What the hell was she thinking agreeing to this? She hadn’t seen Nathan since she went to his house to apologize and they shared not only a moment but an almost kiss, and now…now she was going out to dinner with him and the girls and freakin’ Joshua Dale. She liked Josh, and she actually felt bad about turning him down when he asked her out on a date. He was a good guy, sweet, funny, definitely cute, especially in his deputy uniform, but there hadn’t been a spark. Even if there had been, she still would have said no. Men like that were too easy to fall for and trust. Men like that would inevitably hurt her. The biggest difference between men like Josh and Trevor was that Josh would feel bad about it.
With Nathan, though, there wasn’t just a spark. There were fireworks…fireworks on top of flaming bonfires added to all the burners on the stove going at once and mixed with all the chemicals overreacting to each other in a lab. She was sure she could come up with even more metaphors, but she’d already made her brain hurt from overthinking things. Nathan did not just have the potential to break her heart, he could incinerate it.
This wasn’t a date, she told herself again. It was a group outing. That would be her mantra tonight.
She changed her clothes several times, made sure her makeup—though she didn’t wear much—looked flawless, and she wondered if Nathan preferred her hair up or down. Not a date. Not a date. Not. A. Date.
Okay, so maybe it really wasn’t a date, but a huge part of her wished that it was. She liked him…much more than she wanted to. How could I let this happen? She removed the clip from her hair, letting her silken locks fall straight past her shoulders. She sat on her bed with her head in her hands, berating herself for allowing these feelings. As if I had a choice. He somehow barreled into her life out of nowhere, demanding she reveal all of herself to him, and the worst part was that she wanted to. If she wasn’t running into him, she was thinking about him or thinking about ways to avoid thinking about him. And here she was just minutes ago, wondering which way she thought he would prefer her hair to be styled.
Distance. I need some distance. She would not be able to avoid him entirely, but she could try to limit the time she spent around him. That seemed like the best course of action, only the thought of not seeing him suddenly hurt her heart.
“Fuck!” She flung herself backward onto the bed, slamming her palms down on the mattress.
The doorbell rang. “Down it is,” she said, referring to her hair. When she opened the door, Nathan stood there wearing a cocky grin.
“Um…hello.” Anna barely recognized her own voice. It came out as a sort of breathy squeak. She tried to peer past Nathan, into his car, but there was no one else with him.
Nathan turned his head to look behind him. When he turned back to face her, confusion marred his features. “Are you looking for something?”
“Where’s Ruby?” Ruby was supposed to be picking her up, Carla was meeting them at the restaurant right after her shift, and she wasn’t sure how Josh was getting to the restaurant.
“Ruby had a few last-minute errands, so I offered to pick you up.”
Anna finally realized she was being rude by not inviting him in, so she gestured him inside. “I’ll just go grab my bag.”
“My bag,” he mimicked in an exaggerated New York accent, making Anna laugh.
“Right, you guys say purse.” For the most part, Anna’s accent was nondescript, but certain choices of words and the pronunciations of them were definitely very Brooklyn. “You lived in the city. You should be used to it by now.”
“Mostly everyone I knew were transplants just like me, but I did get my daily dose of New Yawk City speak.”
“Oh shut it,” she said playfully. “We know there’s an r in there. I’ll just go grab my little ole purse.”
“No rush,” she heard him say on the way to her bedroom. There was still a trace of humor in his voice.
Something had just occurred to her. Bag forgotten, she walked back out into the living room.
“Wait, are we being set up again?” She was going to kill Carla. This was surely her doing. “Are they all going to come up with some excuse and not show up, leaving just the two of us at dinner?”
Nathan looked confused, or annoyed, at the possibility. She couldn’t tell which. “No. As far as I know, both Carla and Ruby are still coming, and you and I are going to go grab Josh from the station.”
Well that won’t be awkward at all, she thought. She went back into her room to grab her purse, and after locking up, they walked back to his car in silence.
April showers were meant to bring May flowers, but unfortunately, in Nathan’s case, it brought weeds in the form of two unwanted visitors, and on his birthday no less. What was even more peculiar, was that the two of them arrived together. Naturally, their arrival disturbed what had started out as an amazing day.
Nathan awoke to an empty bed. It was odd since he was always the one who woke first. He would either lie there, watching Anna sleep, until she opened her eyes on her own, or was too impatient and his kissing, licking, and groping did the trick. In most cases it was the latter.
When the smell of something delicious reached his nostrils and the sound of pots clanking reached his ears, he knew what his woman was up to. He shot out of bed and donned a pair of sweats before heading to the bathroom to quickly relieve himself and brush his teeth.
The sight of what greeted him downstairs made his mouth water even more than the smell of breakfast. Anna, clad only in one of his long button-down flannel shirts, was by the stove with her back to him. She was flipping pancakes while quietly singing and dancing along to the tunes emanating from her earbuds. Just when he thought it was impossible for Anna to be hotter than she already was in his eyes, she started to sing “Paradise City” while subtly bobbing her head. He didn’t even know she was a Gun’s N’ Roses fan. They were one of his favorite bands of all time.
She squeaked when he put his arms around her from behind, obviously startled by his sneak attack. He was so hard, and he ached to relieve his pain. He turned off the stove, spun her around, grabbed her ass, and lifted her off her feet to straddle his waist. He walked the few steps it took to get to the kitchen island, freeing his rigid cock on the way over, and impaled her the minute her ass hit the marble top.
He fused his lips and tongue to hers as he feverishly pounded into her. Her shirt was ripped open, sending many of the buttons flying, but Nathan couldn’t care less. Her nipples beckoned him, and he obliged, licking and sucking them into his mouth in turn. He took out one of her earbuds, placed it in his ear, and as the song picked up tempo, so did his thrusting.
When the song changed to “Come as You Are” by Nirvana, Nathan and Anna had to suppress their laughter from the direction their dirty minds both simultaneously went. He was definitely going to make her come. Hard. The song was also fitting on another level. Anna was his nirvana. There was nothing more heavenly than being gripped by the walls of her tight, sweet pussy, he thought. He wondered why sex had never felt like this for him before and why none of his previous climaxes before Anna had ever slammed into him on a transcendental level. The answer was simple. None of his previous lovers was her. It was more than just the physical act of getting off with her. She was his home. Her beautiful body was made to fit his.
Their eyes locked. Anna balanced herself with one hand on the counter, while her other hand fisted in his hair. He felt her powerful legs tighten around his waist and knew that she was getting close.
“I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard now,” he said gruffly as he pounded into her. He tightened his hold on her hips and set an even more punishing pace. “Come all over my cock, baby.”
“Oh God! Nathan!”
“That’s right, baby. Let me hear you.” He knew she loved his dirty talk. Her lips turned up slightly at the corners whenever he used it.
“You love it when I fuck you, don’t you, Anna?”
“Yes,” she whispered.