Page 14 of Our Hearts to Break

“Nah. No one is hotter than you.”

I sip from my drink, propping my hip against the bar. “I can’t believe you were going to show a stranger the porn you made for me.”

“Nothing to be ashamed about.” Nate rolls his broad shoulders. “I look awesome naked.”

“You’re so modest.”

“Better than insecure.” Nate tugs on my arm. “Finish your beer. I want to dance with you.”

I gulp my drink in a few swigs and slam it onto the bar. Nate drags me to the dance floor like a lion leading prey to its lair. His hands drop to my hips, and he draws me into his chest, so I start flipping open the buttons on his shirt.

Nate pushes my Henley up my stomach, exposing my bare skin to the cold air. My nipples instantly harden as he nibbles on my ear and flicks his tongue on the lobe.

“I want to bend you over and fuck you raw,” he tells me. “I’ve never done that before… but I want to feel you.”

We got tested after cutting ties with Samantha and haven’t been with anyone since.

I suck his bottom lip into my mouth. “I want to feel you inside me.”

I love Nate.

I’min lovewith him.

Finally, my patience has paid off.

He’s mine.

“I don’t want to wait.” Nate cups my ass in his big hands, rubbing our dicks together. “Let’s get a room at The Waterford tonight.”

“I thought you had a paper to finish for tomorrow.”

“I just said that to get Parker off my ass.” He tips his head toward the exit. “Wanna leave?”

I hook my arms around his neck and kiss his lips. “We just got here.”

Nate flashes a sexy grin. “Would you rather dance with our clothes on or get your dick sucked?”

“Well, when you put it that way.”

Without another word, Nate leads me through the crowd of sweaty, overstimulated men with his hands on my shoulders. I love his possessiveness. His touch screamshe’s mine, and I have never wanted anything more.

Nate gets behind the wheel, zipping across the busy lot. He makes a left onto the street and turns hard, the wheels screeching. Then, he yanks the wheel, taking another turn too hard and acting like we’re on a raceway.

“Why are you driving like an asshole?” I clutch the door handle. “Either pull over or slow the fuck down.”

He eases up on the gas pedal, reducing to the speed limit. “Happy?”

“Let’s just go home.” I sink into the comfy leather seat and stare out the window. “We don’t have any lube or toys.”

His head snaps to me, a sexy smile tipping up the corners of his mouth. “What kind of toys are we talking about?”

“Butt plugs, dildos, and vibrators.”

He waggles his eyebrows. “Kinky.”

I lean over and put my hand on the bulge in his pants. “When we get home, will you make a video for me?”

He grows harder, his monster cock straining against his zipper. My body is painfully aware of his scent burrowing into my nostrils. All too aware of how much he desiresme.

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