Page 57 of The Love You Hate
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Presley
I’m on top of him, and can’t catch my breath—my chest heaving as I breathe through my mouth. His hands are folded behind his head—obeying my orders, but his eyes are alight with mirth and longing. “Are you going to let me finish yet or what?”
I tip my head side to side, weighing the options. “I’m not sure I want to let you yet. I might want one more orgasm.” My core clenches agreeing with me.
“Greedy girl,” he rasps, thrusting his hips up to create friction. “We’re going to be late to our own party.”
“I think everyone would agree that catching up on our sex life is more important than being on time to the ribbon-cutting.” Reaching up, I adjust the wig I’m wearing today. I tried it on to see if it really did conceal my identity enough to have photos taken. It doesn’t, but it was also an opportunity for role-play I couldn’t pass up. We’re taking over Lexington Pharmaceuticals. Coldren really set us up. Not only are we set financially for life, he made sure to give me the reins to things that are important to us. I might be Hayley Parker now, but I’m still Presley Lexington and my father never changed. He wanted me to run it. Do you know why? My mother got to him. She wrote him a letter every single day for a year after her breakthrough. She told him about the enlightened, happy life she’s living, and he converted. I’m not sure if he did it for her, or if he really wants to be a person on the straight and narrow. His final act as a stone-cold man was to rid the world of Grant Barringer. I read his obituary three days after Nate and I got married. It was ruled an accident, but I read through the lines. Michael Lexington found out what happened.
My hands slip off Nate’s slippery pecs as I grind down on his massive dick. He wants to control the pace, but I won’t let him and he knows it. He slams his eyes shut, and grunts out in frustration. “Fine, fine,” I moan, “come with me.”
Lifting myself up, I ride him, circling my hips at a furious pace. It won’t take him long because I’ve been teasing him off and on for the past thirty minutes. His hands snake from my breasts, to my waist and as he comes he pulls me all the way onto him. His guttural, throaty sounds of longing, bring me to the brink and my fourth orgasm hits with fury. My legs tingle, and my stomach seems to turn to jelly before the bursts of nirvana take over my body. Warm and cold. Nate pumps into me as I come because he knows I like it when he keeps thrusting when I come. I collapse onto his chest and breathe heavily. I can hear his heartbeat against my cheek, a steady, lulling noise that might be the only thing that gives me complete peace.
“Now we have to get ready,” I say, rising and lowering as his chest moves. “I guess you like me as a blonde,” I say, tugging on the ends of the wig.
“Why do blondes need to have orgasms?” he asks, biting his bottom lip.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why?”
He laughs. Oh, this must be tragic. “So they know when to stop having sex.”
I roll my eyes, and fall off him, cradling my apex where he’s leaking out of me as I waddle-walk to the bathroom on the other side of our room. Our cabin is beautiful. It’s not a mansion, it’s not a shack, it’s the perfect house for us. It’s hidden away in a mountain town a little nicer than Gold Hawke.
“I’m definitely not blonde,” I call back. “That was four in a row!”
He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I take off the wig and turn on the shower. “You are not blonde for sure. I can’t wait to hear your speech today.”
“I can’t believe it’s mine. I’m going to make it all right. Finally. Everyone is going to have the medication they need regardless of circumstance. We’re going to save a million Felix’s. Maybe even a billion.”
A sadness lights Nate’s eyes every time we talk about his cousin. The thing with our new life is that we couldn’t take anyone from the old one with us. Today will mark the first time we’ll be in the public eye with the opportunity of photos in the media. The possibility of someone from the past seeing us. What we’re doing is a big deal. If Michael Lexington was the enemy, Hayley Parker is the angel sent to right his wrongs. I have the ability to make things better. It will be a progression in fixing things over a long period of time, but I’m up for the task. I’ve found purpose in love and in life, and nothing can take it from me. Today will be risky, and we both went through a lot to make it happen. I touch my nose and wiggle it. It’s finally healed from the nose job that changed my whole facial aesthetic. Nate had a hard time looking at me for a few months, but he’s settled into the new normal.
We shower together, and Nate spins me to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. “Coldren will be watching today,” he says. “We did everything he said to do before revealing ourselves.” Nate has colored contacts and a different color hair, but I’m the one who is most recognizable by the public so my transformation required… more. We did also buy a bakery in our new town, but found out quickly that I burned more bread than was feasible for business, so we hired a talented staff and visit almost daily because it reminds us of where we fell in love. A simple thing, but also not. Not many people can tie love to a certain place and time, but because we fought it for so long it was almost a chameleon-like transition. Nate was the person who he thought he needed to be for me, and I played a person who I thought would help me blend in, except that was the real version of me. With all of the pretenses stripped away, I was, to the core, a woman who wanted to help the world, with a list of shit she wanted to get done. Maybe it seemed stupid or trivial, but that was the beginning of me. Of this.
“It’s going to be amazing. Try not to worry. This is part of it, we were always meant to eventually go back into society after enough time passed.”
“Does it feel rushed though?” I ask, lacing my fingers through his to help rinse the soap away. “Too obvious?” There are conspiracy theories that we didn’t die. I had to stop reading them on the internet after we bought the bakery because it was driving me mad, wondering if the next customer who walked in was there to harm Nate. My safety is of little importance at this point. Nate’s always been good. He never had a bad streak. It does break me a little bit that he doesn’t have his family any longer. He tells me not to worry about him, that he’s been apart from them for so long while he was a Charge Man that it’s not any different now. Except he has me, which is a gift. They think he’s dead, though. That’s a huge deal and I often worry about it. If he would have fallen in love with a normal woman who didn’t have a target on her back, he’d be able to have it all. That’s love. Wanting the human you love to have everything. Even if they don’t want it, because you know they deserve it.
“It’s been years, Pres,” Nate says, using my name in the confines of the shower just to get a rise out of me. “It’s time. It’s not rushed. If anything, we should have done this long ago. You’ve run this company for a long time, today you’re just coming out as the person responsible for the turnaround.”
“There’s a joke in there somewhere, but I’ll leave it alone,” I banter back. Spinning, I take his face in my hands. “I just want you to think I’m doing something great.”
“You already are doing something great. You’re growing our son.” He presses his hands against the small bump on my lower stomach. “Nothing in this world makes me happier. You are a fantastic person. You’re saving lives and making them at the same time. Who can say that?”
“After all the lives my father stole, it’s the least I can do.”
“Don’t be a hero, babe.”
“Why? I’m married to one. It’s only fair that I hold up my end of the deal.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not a hero. I’m a regular guy who got lucky.” The fact he calls our life lucky still blows my mind. He gave up everything for me. Isn’t that the opposite of luck?
I smile. “Far from regular.”
“Fine, fine. I can do a lot of things well, but I’m not a hero.”
I clasp my hands around his neck and let the hot water cascade around us as one form. “You’re my hero. You protected me.”
