Infraction (15 page)

My mouth opened in a silent scream as he filled me for the first time in months. An
overwhelming feeling took hold, and I trembled in his arms.

Something clicked then, and everything was right.
We
were right.

“Because you are
my
dirty girl. Your moans are mine, your orgasms are mine, your body is mine,” he said
through clenched teeth. “You are fucking
mine!
”

“Yes!”

“Only my hands will touch your bare skin. Not Andrew, not the guy downstairs, no one
but me.”

“Only you. It’s only ever been you,” I whimpered as his slick cock moved at a furious
pace, driving me into madness. “Only ever you.”

“I
know
when you’re dripping for me. I
know
when your pussy is ready for me. And I
know
what you sound like when you’re about to come from my cock being inside you.” His
teeth nipped at my jaw. “No one else will ever know these things about you – only
me.”

I’d almost forgotten about my casted leg, until I tried to wrap my legs around his
waist. The weight of the plaster caught me off guard, and I whacked Nathan in the
thigh. He groaned, but didn’t stop. Grabbing my leg under my knee he brought it up,
pushing it toward my chest. I felt a bump run down my leg and a “shit, fuck,” come
from Nathan.

My eyes opened and Nathan crashed his lips to mine, groaning again. His hand slammed
my left leg down on the bed, while my right leg was swung over his shoulder. He straddled
my casted leg and leaned forward, pushing himself deeper at the new angle.

“Fuck, baby, so fucking tight.”

My hands wound up in his hair, pulling him down into a kiss. He grabbed hold of my
wrists and tore them from him. Pinning my right arm above my head, his fingers entwined
with mine, while my other arm was pinned to the bed by my side.

His breath was hot and heavy by my ear. “Hold on, my little whore, I’m going to tear
you up.”

I shivered at his words and my body was set alight. I tried to move, but the new position
and his tight hold kept me in place.

Then it began.

Hard, relentless, pounding, and I was restrained, unable to do anything except feel
all of him. In and, just as fast, out. Over and over, harder and harder, as fast as
he could go. I was screaming, crying, begging. Words falling from my lips as I clenched
around him in one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced.

His mouth was latched onto my neck, nipping, biting, licking, and scraping.

“That’s it, take it, take me. Come all over my cock.”

The intense pace continued, not allowing me to come down before building me right
back up as I climbed toward another orgasm. My body was shaking, and every time he
pushed forward or bit down, the fire grew.

“Nathan… Nate, please. I can’t…”

“Take it!” he roared, slamming harder, and I crumbled. “You will take all my cock
has to give you!”

Tearless sobs erupted from me as I fell over the edge, again. His movements became
erratic and his body tensed. His teeth dug into my shoulder, to the point of pain,
as I felt him spill inside me.

His hands went lax before his body collapsed on top of mine. It was a little hard
to breathe, but I loved the feeling of him so close as he softened inside me.

As we both struggled to recover, I realized we had come full circle, and the sex was
exactly what we both needed; it was how we connected.

“Fuck, my head hurts.” His head rose from my neck, kissing his way up until our eyes
met.

“I thought sex was supposed to get rid of headaches,” I said between pants, my body
limp.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t help when a cast slams into your head repeatedly…”

My eyes widened as I looked up at him. “So, that’s what happened?” I tried to keep
the smile from forming on my face, but failed. The imagery was too much, and I began
giggling as it played over and over in my mind.

Nathan began to laugh as well and rolled beside me, pulling my leg with him, and I
rolled onto his chest.

“I love you, so much,” I said, snuggling into him.

I felt a kiss on the top of my head. “I love you too, Honeybear. Cast beatings and
all.”

As we laid there catching our breath, I couldn’t help but note the change. We both
knew we had found our way home to each other.

C
HAPTER
15

I
felt a twinge in my neck and smiled. I was back to wearing scarves to cover the marks
he left, so it was a good thing the cooler weather was moving in.

Every moment we weren’t in the office, and sometimes when we were, Nathan had his
hands all over my body, and I had mine on his. We couldn’t get enough of one another,
drunk on the ability to finally touch each other again, and it was bliss.

Every caress brought us closer, every kiss solidifying our connection.

Work was busy, as usual, even with Owen’s help, but with the events of the previous
days, even the Boob Squad couldn’t get me down. I was on cloud nine.

Jennifer, in her usual cleavage-baring garment, cornered me in the middle of the week
in the break room as I heated up my lunch.

“You know, Delilah, if you weren’t such a frigid bitch I’m sure that someone out there
would be willing to warm you up at night. I mean, I know you and Andrew had a thing
once, though I have no idea what he saw in you, but I really think a good lay would
help you out.”

