Torn (42 page)

“You little, ungrateful piece of
sh–”

“And that’s all folks,” Saunders interrupted,
yanking Nate off his cousin as all attention was turned to him. “Hudson, cool
your jets, let’s not make a scene here,” he warned, pushing his palm in Nate’s
chest as he tried to move back toward Billy with his fists clenched at his
sides.

“Did you hear what he said?” Nate
snapped.

“It’s just words, dude, words
from a twisted drunk.”

“Nate, please don’t do anything
you’ll regret,” I pleaded, stepping to him and tugging at his clenched hand.

“I won’t regret it,” he grated
out through gritted teeth. “It’s been a long time coming.”

“Asshole,” muttered Billy under
his breath.

“Nate, stop!” yelled Josh as he
reappeared with a bottle of water, halting Nate in his forward surge as Saunders
pushed and I pulled to keep him off his cousin. “He’s drunk, and we’ve had
enough drama in this family, I can’t handle any more. Go enjoy the party with
Sky, I’ll get him in a cab and take him home.”

“You didn’t hear what he said,”
Nate glowered.

“Nate, it’s ok. Like Saunders
said, it’s only words. Don’t let it ruin our night out,” I begged, grabbing his
chin to force him to look at me. Wow, angry Nate was one seriously hot look. “Please,
for me,” I whispered, holding his gaze. He exhaled heavily and nodded, relaxing
his tense muscles a fraction.

“I’ll take them home,” Saunders
volunteered. “That hot chick I’ve been working on at the bowling alley gets off
in an hour, finally asked if I want to hook up tonight.”

“You sure?” Nate asked him,
scowling at Billy over his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure I have a
sick bag, and Josh can sit in the back with him and keep him from ruining my
leather.”

“This isn’t over, Billy, not by a
long shot. I’ll be paying you a visit soon,” Nate hissed.

“Whatever,” Billy retorted,
looking far too gleeful that he’d managed to push some of Nate’s buttons. I
gave Saunders a grateful smile as he let go of Nate and they did a fist bump,
then I kissed Josh on the cheek before Nate pulled me away.

“You’re never on your own with
him again,” Nate snapped. “Are we clear?”

“I wasn’t alone, we were at a
crowded party,” I protested. What the hell had I done wrong?

“Don’t care.”

“Hey, slow down,” I complained,
as he sped me through the drunken crowds toward the private elevator. “Where
are we going? The party’s just getting started.”

“Right now I’m in the mood for a
party of just two.”

I swallowed hard as he hammered
on the button for the elevator car. He wasn’t in a tender, lovemaking mood, he
was in a rough-fuck mood. I was going to need to be extra wet for that. It was
a good thing he turned me on enough to make sure that was never an issue.

He hauled me up out of the car,
pinning me to it as he fisted my hair and kissed me like it was our last time.
He’d been furious on the drive back, radiating a tangible sexual tension that
my libido was totally tuned into. By the time he pulled off to head up to our
other favorite spot to enjoy each other, apart from the roof terrace, my chest
was heaving and I was so swollen and wet. If I’d have been a bit more of an
exhibitionist, I might have pulled up my dress and played with myself to give
him something to take his mind off what was eating him. I’d assumed he was
oblivious to the way his cousin took advantage of his good nature and fatherly
presence in his life. I’d obviously been wrong.

“No one touches you but me, Sky
Torres, no one,” he growled, possession in his tone and in his eyes. “You’re
mine.”

“I’m yours,” I nodded, trying to
catch my breath as he held my hair so tightly my chin was tipped up in the air.

“Mine,” he warned again, biting
my lower lip so hard I could taste the metallic tang of blood. I winced and he
immediately soothed it with his tongue before kissing me passionately again.
God, he was becoming as essential to me as oxygen. His need for me fueled me,
made me feel so desired. “Dress off, leave the rest on,” he ordered as he
stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the roof of
his car.

