Nathan shrugs, then flops down on the swing next to me, his hand already sliding between my legs. “He always made it seem like Wendy didn’t want to talk to him. He was always saying shit like… ‘Have you talked to her? Did she mention me?’ Like she was mad at him. Like she hated him. But then they show up here, married? What the fuck?”
“I know, right?”
Nathan pulls me down on top of him, then his hand is caressing the cheek of my ass. “She’s very obedient too. I don’t like it.”
“I’ve noticed that.”
“The whole thing is… creepy.”
My hand migrates too. Right up to the thick outline of his cock underneath his shorts. “It’s all very fuckin’ creepy.”
“You know what we should do?”
I squeeze him and he sucks in a breath as he closes his eyes. But reopens them quickly, like he’s not gonna let me take him off task. “Tell me,” I say.
“We should take a little drive into town.”
“Just us?”
“No. We should invite Wendy and Nick.”
“Are we taking them out to lunch?”
“Nope. We’re taking them to Donovan’s office.”
“Ohhh.” I click my tongue a little. “Nathan St. James, you can be the sneakiest snake when you want to be.”
“I can, can’t I?”
We laugh. And then he flips me over and starts kissing my neck.
“Not here,” I say, pushing him away. “McKay and Adam would have a fit if we fucked on the swing when everyone’s home.”
He backs off, reluctantly, probably envisioning that day four years ago when I tried to kill him. Kill everyone, actually. But I can see him push it away. He doesn’t want to think about it. No one wants to think about it. Then he hops up—still hard under his shorts—and pulls me up to my feet with him. He keeps hold of my hand and leads me onto the path that goes around the lake towards his house. Or where his house used to be. The new house is just getting started. Concrete has been poured and there’s a frame. That’s it.
But since when did Nathan and I ever need a house to be together?
He leads me past the lake, past the work-in-progress house, and into another part of the woods. I call this side of things Nathan’s woods because they are Nathan’s woods.
This is where he would bring me after I came home from the jobs. To the meadow. The summer meadow with all those wild flowers in between the soft grass. He would make me daisy chains and tuck buttercups behind my ears.
And he would make me talk.
He would ask me questions and it was so familiar. It wasn’t like when Adam asked me questions or McKay asked me questions. It was like… when Donovan asked me questions.
I wanted to tell him things.
So I did.
But when we get to the meadow today, we don’t talk. He kneels down, bringing me with him. And then he lays me back. Gently and slowly. His hand is working its way up my inner thigh when his lips touch mine.
I like him soft like this. I like it when he’s careful.
So he’s careful. He moves the hem of my summer dress out of the way, pushes my panties aside, and slowly slips his fingers inside me, his thumb strumming that sweet spot in just the right way as we kiss with eyes closed. It’s slow and everything runs in circles. His fingers, his tongue. I almost can’t take it, it feels so good. I bite my lip, but I’m kissing him, so I bite him instead and draw blood.
He growls at me, kisses me harder. Removes his fingers from inside me, flips me over on my belly, stretches my arms above my head, and pulls my panties down to my thighs.
The low rumble of a groan slides up my spine when he lowers his lips to my back and kisses his way up to my neck. He spends a few moments grinding his hips into my ass and I’m just about to die of anticipation when he pulls back enough to release his long, thick, hard cock. Then he grinds again, letting it slide between my ass cheeks.
I get lost when he fucks me.
I totally lose my way every single time.
Nathan St. James is my master when we fuck. And I love it. I love the way he erases the world around us. Puts us inside the fever dream and makes us forget that the real world ever existed.
He grabs my hips, lifts them up so my ass is just right, and thrusts into me from behind.
I have fistfuls of grass in my hands as I moan, panting, gasping, ragged breaths spillin’ out of my mouth.
Nathan fucks me hard. Skin on skin. Slick, sweaty summer bodies. Foggy haze surrounding us. We float in the flow of the river, and the sun, and life in the swamp.