With Me in Seattle Bundle One (65 page)

“I missed you so much,” I whisper against his lips. 

“I hated being so far from you.”  His hips start to move just a tiny bit faster, and I rake my nails down Nate’s back to his ass and hold on.  “God, you make me crazy.”

“Good.”  I feel my body tightening, another orgasm approaching, and I cling to him, wrapping myself around him.  My body shudders with my release, and Nate clenches his jaw, rests his forehead against mine and surrenders to his own climax, whispering my name.

Chapter Eighteen

“How did you get fresh chocolate cheesecake in your fridge while you were gone?” 

We are seated at the breakfast bar, me in panties and his gray T-shirt, and Nate just in his black jeans, the top button undone.

He looks as delicious as this decadent cake.

“I had my housekeeper bring it in.”  He grins and offers me a bite from his plate, and I happily accept.

“I didn’t know you have a housekeeper.  I never see her.”

“She only comes in once a week while I’m at work.  I don’t need someone full time.” 

I put my foot up in his lap, and he starts to rub the arch.

“Okay, I’m in girl heaven.  Chocolate and a foot rub.  Men think we’re so hard to figure out, but it really just boils down to this.”  I close my eyes and enjoy his thumb rubbing up and down the sole of my foot.

“So noted.”  He chuckles and clears our plates.  “Come on.” 

I take his offered hand, and he leads me to the couch.  He sits in the middle and motions for me to sit at the end.  He pulls my bare legs up into his lap, and I turn so my back is against the arm of the couch, and he continues to massage my feet.

Oh, I love him.

“So, tell me about yesterday.”

I sigh in contentment and smile at my sexy man.  “The baby is amazing.  It was a rather quick labor, for a first baby, and Nat did great.  Luke almost passed out when Olivia’s head crowned, but I talked him down from the ledge.”

I laugh at the memory.

“Natalie was incredible.  She’s so strong.  I’ve never seen anything like it.  It was the best birth control I’ve ever seen.  I’m doubling up on my pills from now on.  I don’t care if I become a mutant from the hormones.”

“Baby, you’re so strong, childbirth would be a snap for you.”

Why is he sitting here, calmly talking about me having babies?

“Hell to the no.”  I shake my head vigorously.  “No babies are coming out of this body.”

He eyes me speculatively.  “Are you saying you don’t want children?”

I pause.  He’s being serious.  “I don’t know.”  I frown and look down at his strong hand on my foot.  “I’ve never thought about it.”

“Think about it,” he suggests.

“Someday.” I shrug. 

“I’d like to go see them tomorrow after work.”  He turns the conversation back to Natalie and starts to rub the other foot, and I moan.

“They’d love that.”

“You’ll come with me.”  His gray eyes find mine, and he smiles softly.

“Okay.” 

He runs his hand up and down my bare leg, his eyes following his movement.  “You have great skin, baby.”

“Natalie has a tattoo on her va-jay-jay,” I blurt out.

“What?” Nate gapes at me, his jaw dropped.

“I had no idea, but I saw it with my own eyes.  It’s actually right here.” I point down to my freshly waxed, panty-covered pubis. 

“I don’t know if I need to know this.  If Luke knew something like that about you, I’d kick his ass.”

“I have to tell someone, and you’re the only one I can tell.” I laugh and link my fingers with his.

“What is it?” he asks.

“It’s script in a foreign language.  All of her tattoos are.  She won’t tell me what it means.” I shrug.

“All of her tattoos?  How many does she have?  I’ve never seen any.”

“I’m not sure how many she has.  I don’t know if I’ve seen them all. She puts them where you can’t see them when she has clothes on.  My point was”—I trace the tattoo on his forearm with my finger—“what is up with you guys letting some creep put needles in your genitalia?”

“I thought you liked it.” He gives me a wolfish grin, and I laugh.

“I do, but why in the world would you do it in the first place?”

“I was a twenty-year-old kid who wanted to impress chicks.”  He shrugs and grins.

“Why did you keep it all this time?” I ask.

“Because I went through hell to get it.  It hurt like a son of a bitch.”

“Poor baby.”  I pat his cheek roughly and giggle when he grabs my wrist and bites my palm.

“Okay, so if we’re done talking about babies and needles in sensitive places, tell me exactly what Carly told you yesterday.”  His face is completely serious, and his eyes look a little pissed.