I stared at her. “A good lay?” I burst out laughing, catching her off guard. If only
she knew. She stormed out in a huff, not appreciating my laughing at her criticism.

I was giddy all day Friday, bouncing in my chair, high on anticipation. I wondered
if this was what I’d always heard about kids on Christmas. Was that how they felt?
If it was, I finally understood the analogy.

We’d spent the week in a different, almost euphoric, atmosphere. Nathan and I worked
during the day, flirting by text the way we used to, and spent the evening in each
other’s arms, making up for lost time. Well, lost time and repressed lust. He wasn’t
holding back anymore, and I was reaping all the benefits.

Nathan wanted our date that weekend to be like any other first date, and not like
two people who had been living together for the previous two months. He wanted to
pick me up from my condo.

The night before I packed my bag, including my date wear, and had it ready for after
work the next day. He wouldn’t tell me much, only that we were “getting away from
it all.” He insisted on it being a surprise.

He showed up at my condo, ringing the doorbell moments after I arrived after work
that Friday. He helped me with my bag, down to the lobby, and into the parking lot.

When we sat in the car he turned to me and smirked, kissing my lips before drawing
back. In his hand he held a blindfold and had me turn so that he could wrap it around
my head.

He was making sure his surprise stayed that way.

My mind wandered through the past days. There had been a sudden change with Nathan
and me after we talked to Dr. Morgenson. The walls had fallen down; the atmosphere
around us was full of life and energetic.

It was hope, and I wasn’t afraid of it anymore; I embraced it.

Hope was something neither of us had held onto in the past. It made everything we’d
been through worth it, because for the first time in my life I felt…complete. I felt
wanted, needed. I’d never known the part of me I was missing my whole life was him.

We were communicating. Living life through the hard lessons we’d learned over the
previous months. As Dr. Morgenson said, we still had a long road ahead of us, but
now we were one. Nathan and I were in it together, walking through life hand in hand.

Whatever came our way, we would handle it together.

We slowed down after what seemed like hours, and Nathan allowed me to remove the blindfold.
What I saw when I opened my eyes was far from what I was expecting.

“We’re having dinner here?” I asked as we pulled up to what I could only describe
as a mansion. The house was huge, and it was sitting on an easy five acres.

The only response I received from Nathan was a grin as we moved up the drive. Once
we reached the front door, he hopped out and came around to my side to help me out.
He handed me my crutches, and I headed up the stairs to the front door in my usual
slow-going pace while he retrieved our bags.

I thought for our first date we would go out to a restaurant or something. Wasn’t
that what was the tradition? Random mansion outside the city was not what I was expecting.

The door opened before I made it up the last few steps, and I was surprised to see
Sarah on the other side.

She smiled at me; her arms open wide in greeting. “Lila! Welcome!”

“Good evening, Sarah.” My confusion rose at her being there. Our first date was with
his parents?

“Mom, you said you would be gone by four,” Nathan said with a groan from behind me.
“It’s almost six.”

“Yes, yes.” She waved his words off. “Your father was delayed—you know how it is.
Don’t worry; we’re heading out in a moment so you two will have your privacy.”

I reached the top step and she pulled me in for a hug. “How are you feeling today?
Are you excited about tonight?”

I pulled back and smiled at her. “Very. Though I’m a bit confused about what we’re
doing here.”

“This was all Nathan’s idea,” she said. “He wanted to be romantic, but wanted you
to be comfortable, so I offered up our house as a little retreat for you two.”

“Wow, I’m…impressed.” I glanced back at Nathan who was closing the trunk and heading
our way.

She held the door wide for me as I hobbled through. “How’s your leg doing? You look
good, and you’re getting around so much better.”
             
             

I sighed. “I can’t wait to have this thing off.”

“Just a few more days! Then the two of you can go on weekend trips with ease.”

George came down from the second floor moments later and greeted Nathan and me, before
the two of them headed out for their own weekend getaway. It would be Nathan and I
alone all weekend…not at home.

I wasn’t sure what we were having for dinner, but Nathan said we were staying in.
We both headed up the stairs to get ready. I began to wonder if we were having deli
sandwiches, because there was no one else around to help him cook.

We were in the spare bedroom that would be ours for the weekend getting dressed when
I heard a small laugh behind me.

“Why are you laughing?” I scowled up at him through the reflection in the mirror.

“Because it’s sad and ironic at the same time,” he said and stepped up behind me,
wrapping his arms around my waist.

“What is?”

“I hate it, but you now will have scars that match my own. Together we make one whole
person,” he paused before continuing, his voice low in my ear. “Together we are one
whole heart, one whole soul.”

