Page 116 of Surrender
“Nate…” I murmured, wiggling my hips, begging for him to come back.
“It’s okay, baby,” he soothed, taking my wrists and lifting my hands above my head, that soft material that I’d grown to know so well, wrapping around them, holding them together.
It’d become one of our favorite pastimes, and I couldn’t even remember all the places Nate had tied me up, or all the ways he’d contorted my body—both of us thanking years of ballet for the number of positions he could get me into.
He hooked my secured hands back over his head.
I hummed happily, pushing my fingernails through the hair at the nape of his neck and leaning back into him.
He turned us a little, lifting my leg and placing it up on the kitchen counter, spreading me wide open so he could—
“Fuck…” I moaned as he sank into me from behind, my back arched. I pushed up on my toes, my nails scratching at the back of his neck as he pushed even deeper. His arms wrapped around me, holding me securely as he fucked me, setting a pace that instantly stole my breath.
I couldn’t stop the sounds that escaped me, the heavy breathing, the mewls and sighs that mingled with our bodies slapping together. Then one of his hands shifted lower, and just the anticipation had me thinking I might explode with pleasure.
He growled deep in his throat as his fingers circled my clit, my pussy twitching and spasming in delight at this next level.
“Fuck, Nate.” I gasped, the words torn from my lips as he coaxed me closer and closer to that edge.
He leaned forward, bending us both and suddenly hitting a new angle that sent me flying into oblivion.
“Holy shit, that’s tight,” he groaned, his teeth grazing my neck. “That’s it, Darcy. Come on my cock.”
My entire body shuddered uncontrollably as I rode that wave, my pussy clenching tight around him, though he was still relentless, continuing to drive harder and deeper. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned loudly, unable to do anything but take it, andthat was the most exciting and exhilarating part.
Trusting him to take my body to its limits.
And he did.
Every damn time.
A primal growl came from deep in his throat as he thrust one last time, our bodies pressed together, breathing in time.
He unhooked my hands from around his neck, and I dropped my leg, instantly falling forward and bracing my hands on the counter, giving my back the rest it needed.
“Baby,” he rasped, breathing heavy. “You know better than to bend over in front of me. Especially while I’m still deep in that pussy.”
“Mmm…” I hummed, glancing back at him. “And you know better than to threaten me with a good time.”
He chuckled but pulled back, slipping from inside me with his cum instantly dripping down the inside of my thighs. He gently unwound the panties from my wrists and tucked them back into his pocket before bracing his hands on the counter on either side of me and leaning in.
I pressed a soft kiss to his lips, tugging the sides of his cut and meeting what had changed to a worried gaze.
“Hey,” I whispered, caressing his face. “What is it?”
“I’m gonna be a dad,” he said, swallowing hard. “How—”
“You’ll just know how,” I answered without even having to hear the question. “It’ll be scary. And it’ll probably push us to our limits sometimes. But there is no other man I would want my son or daughter to look up to.”
There was still concern there.
He wanted to be a good father, but when you’d never had one, it was hard to imagine what that looked like.
“Nathaniel Brooks,” I started, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. “My brother chose you.”
He shook his head, but I reached up, holding it still andforcing him to look at me.
“He chose you to not just be in his life, but to be in mine too,” I told him sternly. “You think James would have picked a best friend who he didn’t trust to be climbing through his sister’s window at night?”