I didn’t mean to let that slip.

“It was nothing, really.  I know she’s full of shit.”  I pull my feet out of his lap, but he grips my calf and holds me in place.

“What did she say, Julianne?” 

I sigh.  “She’s told me twice now that she’s dating you.  Once the day that your ex was in your office, and again yesterday.  I know it’s a lie, so I shrugged it off the first time, but yesterday it was like she was going out of her way to tell me about you two and even asked me to work her accounts for her so she could leave early for a date she had with you.”

Nate scowls and clenches his jaw.  “Go on.”

“She seemed embarrassed when I told her you’d gone out of town, but then her phone chirped with a text, and when she looked at it, she said it was you with her itinerary to join you in New York.   I don’t get it.  She’s been a complete hag since the day she started this job, but I don’t understand what she’s doing with this elaborate story of hers.”  I watch the flames in the fireplace and pull at my bottom lip with my fingers.

“What do you mean she’s been a hag?” Nate asks, his voice deceptively calm.

“Oh, she hates me.”

“She seems professional enough in meetings.”

I chuckle ruefully.  “Honey, of course she does.  It’s when we’re alone that her claws come out.”

“Why haven’t you ever said anything?”

“What am I going to say?  ‘Carly doesn’t play nice, and I don’t like her’?  It’s not that serious. I’ve dealt with morons like her my whole life.”  I shake my head at him.

His eyes narrow, and he cups my cheek in his palm.  “She’s jealous of you.”

“I don’t see why.”  I kiss his palm and lean my cheek into him.  “She doesn’t know about us, obviously, and she has the same job I do."

“You’re gorgeous and intelligent, and she knows that you out-class her.  You’ll move up in our company far more quickly than she will.  And she knows it.”  He brushes his thumb along my lower lip, and I pucker my lips and kiss it.

“Well, it’ll be interesting to see how long she keeps this story up.”

“Julianne, if she says anything like that again, you have to tell me.  If she were to spread this rumor around the office, it would mean an investigation into me, and while I know that they wouldn’t find any fault on my part, it’s unnecessary drama.”

“I want to kick her carrot-top ass.”

“Now that, I would like to see.” Nate laughs, and I smack him on the shoulder.

“You’re a perv.”

“I’m a guy, babe.”

“So.” I straddle his lap and tangle my fingers in his soft, thick hair.  His hands glide up my legs to cup my ass.  “You want to see other women naked, huh?”

“I didn’t say that.  I said I wanted to see you kick her ass.  If you both happened to be naked, who am I to complain?”

I chuckle against his lips and nibble the side of his mouth.  He grips my hips and pulls my pelvis more tightly against his, and I can feel his erection through his jeans.

“I want you,” I murmur. 

Nate growls, and suddenly I’m on my back on the couch, and he’s hovering over me.

“I never stop wanting you,” he responds.  He pulls me up long enough to pull his shirt over my head and trails wet kisses down my throat to my breasts.

God, his lips are magical. 

He pulls and tugs on my nipples, with both his lips and his fingers, and I’m writhing beneath him.  I comb my fingers through his hair and hold on as he moves south, nibbles at my belly button, and nudges my legs farther apart with his shoulders.  He rips my panties off and throws them on the floor.

Oh. My. God.

“You have the prettiest pink pussy, baby.”  He licks my core, from my anus to my clit, and my back bows up off the couch.

“Fuck!”

“Easy.”  He grips my ass in his hands and tilts my pelvis up toward his handsome face.  He places a sweet, chaste kiss on my clit and another on my labia, and then he begins kissing me more deeply, swirling his tongue inside me, gently sucking me.

It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever felt.

“Oh God, Nate.”  I’m still gripping his hair in my fingers.  He moves his mouth up to my clit and just pushes the flat of his tongue against it as he inserts two fingers inside me and pushes down gently.  “Holy fucking shit.”

I feel him chuckle against me, and I’m completely lost to the sensation between my legs.  A thin coat of sweat covers my skin, and I convulse as the orgasm tears through me, leaving me wrecked.

Nate flips me effortlessly onto my stomach and pulls back on my hips, raising my ass in the air.  He slaps me, gently, as he guides his thick, hard cock inside me, and I cry out with shock.

He fucking spanked me! 

I hope he does it again.

He has a tight grip on my hips as he slams into me, hard, over and over again.

