Up All Night Long: From Lust to Love (Romance Anthology) (81 page)

Chapter 6

Nate

Lunch was painful. Never in my whole life had I felt overwhelmed to take someone to my bed like I did with Elizabeth. She was the epitome of every fantasy I'd had, and then some. We got through lunch, playing the game with one another as if it didn't matter to either of us. Guilt ripped through me as I got back to the office and dropped down in my chair.

A picture of my family sat on the edge of my desk. It captured the best parts of us. Too bad it was over seven years old. I couldn't remember a happy moment since.

I picked up my cell phone and called home, hoping to hear Janice's voice and feel something. I didn't want to cheat, and technically it would be cheating if something happened with Lizzy on the trip. There was no way I'd do anything to fuck up my family. Not ever. No matter how badly I wanted to feel my boss pressed against me. An hour of mind-blowing passion wasn't worth the aftermath of-

"What?" Janice barked in the phone. The soft panting said I caught her running up the stairs, exercising or...

"Hey. I just wanted to check in with you." I ran my hand through my hair and stood up. I needed to know. I grabbed my keys and walked to the door. Ten minutes to the house and I'd have my answer. Surely my son was exaggerating, or overheard her watching porn or something that would explain everything.

Janice watching porn? No fucking way.

"Good. You checked in. I'm trying to vacuum and am wrestling with this piece of shit machine you picked up last month," she growled as relief flooded me.

The vacuum. Not her fucking some other guy. Stupid.

I paused by the door to my office, questioning myself over whether to go home or let it go. I was obviously being stupid and overly sensitive.

"All right. I'll get you a new one. What are we doing for dinner?"

"Can I call you back, Nate? This isn't the time." Her tone was ugly. Demeaning as hell.

"Yeah. Sure." I started to tell her that I loved her, but the phone went dead. "What the fuck?"

After checking in with Jen, I took the short way home, and parked down the street, not noticing anyone's car outside the house but Janice's.

"That doesn't mean much. She's hateful, not stupid." I pushed my key in the lock and worked to get the door open before tiptoeing up the stairs. The sound of the vacuum running left me welcoming air back into my lungs.

She wasn't sleeping with anyone, at least not that day.

"More," she groaned as I stopped outside the bedroom and cracked the door open.

The world slowed as I stood in stony silence. Some big guy had my wife bent over the bed, plowing into her as she wore a kinky red nightie that had her breasts hanging down beneath her.

She glanced up and screamed.

Fury burned through me as I pushed the door open and went after the guy. He was twice my size, but I was a well-seasoned brawler from being raised on the rough side of town. I had three hits to his face before he realized what the fuck was happening.

"Wait. Shit, man! I didn't know she had a man." He grabbed his clothes as I picked up a small nightstand from beside the bed and chucked it at him.

"She doesn't. I'm the landlord and she owes rent. You get to pay up, mother fucker." I walked toward him as my vision blurred.

Was she really cheating on me? I'd worked so hard to be the man she wanted me to be, and then some. If she wanted it, I gave it to her. No matter what it required of me.

"What? I ain't got no money." He stumbled, and I reached out, pushing his chest hard and standing at the top of the stairs as he rolled down them.

"Oh my God, Nate. What have you done?" She screamed and started to run past me, but I reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her back.

"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow morning for two days. You have that time to get your shit packed. The kids are staying with me after that." I turned and pressed my forehead against hers as the dude at the bottom of the stairs scrambled outside, still half naked. "If you do anything stupid, I'll come after you with every ounce of fury that you've caused. Do you understand?"

She started to cry and wrapped her arms around me.

I untangled her from me. "My mom's picking the kids up today. You go near them, and I'll make your life a living hell from here on out. Got it?"

"Nate. Please!" She moved back as I gave her a warning growl. "I love you."

I laughed loudly before walking into our bedroom and grabbing a few things from the closet. The image of them on the bed, fucking like pigs left me sick, weak in the knees. This woman was the mother of my children, my best friend... my everything.

"Not anymore," I mumbled and finished packing my things as my stomach turned upside down. I dropped to my knees in front of the toilet and lost the contents of my lunch violently.

