Hurting To Feel (Carpool Dolls) (10 page)

He'd
waken up three times and had sex with her. At first, he believed her insatiable
when she practically slept half on top of him, but during the times when they
weren't having sex, she continued holding on to him. Even when he slipped out
of bed and went to his office, she'd whimpered in her sleep and reached for
him.

He
liked how needy she was with him, but her actions confused him.

More
than anything, he wanted inside her head. From the outside, she came across calm,
cool, and collected. Typically, he stayed away from professional women because
they'd lost the ability to run on their emotions. Every aspect of their lives
revolved around calculations and schemes.

Yet,
Addison showed him more in the short time they'd spent together than most women
had. The second looks she cast his way when she answered, as if she wasn't sure
if she said the right thing. The constant way she touched him when she wasn't
thinking. He pitched forward until his forehead landed on the window. Hell, she
tended to lean against him, seeking his support or protection whenever they
were within five feet of each other.

He
wanted to know why she sought him out. Something or someone hurt her in the
past that forced her to close herself off from everyone. She didn't even
recognize how much she yearned for the stability he could give her.

Soon,
he'd know more about her and could make sure she never doubted her place in his
life. He straightened and moved away from the window. From here on, Addison was
his job. The hell with the corporate world. Money would never bring him calm
the way she could once he taught her how to serve him.

At
the edge of the bed, he looked down on Addison. He'd fulfill her in ways she
never imagined or thought she knew she wanted and in return, he hoped to
dominate the demons inside of him. The ones crying out to hurt, run, and
survive.

Last
night, she thought enthusiastic sex equaled pain. His chest warmed. She had no
fucking idea the level he needed and would get from her.

Fully
dressed, he sat on the edge of the bed and leaned toward her. "Time to
wake up."

She
puckered her lips. He trailed his finger along her slim brow, softening the
muscles making her frown. She moaned in her sleep, and he hardened. He liked
the susceptible side to her as much as her temper.

Last
night, he learned silence angered her. Authority scared her. And, when he put
his mouth between her thighs, she lost all control of her body. When on the verge
of a climax she'd open her mouth and when she orgasmed, she bit down on her
bottom lip. He wanted to unzip his jeans and curb his lust for her, but they
were running out of time.

He
sat up, yanking the sheet covering her body, and spanked her bare ass.
"Get up."

She
jolted into a sitting position on the bed. He took pity on her, and kissed her
hard, taking away the sting from his hand. When she relaxed, and got her
bearings, he pulled back. He grinned at the dazed look on her face.

"Time
to take a shower." He pulled his shirt over his head.

"What
time is it?" She stifled a yawn.

He
held out his hand. "Eight."

She
latched onto his fingers, unfolded her legs from the sheet tangled around her
knees, and stood on the bed. "It's Saturday. Do you work?"

Instead
of jumping down to the floor, she pitched herself at him. He had just enough
time to put his hands under her butt and hold her as she wrapped her legs
around his waist and her arms around his neck, burying her head in his
shoulder. Pleasantly surprised at the position, he stood holding her. He liked
the way he could carry her, as if she were a child and depended on him to move
her to the other room.

"No,
I'm home all day, doll, but the movers will be here at ten o'clock and I need
to feed you," he said, moving across the room.

"What?"
Her head came off his shoulder. "Where are you moving?"

He
continued to hold her as he turned on the water to the shower. "Nowhere.
I'm having your clothes and bathroom supplies brought over here. Later, you can
bring the other belongings you have to the house."

She
struggled against him. "Put me done, Nate."

He
ignored her and locked his arms around her hips. She was going to get a bigger
surprise if she kept moving against his erection.

"Nate!"
she said.

He
braced his foot against the tub, letting her straddle his thigh with her feet
off the ground but keeping her on him. "You're to call me Nathan. I asked
you to do that for me, remember?"

Naked
and moving, she tilted, trying to get one of her feet on the floor. He ignored
the way her heat pressed through the leg of his jeans and straight to his
thigh. Letting her put all her weight on the one part of her that he knew would
make her listen, he hooked her neck and held her by the hair. Not enough to
hurt her. He only wanted to bring her attention around to him.

He
gave her no room to move her head. "Say it."

She
froze and glared. He glanced down and his chest expanded. "Love feeling
how hot you are against me, but when I asked you to call me Nathan, I meant it.
Only you know will know me as Nathan."

"You're
taking everything away from me," she ground out between her teeth.

He
moistened his lips. "You still have a house. Later, when you understand
that you're not going anywhere, that I'm not going anywhere, you can rent it
out, sell it, or leave it empty, I don't care. That'll be up to you. I'm not
taking anything away. I'm giving you what you need. Right now, that's me and
what I can do for you."

Her
mouth grew tighter as she fought for balance on his leg and the pressure on her
head where he held her hair. "All you're doing is hurting me."

"Am
I?" He wiggled the leg propped up on the tub. "I can practically feel
the dampness from your pussy soaking into my jeans. Tell me, am I hurting you
right now?"

Her
eyes shifted to his chest and the cords on her neck convulsed with her
swallowing. He waited. She'd formed an opinion in her head that what he wanted
with her was to take everything from her. The truth was much different.

She
shifted on his leg. He tilted his head. No longer was she thinking about his
demand.

"Say
my name," he whispered.

Her
hands came off his arm and held on to his shoulders. She continued to move
against his thigh, back and forth, grinding her heat against him. He used the
hold on her hair to ease her face toward him.

"That's
it, doll. Make yourself feel good and say my fucking name." He pulled her
forward, making her body tilt, putting more pressure on her clit, and captured
her lips.

