K. Lynn - Reciprocity

Nathan scooted up behind me, his chin resting on my shoulder. “Yeah? What did they say?”

My eyes scanned over the lines of print. “They’re booked until September, and they sent us more information.”

His frown reflected in the screen. “That’s so long.”

I arched my neck back and quirked a brow at him. “In a hurry, Mr. Thorne?”

He nodded. “Yes. You’re mine, and I want you to be mine in every way right fucking now. Problem with that?”

Warmth blossomed in my chest, spreading throughout my body. “No. I like it.”

“Makes you feel special, doesn’t it?” he asked, leaning in. I nodded. “Good, because you are special. You’re my everything.”

“There you go being all sweet and mushy again.” I pressed my lips against his neck.

“You love it, because you know when I’m done, I’m going to show your body who you belong to. I’ll bring out my dirty slut that begs to please me with her body. And if she’s a good girl, I’ll make her come over and over, giving her the pleasure she gives me.”

I squirmed against him, his words affecting me as always. His hand slipped around my waist to between my thighs, the heel of his hand digging in and rubbing against my clit.

My cheeks warmed, and I fought back a moan. “You’re distracting me. I’m trying to read.”

His teeth scraped against my neck. “Read later. I’m going to fuck you now.” His other hand pulled down my tank top and pinched my nipple, sending tingles through me.

“Insatiable much?” I asked, smiling as I teased him, trying to resist as long as possible. It always made him more aggressive when I put him off.

His hand was rough, grabbing at my pussy. “I haven’t had you today.”

“And you’re aggravated at having to wait so long.”

“Yes.”

“But if you let me read, I’d be able to tell you they have a last minute cancellation, creating an opening in three weeks.”

All movement stopped as he froze, reading the screen over my shoulder. “That’s just after Valentine’s. Fuck. Tell her we’ll take it!”

“But that’s so soon.”

“We’re fucking taking it.” His voice was firm.

“Are you sure?”

“Are you getting cold feet or something?” He arched an eyebrow at me and pursed his lips.

I shook my head. “No, it’s just…”

“What?”

I rubbed my knuckle against my lower lip. “Freaks me out.”

He slumped against me, groaning. “Why does it freak you out, baby?”

I was silent, unsure how to say what I felt—how my chest bubbled, my hands tingled, and the urge to run away from the conversation grew. “I’m still getting used to the idea that we’re engaged.”

His mouth rested against my shoulder. “Do you love me?”

“Yes.” What kind of question was that?

“Do you want to be with me forever?” He angled his head a little so he had a better view of my entire facial expression.

“Yes.” I blinked and swallowed, though I wasn’t nervous. I just… Well, I didn’t know what.

“Do you ever want to be apart from me?”

My head shook once more. “Never.”

He smiled at me. “Neither do I. So what does it matter when we do it? The sooner we get married, the sooner we can move on with our lives.”

Somehow, his words calmed me. “You have a point.”

He nodded and stared at me with a serious look in his gaze. “And I have a pointer I’d like to poke you with, so fucking tell her we’ll take it so we can celebrate with my cock shoved up your cunt.”

“Ass.” My lip quirked up, and I turned back to the computer.

“Not right now. I need to get off, and it’s going to be in your pussy first. Maybe I can hit your ass up later.”

He was pissy, which meant a quickie. Not that I had any problem with that—the man knew how to get me off in a short period of time.

As soon as I was done and my laptop was on the coffee table, he was leaning over and lowering me down to the floor. His lips found mine, almost bruising with the force of his kiss. One hand was pushing my pants down while the other pinned my arm beside my head. I was already wet from his groping, and even more so when he restricted me, even in the slightest ways.

My free hand reached between us, sliding against his abs until I reached his waistband. I pulled the front down just enough for his cock to join the party. It was more than enough room, because he swatted my hand away and pushed himself into me.

We both groaned as he entered, my hips angling up to get him deeper.

“Damn! It’s fucking Sunday. I should have wrecked this pussy this morning, but you wanted to go out for breakfast.”

I bit my lip.

“You planned for this, didn’t you? You wanted me to attack you like a fucking animal.” He pulled back, then slammed his cock back inside, making the breath leave my lungs and my back arch. “Throw you down like a slut and pound you until you can’t walk. Bruise your skin with my hands and teeth.” Another hard thrust of his hips, accentuated almost every other word. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Then take it. Take me.” He sped up, driving his cock into me at an unrelenting pace.

Talk was replaced with grunts and groans—chants to deities above. Each stroke was delicious torture, pushing me, dragging me.

My eyes and mouth were open as I screamed out, clamping down on him, milking the come from him with each pulse.

“Fuck!” He grabbed hold of my chin as I came down so we were face to face. The man before me was menacing and powerful, and I bowed to him. “Look me in the eyes when I fill you with my seed.”

I shuddered, the sexy words making me clench around him. I loved watching his come-face—the way he screamed out, face scrunched up, the tendons in his neck taut. It was followed by euphoria taking over, filling his eyes, and a lazy smile as the last drops seeped from him.

He collapsed down, trying to catch his breath. “I need a nap now.”

“Ditto.”

My limbs seemed boneless, unwilling to respond to my commands.

Job well done.

I let out a yawn as the elevator doors opened, blinking back the drowsiness fighting to send me back to dreamland. Fingers tangled with mine and tugged, forcing my feet forward.