I nodded, my eyes fixed on his
broad chest, at the bold black ink on it that spelled out my name. I wondered
how he’d feel when he saw my surprise. I tuned into my inner slut and sexily
strutted around him, slinking over to his hood as I swayed my hips while I gave
him a coy look over my shoulder. His eyes were fixed on my ass as he followed
me, so I decided I’d let him see it. I stayed facing the windshield of his car
as I gripped the hem and very slowly inched it up, feeling the light breeze on
the back of my thighs, then my cheeks, smiling to hear Nate curse. I always
wore boy shorts, cotton or pretty lace ones, unless he demanded me in a pantyless
state. But tonight I’d gone for a black v-string that curved high over my hips
and cut down between the cheeks of my ass, which I knew he loved. I pulled the
dress over my head as I felt his hand run circles on my virtually bare bottom
and tossed it up to join his shirt on the roof.

“You made me a promise, Ace,” I
reminded him as I lowered my upper body onto his hood, the chill of the
paintwork hardening my nipples as I reached to curl my fingers in the gap below
his windshield. “Are you going to deliver?”

“I
always
deliver,” he
retorted, giving me a stinging slap that made me close my eyes and take in a
sharp breath. “Spread those legs, baby. I’m going to be down there awhile and
need room to really do a full inspection.”

“My engine does seem to be
running on a little too much lubrication,” I smiled, as I turned my head and
pressed my cheek to the cold metal, moving my ankles further apart.

“As far as I’m concerned, you can
never have too much lubrication, but I plan on going full throttle and won’t
have the need for any brakes tonight.”

“As long as it’s not a race to
cross the finish line, I’m at the starting line and ready to go. My clutch
could do with a bit of pumping though.” I couldn’t help it, I started giggling.
I had so much to learn when it came to dirty talk. I seriously needed another
sexual master class with Liam. My giggle soon turned to a plea for more, as
Nate slipped the string aside and dipped one of his fingers inside me, barely
entering me at all. He just held it there, letting my muscles contract and grip
him, trying to drag him in deeper.

“Someone’s very hungry tonight,”
he observed, the pride emanating from his voice that he got me so worked up for
him.

“So feed me,” I begged, lifting
my ass higher up in the air, eager for more.

“I’m the one who’s going to be
eating first,” he warned as he pulled my string so tightly, it was compressing
my clit. I flexed against the tension, the relief immediate, but it soon
dissipated when Nate tore it, the tiny pieces of material hanging down with
just the top of the panties still circling my hips. “Or should I say drinking,”
he murmured as he slid his finger through me, up and down, up and down, driving
me crazy, my fingers virtually denting his hood as they tensed up.

“
Ace,”
I moaned as he bit
the back of my neck, then started kissing his way down my spine, licking the
hollow of my back above my butt crack, then dragging his tongue down through it
to circle my ass, leaving me panting with anticipation. He moved lower and slid
his tongue and that God damn amazing piercing into my pussy and fucked me there
as he gripped the front of my legs, just above my knees. My legs were quivering
already, but he had to go and slide one of his hands up my thigh and add his
thumb to the mix, rubbing my clit hard as he thrust in and out. I detonated
fast and hard, bucking against his face, grateful for the support of his car
below me. Just as I thought I was coming down and regaining my equilibrium, he
pressed his piercing on the smooth strip of skin between my pussy and ass and
licked hard.

“Your scent gets me so damn hard,
baby,” he rasped, “I could spend days eating you out.”

“Hmmm, please,” I agreed. “Oh God!”

He was
there
, circling my
ass, letting the hot, wet tip of his tongue, then the cold, hard metal skim
over those sensitive nerves, sending waves of pleasure rippling out across my
body and deep, deep into my core. The harder he licked, the wetter I got, and the
harder I panted, the hotter I become, inside and out. When he slid some fingers
into my pussy at the same time as invading me with his tongue, where I’d never
imagined a tongue would ever go, I was swearing like a sailor on shore leave
that couldn’t find an open bar. It was embarrassing. It was degrading. It was
so
damn
arousing. I tensed up, my body trembling as I tried to fight the
urge to tell him to stop and just give in to the fact that while it seemed so
unnatural, it was giving me so much pleasure. Nate too, judging by the groans
he was making. My climax started to boil, the heat slowly expanding, creeping
up my spine, until my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I screamed his
name as I was tipped over the edge, bathed in the most amazing bliss and
feeling of contentment.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Nate
groaned, slowly extracting his fingers and gently rubbing my pulsating clit as
I tried to regain my senses. “I can’t wait to slide my cock in there, baby.”