My head craned to look up at him over my shoulder; his eyes were soft, his hand moved
to cup my face, his thumb making light circles on my cheek.

My gaze locked on his. “I love you.”

His head bent down, and his lips found mine. It was hard and soft, building in intensity
until I was somehow turned around and pinned against the wall.

I groaned when he pulled away, the lust in his eyes making me light up. “I need to
stop, Honeybear, or we won’t make it to dinner.”

“We can always stay here.” I pulled him back to me.

“Not tonight, baby. You’ve waited way too long for me to take you on a date.”

I pouted when he pulled away, but smiled when he whispered to me, “Later, my little
insatiable minx.” He nibbled on my ear, and nipped at my neck. “I will make you come
again and again.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He left after that, running downstairs to work on something, leaving me to finish
getting ready on my own. I sat down at the vanity and studied my reflection. I looked
as nervous as I felt. My hands were even shaking as I pulled the eye shadow from my
makeup bag.

My mind was whirling and not down a good path. It was the first date I’d gone on in
years, and it was rather unconventional at that. What if he found out something he
didn’t like? What if, on our date, I wasn’t what he thought I was? What if he found
he didn’t want me?

Ridiculous,
I chided myself.
Not going to happen, Lila. He loves you. He’s a good person, and he makes you so happy.
This is what you deserve, to be happy with Nathan.

I squared my shoulders in the mirror and stood up to locate the shoe I would be wearing.

“Lila!” Nathan called out a few minutes later, and I headed toward the stairs.

“Ready!”

He beamed at me and helped me down the stairs; my body buzzed with excitement.

Our first official date.

He sat me down and picked up what looked like my sweater. He began walking, and I
followed him through the house, happy to soon be rid of my hindrance. Instead of heading
toward the kitchen or dining room, Nathan headed to the back door.

“Where are we going?”

He smiled at me. “Outside.”

“Outside?” It was then I understood why he was carrying my sweater.

“Come on, Honeybear,” he said, holding the door open so I could get through.

What awaited me on the other side of the door was not what I was expecting.  There
was a gazebo lit up by strings of lights all around, and candles that sat on an elaborately
decorated table.

It was a whole other world nestled in between the trees. Cloth was draped all around,
weaving in and out of the intricate wood work. The table was beautifully set and covered
in cloth the color of the wine that sat atop it and was sitting next to a bouquet
of matching roses.

“Nathan…” I trailed off, so overwrought with emotion.

“Do you like it?” he asked, wrapping his arms around me.

“It’s beautiful.”

We headed down the lit walkway, tears welling in my eyes. Nathan helped me take a
seat, setting my crutches against the wall. He kneeled in front of me, took my head
in his hands, his eyes searching mine for discomfort. His body was tense, waiting
for my reaction.

I was blown away by it all. “It’s so wonderful. I didn’t know you had such a romantic
streak in you.”

After I was done speaking, he relaxed, chuckling as he leaned forward to kiss my lips.
“Well, I figured I had a lot to make up for. We should’ve had our first date long
ago.” He took a seat and poured the wine. “Plus, my mom helped out with the decorations.
She wanted us to feel like we were somewhere else.”

There were rolls sitting in a basket we nibbled on. I still wasn’t sure what was going
on, but received my answer when the back door opened and someone came out with a tray.
She placed it on a small table against the gazebo wall and picked up two small plates,
setting them down in front of Nathan and me before retreating.

“You hired a waitress?” I looked from the salad in front of me to the retreating form
of our silent guest.

“And a cook.” Nathan took a bite of his salad. “I wanted to take you out, but it would
be difficult for you with your cast still on.”

“So you opted for a mix?”

“Exactly.”

We worked on our salads, me picking out the tomato and giving it to Nathan, him picking
out the olives and putting them on my plate. It was a strange symphony I had a feeling
would develop more over time.

“Ah, missed one,” he said, picking up the olive with a fork. Instead of placing it
on my plate, he held it out in front of my mouth. I let out a small laugh before opening
my mouth and letting him put the fork inside. It was going to be an interesting evening.

Dinner arrived, and I cut off a piece of pork and held it on the fork in front of
Nathan’s mouth. He quirked an eyebrow at me, smiling as he leaned forward to take
the bite.

I opened my mouth and pointed my finger toward it while making a little feed me sound.
He swallowed hard and his eyes darkened.

“The next time you do that, I will put something in your mouth and you will suck on
it, choke on it, and then swallow what I give you.”

I drew in a sharp breath and began squirming in my seat. “Promise?”