K. Lynn - Reciprocity

His jaw clenched while his head dropped back. The cords in his neck stood out, and so did his Adam’s apple.

“Jesus, my slut likes to tease me twenty-four-seven. It’s no wonder I have to send her dirty texts—to remind her what she does to me, and what she’s going to get in return.”

I chuckled. “It’s a tiring job, but someone’s gotta do it, and I can’t allow anyone else to since they won’t do it right.” I grabbed his hand and placed it between my thighs.

“Goddamn…you’re soaking wet. Such a fucking good girl. Makes me proud.” He growled low in his throat, his jaw clicking closed and clenching again.

I shuddered when his middle finger slid over my clit and dipped inside my pussy.

“Fuck.”

Two of his fingers began pumping into me. “Oh, I will, but first I need to teach you a lesson before I fuck you into the floor, listening to you begging me to stop.”

The intensity of his mood directly transferred to me through his hand rocking into me and against my clit. His teeth dug in, biting his way down my neck with a harsh edge. I cried out when he bit down and pulled at my nipple. It was all so much, driving me with force to the edge. I was shaking, muscles tensing, but it wasn’t enough.

“Please.” I needed his cock in me, not his fingers—his body on top of mine, weighing me down, doing just as he described.

Wrapping his other arm around me, he lifted me off the ground, hand still fucking my pussy, and guided us over to the kitchen table. The back of my thighs dug into the edge.

“You’re going to fucking come all over my fingers, and then I might think about giving you my cock.”

A tearless sob shook me and his hand moved faster as his hips rocked his cock against my thigh. The heat and friction was driving me crazy with want. His fingers curled inside, and my eyes flew open, back arching against him again and again until I snapped, screaming out.

His fingers left me, and he lined up and slammed his cock in my pussy before the first waves were done. My orgasm hiccuped, or at least that was what it felt like when he filled me. I wasn’t even through my first when his cock forced me to my second.

I could barely breathe, and my body was shaking. That was two almost right in a row.

He kept pushing me for more, thrusting harder and faster. My pussy was twitching, still coming down from the last high. His hips angled up, hitting my sweet spot while his fingers pinched my clit. Three was the most I’d ever come in one session. I was done, but it seemed he was determined to force one more out of me.

My nails dug into his forearm as my body tensed, coiled so tight I thought I would burst. It felt like I was about to pee, and I was desperate to keep it in but too tired to care. Something exploded from me, and it was more than just my orgasm. I screamed out, crying as wave after wave coursed through me.

I couldn’t hear, couldn’t speak; I could only feel the light, boneless weightlessness. My mind was clear, my body tired, and I collapsed, unable to hold myself up any longer.

“Holy… Damn… Shit.” Nathan’s curses were followed by him tensing as well, his body jerking as he spilled inside me.

Once he was done, he fell down on me, both of us breathing heavily. Neither of us moved, both spent.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked once I could breathe again.

Nathan sat back and looked down at where we were joined and now thoroughly soaked.

“I think you just squirted.” He beamed at me, proud of himself. “Damn, I’m good.”

“If my arms had any strength in them, I’d swat at you.” I chuckled with a tired, drained sound. I was drained. My entire body empty of all energy to move.

“If my legs had any strength, I’d be back inside you right now, making you do that again.” He chuckled and sighed, sounding more than high. He sounded like he’d died and gone to a sinner’s heaven.

It couldn’t be more true—Nathan was the war God of sex.

It took a while to recoup from our activities and to resume cooking dinner. A nap followed by a shower killed a few hours. The sun had set long ago, and there wasn’t much left of the day.

My leg muscles quivered as I stood at the counter. They were weak from all the things Nathan did to me, and threatened to give out. As I pulled the pasta out of the pantry, I looked at the trash can. I had to throw everything out, and even considered pitching the burned pot. Nathan boasted about his ability to clean it, and I was giving him the opportunity to prove it before throwing it away.

He also promised to clean up the…mess by the kitchen table.

The cracking noise of the pasta breaking as I put it in the pot covered up all other sound, so I didn’t hear Nathan as he stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Trying again? I thought we’d just order in.”

I shrugged. “Pasta is quick and easy, and I’m hungry.”

His lips pressed against my neck. “Me too. I worked up an appetite.”

He let go and backed away, heading over to the now warm bottle of wine and placing it in the fridge.

I grabbed a slotted spoon from the drawer and stirred, breaking up the pasta so it didn’t clump. “Guess that will have to wait until tomorrow.”

“It’s not going to go bad.” He pulled out the butter and pasta sauce and placed them on the counter. “So, now that I have income again, let’s talk about the wedding.” I stopped stirring the pasta and turned to look at him. He arched his brow at me. “What?”

“I… Well, what kind of wedding do you want?”

He shook his head. “This is your thing. Plus, I’ve already done it. Isn’t it what women dream about and begin planning in the womb?”

I pursed my lips. He’d already had a big wedding when he married Grace, but did he want another one? “Maybe normal women, but I’m not exactly normal.”

“You are normal, but the way you grew up makes you unique.” His eyes softened the way they always did when I talked about my upbringing.

Hopefully that would change soon, and my abusive past would fade away. Adam’s trial date was set, and we were all ready to give our depositions in a few weeks.

“Oh, you’re a smooth talker tonight.”