"Please let me explain," Janice whispered from the open door to the bedroom. "It's not what you think it was."

I didn't say a word as I moved past her, treating her like she'd been treating me for the last seven years.

Like I wasn't fucking there.

*

I'd finished my third glass of bourbon when someone knocked on my office door and opened it.

Elizabeth.

"You still here?" She moved in and closed the door behind her. The sleeveless cream-colored dress she wore hugged her beautiful body, accentuating how big her tits were and steep her hips flared out. The tiny beaded peaks at the end of her breasts grabbed my attention. She was turned on. Good. She was rather mouthy when lust was involved from what I could tell.

"Yep. I went home for a quick peek in on the old lady, and found her getting it fast and hard from a guy who looked like he ran the school yard a few years back, and the gang rape club since." I hiccupped, not caring what she or anyone else thought. I was lost to my pain, unwilling to hide it.

"Was he someone you could see her with?" She slid her hands behind her as the click of the door being locked filled up the room.

"Now? Yes. When we were in love a few years back... never. I probably should feel about two feet tall by her choice of replacement, but I can't seem to feel anything right now." I set the glass down. "Come here."

She nodded and walked across the room, surprising me a little. "You can't judge yourself based on the last bed you slept in."

"No?" I reached up and ran my hand down her arm, gripping her wrist tightly. "And how do I judge myself?"

"By the woman who would willingly crawl into your bed should you only ask?" She licked at her pretty pink lips, leaving my body hardening with expedience.

"And who would that be?" I tugged her down, half expecting her to slap me, or drop down into my lap.

She moved to her knees and pushed my thighs open as she forced her way in between my legs. "It's a good question. One you'll have to figure out on your own. I'm no love doctor, just a brilliant woman with a healthy appetite for dick."

I reached out and touched the side of her face as a warm rush of pleasure pushed through me. "Why’re you here, Lizzy?"

"You stole my pen from earlier." She glanced around as her dark hair moved over her shoulders. The smell of her perfume washed over me, and I growled.

"I need you right now." I gripped her chin and forced her to look back at me. "Tell me that I can have you."

"Don't ask me, Nate. I'm not the kind of woman who willingly gives up anything." She pressed against me, her large breasts rubbing over the base of my cock and lighting me on fire.

"I like that about you." I leaned forward and brushed my lips along hers before pressing my mouth to her ear and whispering roughly, "I'm not asking for anything. You're already on your knees because you've wanted to be there for the last five years. Stop talking and get busy doing what you came to do. See if you can fit it in your mouth, pretty girl. As much as I want to root for you, I think for the first time ever, you've bitten off more than you can chew."

She jerked her face toward mine, stopping my heart. "Hold my hair and don't come until I tell you to."

A shiver ran through me as I laid back to watch her rip open my slacks before she glanced up at me. The commanding tone in my voice felt good. Right.

"Suck hard and don't you dare turn your face when I come. I want you to drink it."

"Fuck you," she whispered roughly before gripping my cock tightly and leaning over, bringing me back from the edge of nothingness.

Back to life.

Chapter 7

Elizabeth

His cock was way bigger than I ever imagined. The outline of it in his slacks did very little to show off the thickness. I knew he was a good nine inches, but pressing my lips to the soft, wet tip, I realized he was right. I had overstepped my abilities.

"God, you're beautiful." He touched the side of my cheek and let his fingertips brush over my skin as his eyes filled with something on the edge of adoration.

I growled softly and lifted up on my knees as I pressed my teeth into him carefully. He needed to remember that I wasn't the soft feminine type that needed him to vomit false compliments to keep me entertained. I had all I needed in my life, and he was filling the rest of the holes, or would be soon.

The tightening of his fingers around the base of my scalp was painful as I leaned in and took as much of him as I comfortably could. Delicious. A chill ran down my back as pleasure shot out from the back of my neck and forced me to take more of him.

"Fuck," he groaned and leaned his head back, glancing up at the ceiling as I started to work him. "Take it. All of it. Force it inside of you where I've wanted it so fucking long, Lizzy."

My fingers tightened around his shaft, pumping slowly along the parts of him I couldn't reach if I tried. His soft panting left me raw and far more needy for a long hard fuck than I could remember feeling before.

