know he was my cousin at the time. But then it
happened again…”
I glare at Nate as Sophie launches into her story, and he
smiles back at me. It's going to be a long night.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I spin around in Nate's desk chair as he shuts his bedroom
door behind him. I've been waiting here, fuming, ever since Greg dropped me off
twenty minutes ago.
“Jesus! What are you, a Bond villain?” he asks, genuinely
startled.
“What were you thinking?! I know you did that on purpose to
ruin my date, you fucker!”
Nate shrugs. “Come on, you really going to tell me you were
having a great time before I got there?”
“Oh, so you were just helping me out, is that it? Greg was
completely weirded out by the whole thing.”
“Sophie had a nice time.”
“Sophie, please! Where'd you find her? A high school dance?”
“I like her,” he says with a smug grin as he sits on his
bed.
“Oh, really? So why aren't you with her right now? Couldn't
seal the deal?”
His smile falters a bit. “Maybe I didn't feel like it.”
“Well, I guess there's a first time for everything. Just
stay out of my life, OK?” I say, and stalk toward the door.
“I'll stay out of yours if you stay out of mine,” he
counters.
I turn to face him, “Is that what this is about? You’re mad
because I told you your mom called, so you try to ruin my date?” I hold out my
hands in surrender.
“No, it wasn't that.”
“Then what? I don’t have time to play games with a crazy
man-child.”
“I'm sorry, alright? I just didn't like seeing you with that
guy…something about his face is just, so punch-able,” he says, standing up and
walking over to me.
“Why? This is the second time you've come between me and a
guy.” I hold up a hand to stop him from protesting. “And yeah, I know, Jackson
wasn't a good choice, but that's not the case with Greg, OK? He’s a nice guy.
So tell me, why do you care?” I challenge him as he looks down at me. There's a
long pause as his pupils dilate, I can practically feel him struggling with the
truth, but I refuse to move until he admits it.
“You know why,” he says, looking me in the eye, his voice
low and husky. Before I know what’s happening, his arms are around me, pulling
me against him. His urgency takes my breath away—his fingers reach desperately
under my shirt, grabbing at my bra strap and expertly undoing the clasps. His
mouth devours mine as he reaches back around my waist and picks me up
effortlessly, bringing me over to his bed. As Nate puts me down, I realize my
bra is hanging free in the back, and he breaks away from our kiss to rip off my
top. He pauses to look down at my breasts curving out of my limp bra before
diving into my neck. “Oh god, Brynn, I have to have you,” he groans.
I gasp as he sinks his teeth into my skin and then flicks
his tongue across my taut neck muscles on his way up to my ear. My knees buckle
as his tongue presses into my ear, and I grab onto his neck for support. My
mind can't keep up with what's happening, all my thoughts are a blur, but my
body is urging me on, desperately.
As he sucks on my earlobe, I slide my hands down and under
his shirt, finally feeling the body I've coveted for so long. His abs are even
harder than I thought they would be, and they flex under my soft fingertips. I
keep sliding my hands upward, feeling his nipples harden under my palms, and I
feel the growing bulge of his cock pressing against my thigh…
I turn Nate Thornhill on. Holy fuck.
The thought drives me crazy and I feel myself instantly
become moist with wanting, my body overcome with illicit, sinful lust. No man
has ever made me feel this way before.
He steps back for a moment and pulls off his shirt, tossing
it carelessly on the ground, revealing his incredible body for all its glory.
Thousands of hours spent at the gym on and on the field have painstakingly
sculpted his muscles into a fucking masterpiece for womankind. He slowly
reaches forward
happened again…”
I glare at Nate as Sophie launches into her story, and he
smiles back at me. It's going to be a long night.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I spin around in Nate's desk chair as he shuts his bedroom
door behind him. I've been waiting here, fuming, ever since Greg dropped me off
twenty minutes ago.
“Jesus! What are you, a Bond villain?” he asks, genuinely
startled.
“What were you thinking?! I know you did that on purpose to
ruin my date, you fucker!”
Nate shrugs. “Come on, you really going to tell me you were
having a great time before I got there?”
“Oh, so you were just helping me out, is that it? Greg was
completely weirded out by the whole thing.”
“Sophie had a nice time.”
“Sophie, please! Where'd you find her? A high school dance?”
“I like her,” he says with a smug grin as he sits on his
bed.
“Oh, really? So why aren't you with her right now? Couldn't
seal the deal?”
His smile falters a bit. “Maybe I didn't feel like it.”
“Well, I guess there's a first time for everything. Just
stay out of my life, OK?” I say, and stalk toward the door.
“I'll stay out of yours if you stay out of mine,” he
counters.
I turn to face him, “Is that what this is about? You’re mad
because I told you your mom called, so you try to ruin my date?” I hold out my
hands in surrender.
“No, it wasn't that.”
“Then what? I don’t have time to play games with a crazy
man-child.”
“I'm sorry, alright? I just didn't like seeing you with that
guy…something about his face is just, so punch-able,” he says, standing up and
walking over to me.
“Why? This is the second time you've come between me and a
guy.” I hold up a hand to stop him from protesting. “And yeah, I know, Jackson
wasn't a good choice, but that's not the case with Greg, OK? He’s a nice guy.
So tell me, why do you care?” I challenge him as he looks down at me. There's a
long pause as his pupils dilate, I can practically feel him struggling with the
truth, but I refuse to move until he admits it.
“You know why,” he says, looking me in the eye, his voice
low and husky. Before I know what’s happening, his arms are around me, pulling
me against him. His urgency takes my breath away—his fingers reach desperately
under my shirt, grabbing at my bra strap and expertly undoing the clasps. His
mouth devours mine as he reaches back around my waist and picks me up
effortlessly, bringing me over to his bed. As Nate puts me down, I realize my
bra is hanging free in the back, and he breaks away from our kiss to rip off my
top. He pauses to look down at my breasts curving out of my limp bra before
diving into my neck. “Oh god, Brynn, I have to have you,” he groans.
I gasp as he sinks his teeth into my skin and then flicks
his tongue across my taut neck muscles on his way up to my ear. My knees buckle
as his tongue presses into my ear, and I grab onto his neck for support. My
mind can't keep up with what's happening, all my thoughts are a blur, but my
body is urging me on, desperately.
As he sucks on my earlobe, I slide my hands down and under
his shirt, finally feeling the body I've coveted for so long. His abs are even
harder than I thought they would be, and they flex under my soft fingertips. I
keep sliding my hands upward, feeling his nipples harden under my palms, and I
feel the growing bulge of his cock pressing against my thigh…
I turn Nate Thornhill on. Holy fuck.
The thought drives me crazy and I feel myself instantly
become moist with wanting, my body overcome with illicit, sinful lust. No man
has ever made me feel this way before.
He steps back for a moment and pulls off his shirt, tossing
it carelessly on the ground, revealing his incredible body for all its glory.
Thousands of hours spent at the gym on and on the field have painstakingly
sculpted his muscles into a fucking masterpiece for womankind. He slowly
reaches forward
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