He
kissed her hard, demanding, and deep. Not letting her go and helping her stay
balanced as she rode his thigh, he repeated, "Say my name."

"N-Nathan…"
Her eyelids fluttered and her breath came in pants. "Please, Nathan."

Without
jarring her, he picked her up and set her on her feet, holding her steady as
she swayed. Harder than a rock, he stripped off his jeans and boxers. He could
already imagine her tight, hot, body impaled on him.

He
picked her up again and smiled when her arms went back around his neck and her
legs wrapped around his waist. He sucked in his breath. "Fuck, I like when
you hang on me, doll. Let me inside you. I'll ease your ache."

She
bounced, rubbing against him. He guided her hips down, and slipped his hardness
inside of her. All the muscles in his legs constricted, his balls ached in
pleasure. With her wrapped around him, he rocked from his heels to his toes,
thrusting balls deep. The weight of her on his cock squeezed the hell out of
him. He fought to hold back until she found her release.

"Yeah."
He grunted. "Take all of me."

"Nathan,"
she breathed.

She
clawed at his back. The sharp, stinging pain set him off. He pumped inside of
her, pushing her down hard on him, half lifting her off before letting her fall
against his hips. Slick from her arousal, she glided over him, stroking his
length.

"Oh,
God. Oh, God," she chanted.

His
whole body jacked. "Eyes on me. Let me see you come."

As
she took his orders and obeyed, her arms trembled around his neck and her body
convulsed in his arms. He arched his back, all his energy congregated deep in
his sack and he exploded. Holding himself still, he spurt his load deep inside
of her. Long after he'd emptied himself, his body seized in a rhythmic pattern
not wanting to stop.

Addy
laid her head on his shoulder and let her arms fall to the sides. He took one
step, stumbled from weakness, and stopped. "Need to shower," he
mumbled.

She
nodded against his neck and allowed him to slip out of her and set her down.
Then he led her into the shower. He quickly washed as he watched her stand
under the spray of the water, her eyes closed, her facial features relaxed.
When he was done, he changed positions with her, and proceeded to wash her
body, taking special care to wash between her legs.

Addison
held on to him, finally leaning her head against his chest. He chuckled. All he
had to do in the future if he didn't want her arguing with him was to wear her
out sexually. Too bad, he enjoyed the spirited Addison even more.

After
he toweled her off, he went out to the closet and grabbed her one of his
T-shirts. He returned to her, and slipped the material over her head. He took
in the long legs, the flushed cheeks, her wet hair lying wild around her
shoulders, and frowned.

"You'll
stay in the bedroom while the guys bring your things into the house. I don't
want them seeing you." He covered his head with the towel and dried his
hair.

When
he tossed the towel, he caught her staring. "Problem?"

"Yes,
Nate," she said.

He
clamped his teeth together to hide his grin, but failed. Throwing back his
head, he laughed.

"I
don't see anything funny…Nate." Her arms crossed, pulling the shirt tight
over her breasts, which were firm and round without a bra.

"Keep
pushing me," he muttered. "I'll convince you that I only want to hear
the name Nathan from your lips."

She
had no idea that one of the men would take one look at her, and challenge him
for a chance at her. As much as he'd love to fight for her any day or night,
right after she sucked all the strength out of him was not the time to prove he
could take on any man.

"The
men coming to the house are friends. Friends from my past." He lifted her
chin. "One look at you and they'll be fucking you in their heads. I won't
allow that. Understand?"

Her
eyes rounded. "What do you mean, your friends from the past? They don't
work for a moving company?"

He
shook his head. "They steal cars."

"Nathan!"
She grabbed his arms. "How did they get in my house? I don't want them to
steal my things. I have…I have valuables."

"I
gave them permission to unlock the door. Don't worry. They have ways of getting
in and out, you won't even notice. They also know that if anything is missing
or broken, they'll answer to me, and they won't want to do that." He
stepped into his jeans. "Can I take this as you're okay with moving in
with me?"

"Ten
minutes ago, yes. Now, no." She rolled her eyes when he laughed.

She
walked past him to the mirror, and fingered combed her hair. He leaned against
the doorway of the bathroom, content to watch her. "You can use my
brush."

"I
never brush when my hair is wet." She continued untangling her hair, only
wrinkling her nose when a stubborn snarl caught on her fingers. "Can I ask
you something?"

"Yeah,"
he said.

"Why
do you insist I call you Nathan when you told me your name was Nate, and when
we went out for drinks the first time, you insisted I call you Nate instead of
Mr. Rafferty. Even at my house, you had no problem with me calling you
Nate." She turned away from the mirror, but didn't come any closer to him.

"No
one calls me Nathan. The only one allowed to call me Nathan is Professor Frank,
because he's accepted who I am, no matter how dirty I became, or how rough I
acted, he remained beside me. He'd die to save my back. I want the same commitment
from you. Every time you call me Nate or Mr. Rafferty, I'll deny you what you
want. Understood?"

He
heard her swift inhale. She nodded. He raised his brows waiting. The request
was a simple one, but not to do what he asked carried a severe punishment for
Addy.

Without
looking away, she lifted her chin and whispered, "Thank you, Nathan."

He
closed his eyes and let his chin fall to his chest. He never expected her to go
there, and until she said it in that soft voice of hers, he had no idea how
much he needed it. He only knew he wanted her to call him Nathan for the rest
of his life.

He
stepped in front of her and kissed her forehead. "Stay in the room. I'll
go make you a quick breakfast. When the guys leave, I'll show you the house and
get you settled."