He chuckled and ran his hand up and down my arms. “Honeybear, I just want to marry you. I don’t care how it happens. I’m sure you’ve thought at some point about getting married.”

I shook my head and returned to cooking. “I was pretty sure it wasn’t in the cards for me, so why waste my time dreaming about something that was never going to happen? There was no Prince Charming in my fantasies.”

“Well, there’s one in your life now.”

I quirked my brow at him. “You, charming?”

“I am very charming.” His lip twitched as a smile grew on his face. “In fact, I bet I can charm you right out of your clothes.”

“Hasn’t happened yet,” I said and stirred the pot.

His eyes went wide, and he stepped back. “Ouch! You’re feisty tonight.”

I sighed and looked up at him. “Can we just go to the courthouse?”

His lips formed a straight line and his brow crinkled, the light in his eyes dimming. “Is that really what you want?”

There was a pain in my chest from the expression on his face. “What else would I want besides you?”

He shrugged. “Flowers, friends and family—a beautiful dress?”

My mind whirled with that information. Was that what I wanted? Or was the quick and simple trip down the street the way to do it?

The more I thought about it, he was right—at one point in my life, I did think about a wedding. Long ago, back when I believed in Disney fairy tales, before the monsters of Grimm-like creations took away my childhood innocence, replacing it with fear-induced obedience and solitude. The days when my mom was still alive.

I sniffed and brushed a tear from my eye. “Maybe we could do something small.”

He smiled and leaned forward, kissing my forehead. “Small sounds perfect. With small, we could even do a destination wedding.”

I blinked at him, and images of blue skies and turquoise waters filled my mind. Our Florida vacation had been the best time I’d ever had.

I stepped toward him without even thinking about it. “The beach?”

He smiled down at me and brushed his fingers against my cheek. “I love that idea.”

I grinned and wrapped my arms around him.

“Any beach in particular?”

I stared at him and whimpered. “You’re overloading my brain with girly things.”

He laughed out loud and kissed me. “Do I need to get my mother and Teresa to help?”

I nodded furiously. “Otherwise I might have a panic attack even thinking about all the stuff I don’t know that has to be done.”

“First things first—where?”

Reaching up into the cabinets, I pulled down two plates. There was only one beach I’d ever been to. Was one beach better than another?

“All I’ve got is beach.” I gave a half-hearted smile.

“Okay, we’ve got time. We’ll look this weekend. How’s that?”

“Sounds perfect.”

He smirked at me. “By the way…where are your panties?”

“The ones from today?” He nodded. I bit my lip. “They’re in your pillowcase.”

“Fucking hell, baby.” He licked his lips. “Are you trying to make sure I fuck you while you’re sleeping tonight?”

“Maybe.” I shrugged.

“Next time, bring your wet pussy to me. You know I’m always up for taking care of you and your needs.”

“Oh, I know. I just wanted to see your reaction.” I winked at him and returned to finishing up dinner.

Owen slammed his hand on his desk, startling me. “Do you know what time it is?”

I glanced at the clock. “Five.” My lip curled up as I also noticed that I was only halfway through the file I was working on. It was going to be another late night.

“You know what five means, right?”

I quirked a brow at him. “Isn’t that the time normal people get to leave work?”

“Yes!” He pulled his suit jacket off and threw it over his desk and onto the floor. “You know what I’m doing today?”

A small laugh slipped through my lips. “Pretending you have a normal job with a steady schedule?”

He frowned and threw his hands in the air. “Lila, it’s Friday! I want to take Amy out on a date. Maybe have a nice long roll in the hay.” He slammed his file shut…or slammed it as well as file folders did. “I like you, but I spend more time with you than I do with anyone else. Let’s run away and spend more time with those we love.”

“That’s a nice dream.” I stretched my shoulders and neck for a moment, feeling stiffer with each second we imagined leaving the place we’d been stuck in all day long. I settled back into my seat and tried to get as comfortable as possible.

“It doesn’t have to be a dream. All you have to do is hit the save button, bookmark your place in the file, sign out of your computer, and walk out the door. Simple.”

“I don’t know—that sounds like anarchy in the making.” I glanced at the clock on my computer.

A couple of keystrokes later, Owen’s monitor went black.

“Fine, stay here. I tried to save you. Always remember that.”

I waved my hand at him as he walked around his desk and picked up his jacket off the floor. “Have a good weekend.”

He saluted, then disappeared down the hall. I shook my head, chuckling at his antics, then returned my focus to the file in front of me in hopes that I would also be able to leave. I fully expected to see Nathan pop in my office any minute, and wanted to get as much done as possible before that happened.

I finished another page before my phone whistled at me, signaling a text message. I picked up my phone and opened up the mailbox.

Congratulations on your engagement.

My brow scrunched as I looked at the number. It wasn’t someone from my contacts, and it wasn’t from an area code I was familiar with.

I set the phone down, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth. Part of me wanted to text back to find out who it was. The other part of me was washed with dread, knowing who it might be.

Nathan and I spent the weekend surfing the Internet, looking for resorts and beaches to hold our nuptials and reception. We decided on the island of Aruba. From the pictures, it looked like the oasis I’d formed in my mind. Being such a tourist destination, there were lots of beautiful places to contact. Most were booked up.

“Divi Aruba Pheonix emailed.” I stared at the screen, rereading the beginning of the message on my laptop to make sure it wasn’t just an automatic notification or something.