Oh, the things I'd let this man do to me. The things I want him to do to me.

Heat burned between my legs as sticky wetness pooled in my panties. The thought of his tongue on me, lapping me up like a drink offering was enough to leave me willing to play whore to him any night of the week.

Never. 

My lips bumped into my fist as he tugged me up and off of him. The slick swollen skin of his shaft was tantalizing as I glanced down and worked him harder with my hand.

"Lizzy. Fuck. Stop. I haven't had a blow job in ten years. Please." He wrapped one hand tightly around my wrist and his other pressed just beneath my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. He moved faster than I expected, pressing his lips to mine and forcing his tongue into my mouth.

My turn to moan.

The taste of him rushing across me lit me on fire. I reached up and slid my hands up his neck, cupping his strong jaw as I leaned in to the kiss.

The passion in his movements left me dizzy. Confused. Sloppy wet.

"I wanna turn." He pulled back and released my hair, running his hands over my shoulders as I released him and dropped back to my knees.

"I'm not here for a long night of fucking, Nate. I'm here to make you feel better, and then I'm going home." I stroked him once more. "I wanna see you come."

"No. Not like this." He gripped my hand and pressed his teeth into his lip. I could see the indecision all over his handsome face.

"Then not at all." I pushed his hand away from mine and moved closer, taking his cock back in my mouth and sucking hard as he cried out. I swirled my tongue around his head and glanced up, watching him watch me.

"Yeah. More. Okay... more." He nodded and returned his grip on my hair as he scooted forward and lifted his hips, setting the pace for our fucking. He worked himself in and out of me as I gripped the front of his slacks and pulled him to stand. I tugged his pants down and worked him as I moved down his shaft to lick and suck at his sack.

"Shit, Lizzy." He leaned over the top of me as he pressed his hands to the desk.

"So sexy," I whispered and enjoyed myself far more than I had in years on the floor, kneeling in front of a man. He tasted like lust and smelled like heaven.

"No baby, but you are." He looked at me with that same adoring look, but I adverted my eyes. I didn't need to question anything. We were two consenting adults who needed release. I would get mine later at home, but him... I wanted him to have his right there in front of me. Too bad it wasn't part of the game.

"I'm coming soon." He groaned and bucked his hips as I moved back and pinched the tip of his dick, closing the small opening at the end and I clamped my other hand over his balls, squeezing tightly.

"No, you're not. Part of driving yourself to the edge of orgasm is to push and push and push, and then be denied." I licked at my lips and stood up, stroking him once more. "That's masterful. I'm in love with it."

He gripped my arm. "Don't leave me like this. You know how bad I want you."

"No, I don't." I stepped closely and cupped his balls with both of my hands as I ran my nose up the side of his neck. "But we're going to find out."

"Finish me, Elizabeth." He turned his face toward mine and nipped at me.

The action sent a wave of pleasure to my core. It burst along my nerve endings, driving me mad with need for him. I moaned much to my dismay.

"Finish yourself, and when you do... make sure it's my name you moan. I'll allow you to borrow it tonight." I stroked him once more before walking to the door. "Magnificent. Much better than I could have even begun to imagine.”

"Lizzy." He gave me a warning look as he pulled his slacks up slowly. "Come back to a hotel with me tonight. I want more of you. All of you."

"Be ready in the morning for our trip. We're leaving out of hangar twelve-twenty at ten sharp. Don't be late." I closed the door behind me and let out a soft cry as I jogged to my office. I closed the door and locked it before dropping down on the long couch beside my desk.

Tears burned my eyes at how badly I needed him between my thighs, pressing himself into me, claiming me, forcing me to own up to the truth.

I was in love with him. I had been for quite some time, and yet the truth hurt.

Too much to even consider
.

"Lock it up," I groaned before tugging my dress up and sliding my hand down into my panties. I opened myself up and groaned loudly as I impaled myself, imagining it to be him. And it damn sure should have been, but I wasn't yet ready to give up control, and he wasn't ready to take it.

Otherwise, he'd have been at my door, beating it down to get inside.

Inside of me...