“Come on, sleepyhead. I’ll walk you to your office,” Nathan said, smirking at me.

We rounded the corner and headed down the hall. I wasn’t paying much attention. I only knew someone was headed toward us, so I leaned into Nathan, making space. Despite my efforts, my shoulder grazed someone.

“Excuse you,” Tiffany said, sneering at me.

“Sorry,” I said. When I realized who it was, I knew she had run into me, not the other way around. I stopped and turned toward her, my body jerking as Nathan was still pulling my arm. “I didn’t realize you were blind. I mean, we moved over for you, but you still felt the need to run into me.”

She threw me her bitch brow. “What are you talking about, crazy town?”

My eye twitched at the name she called me. I was getting so close to laying one of the bitches out, and I wasn’t a violent person. How much more was I expected to stand?

“Why did you run into me? Is the need to feel superior to me, to bully me, that great? What do you get out of it?”

She gaped at me like a flustered fish. “You… I…”

“What? You do know your actions are hostile, and I can file a complaint against you, right? I mean, you would know this if you read the handbook.” She stared at me, unresponsive. “Oh, or was I wrong in thinking you could understand the legal language or read at all?”

Tiffany sputtered but failed to produce any words, her face growing red. I rolled my eyes and faced forward.

“Forget her,” Nathan said as we continued on our way.

I leaned against him, a new pep in my step. “Already have. She’s just a jealous bitch anyway.”

“Has their shit gotten better or worse since I came back?”

I shrugged. “It’s a toss-up. The good thing is they don’t interrupt my work anymore.” I looked up at him. “Do they come to your office?”

He shook his head. “No. I can’t help them with anything, and we’re not in the same department. They tried the first few days, but I shot that shit down immediately. No more bugging the crap out of me and trying to seduce me.”

“Only I get to do that.” I stood a little taller.

He smiled down at me and pulled me close. “I love it when you seduce me.” His lips pressed against my forehead. “Too bad we have an appointment tonight. I’d let you do it right after work.”

I’d forgotten about Dr. Morgenson. Due to the holidays, we hadn’t seen him much over the past few weeks.

“What do you think Darren will say? Do you think he’ll approve of the fast timeline?”

“He’s the one who encouraged us to go forward with our relationship. I’m sure as hell not asking our therapist when I can marry you.”

I patted his chest. “He’s not going to tell you what to do. He never does. It’s his job to tap his pen, look concerned, and sigh a lot. You know… like a parent would do to his son when he knows he’s whoring around with some little slut.”

“My little slut.” He pulled me in tighter.

“Tell that to him and then throw in a ‘By the way—I’ve nailed her repeatedly, so now it’s time to marry the little slut.’ See how he reacts to that.”

I giggled, and he pinched my ass. “You and that dirty mouth.”

I smiled and pushed off his chest, then sauntered away.

Seduction was for wimpy Boob Squad members. I knew what he wanted.

He wanted to tussle—to pull, yank, grab, and demand I be his.

Even though I already was.

“You two look like the cat that ate the canary. What’s going on?” Dr. Morgenson asked, looking between us.

“We’re getting married in two weeks.” Nathan smiled, but his eyes hardened as he stared at the good doctor, almost as if warning him.

Darren blinked, his gaze shifting between us, studying. Then a chuckle slipped from the smile forming on his face. He shook his head and continued to laugh.

“What?” Nathan asked. It was obvious he was as confused at Dr. Morgenson’s reaction as I was.

“I’m beginning to wonder if you even need me anymore. The rate at which you’re improving is astonishing and has very little to do with me,” he said as he lifted his glasses and wiped away the tears in his eyes.

I leaned forward and shook my head. “But we owe you so much.”

His eyebrows shot up and he chuckled. “I mediate at best. I get you to open up to each other and communicate. But it’s been months since you’ve needed me in that capacity. I am in no way saying you’re both fine, but I believe you’re no longer in need of couples therapy.”

“Why? You were so insistent we needed it, and now?” Nathan’s brow furrowed.

Dr. Morgenson turned to Nathan and leaned toward him a little. “Seven months ago, you two had just gone through the equivalent of an atom bomb in your relationship. I was there, helping you pick up the pieces and put everything back together. Four months ago, I had a strong feeling that you were finally headed in the right direction after some very hard months and encouraged you to move forward. You were strong and united together. Lila has blossomed and stands up for herself and her wants, whereas you’ve relinquished a lot of fear of the Marconi and guilt over Grace.”

“The Marconi will always be watching and waiting.”

“But you’re better prepared this time. They will always be there, so why would you let them hold you back from being happy?”

“So, you don’t think we’re moving too fast?” Nathan took my hand and squeezed it.

“No, not at all. Especially for you two.” He leaned forward a little more and smiled. “I do, however, expect an invitation to the blessed event.”

“Wouldn’t be a party without you,” Nathan said, smiling, but it wasn’t at Dr. Morgenson—it was at his friend, Darren.

I chewed at my nail—a bad habit I seemed to be picking up. Granted, said nail had broken earlier in the day, so I was really just trimming it with my teeth.

My stomach was in knots because of the anticipation—the next morning, I’d be giving my deposition.

My eyes scanned over the document, but my mind was too distracted to focus on anything. I needed to talk to Nathan about what I was feeling, but it was so hard to put it into words. I was drowning in worry, but there was also another issue clawing at me.

Knowing it was sometimes easier for me to communicate via email, I opened up my Outlook and composed a short message.