“God, I love how tight you are,” he growls and continues the steady, punishing rhythm.  He’s so deep inside me, and the apa is pushing against that most sensitive spot, and I know this orgasm is going to consume me.

“Oh, baby.” I feel my muscles tighten around him.  He lifts my torso, his hands on my breasts, and buries his face in my neck, kissing me.

“Ride me, baby.” 

I move up and down, my hips countering his movements, and it pushes me over.  I grind down on him as I’m overwhelmed by my intense climax, and he cries out as he convulses and finds his own release.

“Did I hurt you?” He pulls out of me and turns me around in his arms, cradling me close, pushing my hair off my face.

“No, why?” We’re both still panting.

“I hit you.”  His gray eyes are wide and regretful, and if I hadn’t loved him before, I would be falling now.

“You spanked me, honey.  There’s a difference.”

“I’m sorry, I was caught up in the moment.  I know I’m strong. I could hurt you.”

“Hey.” I take his face in my hands and kiss him, soothing him.  “You didn’t hurt me.  It was fucking hot.”

“It was?”

“Oh yeah.  Spank me any time, hot stuff.”

“Really?”

“Yes, please.”  I nibble his lips and smile at him, loving the way he’s running his hands up and down my back.

He places a kiss on my forehead and takes a deep breath.  “I love you, Julianne.”

Chapter Nineteen

“You bought Olivia Louboutins?” Natalie asks incredulously. 

It’s Friday evening, and Nate and I are at Luke and Natalie’s place for dinner.  The rest of our workweek was way too busy to manage a trip to the hospital, so Luke called and invited us over for the evening.

Nate and Luke are in the kitchen, cooking up something that smells delicious, and Natalie and I are settled on the couch with the baby, watching our men.

“Of course.” I shrug like it’s no big deal, but I can’t stop the huge grin that comes when I look at the tiny red-soled leopard-print shoes.  “They’ll fit her in a few months.”

“Yeah, for about a week.  Jules, these are too expensive for her to wear for such a short time.” 

“But you can’t stop looking at them, can you?  Natalie, with you as her mom and me as her aunt, this baby is going to
love
shoes.”

“God help me,” Luke mutters in the kitchen, and I laugh.

“Just give in to it, man,” Nate mutters back to him, and I am so taken aback by these two incredibly sexy men moving effortlessly about the kitchen.

“Men cooking is sexy,” I whisper to Natalie, and she grins.

“I know.”

“Okay, my turn with the baby.” 

Natalie passes Olivia to me, and I cuddle her close, kissing her dark-haired head.  “Hello, little love bug.  Did you miss me?”  I kiss her cheek and run my fingers through her soft, fine hair.

“You’re already spoiling her too much,” Natalie murmurs, and watches me with happy green eyes.  She looks fantastic for having had a baby this week.  Her dark hair is up in a haphazard bun, and she’s in jeans and a T-shirt.  She’s already out of her maternity clothes.  Maybe there is something to be said for yoga.

“Never.  We girls have to stick together, don’t we, Livie?  Oh my, you’re so pretty.” This baby is beautiful.  Of course, Natalie is a knockout, and Luke is a freaking movie star, so the gene pool in this room is pretty fantastic.  “Can I walk with her?”

“Of course.” 

I stand and wander to the windows, bouncing lightly and swaying back and forth, so in love with the sweet baby in my arms. 

“You are wonderful,” I whisper to her.  “And you are smart and strong and important.  I’m going to tell you that every single day, so you never forget it.”

“Dinner’s ready,” Nate says from behind me. 

I turn at his voice, and I can see that he heard me, but he doesn’t say anything. He smiles at me and looks down at the baby, his face softening just a bit.

“Here.” I place the baby in his arms and kiss her head.

“Christ, she’s little.”

“Don’t swear in front of the baby,” I admonish him.

Nate laughs, and we walk to the dining room off the kitchen.  “Right.  I’ll be reminding you of that, dirty mouth.”

Natalie takes the baby from Nate and places her in a bouncy seat at the end of the table. 

“So, any weekend plans?” Natalie asks.

“No,” I respond at the same time that Nate says, “Yes.”

“We do?” I look over at him in surprise, and he smiles smugly.

“We do.”

“What are they?” I ask as Natalie passes me the salmon.  Mmm…poached salmon with a garlic and cilantro sour cream sauce, roasted baby reds and green salad.