are going to give me a nervous breakdown one of these days.” Nix whispered only loud enough for me to hear him.

I ran my hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He pulled back and reached for my hand as he stood. “Come on, let’s go lay down.”

“I have to get ready to go. My flight leaves in a few hours.”

“No, it doesn’t. I called and changed it. You aren’t leaving until Tuesday morning. I’m flying out with you and shipping my bike back.”

“What?”

He shook his head slowly and tugged on my arm. I stood carefully, testing all the body parts I insisted were okay, then followed him upstairs to his room. He closed the door behind us and I didn’t even care that his entire family knew I was in there with him.

“Get undressed and go lay down.” he said as he made his way to his closet and started pulling his clothes off. I knew I should say no. In fact, I should be pissed he took it upon himself to change my flight, but after the last two days surrounded by memories and the love of family, I didn’t want it to end. I pulled my sweater and jeans off, leaving on my panties and bra, and crawled under the covers as I watched Nix strip out of his clothes. The man was beautiful in every way possible, from his tight ass and muscular thighs to his back, which was covered in the most detailed piece of artwork I had ever seen. I loved his tattoos. They accentuated his style and grace and, for a man the size of Nix, grace was scarce. He turned, and I felt as if the air was sucked right out of the room. His long, thick cock was hard and ready as he looked down at me, taking it in his hand.

“I thought I said take your clothes off?”

“I did.”

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head as if he was daring me to challenge him.

“Okay, fine,” I said as I reached behind myself, letting my large breasts free and then reaching for my panties, dropping them on the floor next to the bed. “Let it be noted that the only reason I’m complying is because my ass is sore from my fall and a spanking wouldn’t be ideal right now.”

Nix smiled and crawled into bed, pulling my body to his. “Let it be noted that I can make sure that ass of yours is well taken care of tonight.”

His warm body wrapped around mine as his hand caressed my ass. Being held by this man was everything. There was nothing in the world that could hurt me when he had me, and I loved everything about that.

“Come here. I want you on top of me so I can see you properly.”

I cringed internally, but complied. Nix was the only man I didn’t hide from. He wouldn’t have it. Instead, he loved every crease and bulge and soft spot my body had to give him, and today was no exception. I straddled him, my pussy already wet with need as I slid onto his hard and ready cock.

“Damn, you are so wet already. I didn’t even get to play with you yet.”

“What can I say? You have that effect on me, Nix Stratford.” I moved slowly, rocking my hips forward and enjoying the feeling of him stretching me.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful.” His hands came up to my breasts, and he ran a finger between them. “Let me tattoo you again. I have something that would be perfect for right here.”

I groaned, closing my eyes at the thought of him running his tattoo gun over my skin and creating a piece of art that would forever be a part of me. “Tell me what it would be.”

“An eagle with open wings. It would represent your strength, and your freedom from the past.” he said in a husky groan.

I ground my pussy into him harder and gasped when he pressed his hips up into me. “Yes, that feels good, again.”

“Only if you agree.”

“Yes, yes, you can tattoo me.”

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