“Don’t. You. Dare!” I warned.
Jesus, I could barely cope with a finger up the ass, there was no way he was
coming near me with
that.
I felt the car suspension dip as he folded
himself over me, his palms either side of my shoulders, the cold metal of his
nipple bar pressing into my back, his cock nudging between my legs of its own
free will. It was like it was magnetized to my pussy. Seconds later, he was
breeching it, ramming himself in with a forceful thrust that made the car, and
me, shudder. Nate held himself there, his lips trailing over my cheek, feeling
like silk. He smelled so good, his citrus body wash and the scent of me all
over him. It was so erotic.

“You’re mine, baby, all of you. So
if I want to fuck your ass one day, I will. And you’ll love it.”

“I love anything you do to me,
Ace. But not without a bucket load of grease and a lot of tinkering first,
thank you very much.”

“I’m happy to tinker. You ever
feel like you need a bit of fine-tuning back there, I’m your guy.”

“
My
guy,” I stated firmly,
twisting my head and pursing my lips for a brief kiss. “Now fuck me. Please.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled,
drawing his hips back, leaving just the head of his swollen cock stretching my
outer ring, before driving forward and shunting me up the hood onto my tiptoes.

“Oh yes, harder,” I cried.

“So. Hungry. For. Me,” he uttered
between thrusts that threatened to render me childless, but my God, the
stimulation from his cock caressing me internally was incredible, not to
mention that piercing or his heavy balls slapping against my clit.

“Faster.” My high-pitched,
desperate tone sounded nothing like me. It wasn’t the voice of a naïve young
girl-slash-tomboy, it was the voice of a woman in her sexual prime, being more
than satisfied by her mate. I thrust my hips back each time Nate powered
forward, driving his cock in so deep I was seeing stars and barely able to
breathe. He was relentless, determined, and majestic. Roaring my name as he pounded
behind me, my limbs turned to jelly as I felt the familiar rumble inside me.

“Sky … oh Jesus … fuck …
Sky
,”
he grunted as he fucked me thoroughly.

“
Nate!”
That mewl, in that
tone, told him. It said I was done. That I wanted him to come, in me and with
me. And he did, both of us exploding in the most powerful mutual orgasm we’d
had to date. He collapsed down on me, panting as we tried to kiss between breaths.

“And
that
is doggy style
checked off the list.”

“As long as you don’t get tired
of me when you run out of the positions.”

“I’ll never get tired of doing
that with you, Sky Torres. Never.”

I smiled and closed my eyes,
completely spent.

I woke up to hear the loft’s
steel door creak back and found myself suspended in Nate’s arms. Just when I
thought I’d seen all sexy angles of him, looking up at him as he carried me was
possibly the sexiest yet.

“What happened?” I yawned.

“You pretty much passed out on me
and I was hardly able to get your dress back on,” he chuckled, as he managed to
slide the door shut and swing the heavy bolt over into the latch. “And when
were you going to tell me about what’s on your ribs?”

“Crap,” I exclaimed. I’d
forgotten, and he’d obviously been so focused on our pleasure, he hadn’t
noticed until after. “I wanted to do something for you, to show you how much I
love you and how proud I am of you.”

“Proud?” He headed into his room
and gently set me on his bed, putting his hands on his hips as he looked down
at me.

“You’ve been so strong with
everything happening, and you’ve been killing it out on the field. I wanted you
to know how strongly I felt about you. How
permanent
,” I added,
repeating the phrase he’d used when he’d had “Sky” tattooed above his heart.