Page 83 of Unexpected Forever
“I’m close, Nate. Ahh…”
“Yes, come for me. Come all over my cock while I fill you up with my come.”
His dirty words push me over the edge, and the orgasm hits me hard. The wave of release pulls me under, his name a cry from my lips.
My name is a guttural moan from him as white ropes of cum land on his stomach.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Our labored breathing is the only sound between us for a few moments.
“That was—”
“Hot,” he finishes my sentence.
“Yeah.”
“I need to clean up. I’ll be right back.” He lays the phone down and I hear him move around. A moment or two later, he’s back and I’m yawning.
“Tired?”
“Yeah, you wore me out.”
He chuckles. “I’ll be home in the next few days.”
“Will you be here for your birthday?”
“I think so. I’ll have to check my flights. Why? You got something for me?”
He bobs his eyebrows and I can’t help but laugh. “You’ll have to come home and find out.”
“I’m on the next flight.”
I roll my eyes. “Good night, Nate. See you in a few days, crazy man.”
“Good night, Charley. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
And he does, every night without fail. We don’t have phone sex again, but his phone calls are the highlight of my day, which only confirms what I’ve tried to deny.
Nate Gentry is breaking down my walls, one brick at a time.
EIGHTEEN
nate
I’m home.
Finally.
I’ve been on the road two fucking weeks and I missed her.
I went my whole life not knowing who Charlotte Reynolds was, and within a few short months, not seeing her for mere weeks makes me ache.
I open the front door and I’m greeted with an upbeat pop song coming from the back of the house.
My bags hit the floor and I follow the sound to the kitchen, stopping at the sight before me.
A thin layer of white dust—I assume it’s flour—covers the counters and parts of the floor. A cookbook with stains on the page lies open on the counter, and a multitude of utensils and cookware litter every flat surface.
