Nolan by Lane Hart, D.B. West
Chapter Twenty-Two
Rita
While last night was mostly spent remembering, reconnecting with every inch of each other’s bodies, tonight it’s more of an urgent, violent need.
There’s probably going to be a bruise on my back tomorrow, but I already know it’ll be worth it as Nolan’s hands grab my thighs and hike them up to his hips. He pins me to the wall with his hard cock filling me completely after the first hard shove. I was so wet and ready; he didn’t meet any resistance. My only complaint is that I want him deeper inside of me even though there’s no more room for him.
He’s fucking me so frantically that our mouths can’t stay pressed together for more than a second. Nolan’s lips graze my parted lips occasionally, our pants and moans the only sounds either of us can make until his hips shove forward and he freezes.
“Shit,” he gasps. “No condom.”
Oh crap.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him in a rush as I let my walls squeeze around his shaft, making him groan before his hips return to the same punishing rhythm.
The unfortunate reminder of why I went on the pill in the first place is an unwelcome guest to this party. After the first time a biker working security decided I was on the menu whether I knew it or not, I took a Plan B and got a prescription along with a STD test. He wasn’t the last one to pull me down on his lap where a little unwanted surprise was waiting for me.
Never again.
A sob escapes me, knowing Nolan won’t ever let any of them touch me again.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer until my face is pressed to his neck. “Don’t stop,” I whisper, welcoming each and every inch of him inside of me. “Don’t ever leave me again.”
“Never, Cherry Pie,” he growls against my ear without ever wavering in his desperate pounding. His wet kiss on my neck sends a jolt of pleasure straight down to where our bodies are joined. “You’re mine now, baby. Say it for me. Say it!”
“I’m yours. Only yours,” I say with another sob.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I force everything in the past to disappear so there’s nothing but the here and now with Nolan – his body moving in mine, giving me pleasure, chasing his own like he’ll die without me.
The crazy man wants me to be his wife.
And that sounds so damn nice. I really hope it’s not too good to be true.
* * *
Nolan
As soon asRita’s body tightens around me, I lose it, spilling my seed inside of her, the pulses so intense they almost hurt before they let up.
Never before have I been inside a woman without a rubber. Now I know what I’ve been missing.
Jesus.
Even if she wasn’t on the pill, I know I would have to have her like this again, the consequences be damned.
“That was…so good,” Rita says, echoing my thoughts.
“And you wonder why I love that you’re so tall and voluptuous,” I mutter as I rest the side of my cheek next to hers, still catching my breath. “If you were any smaller, I would’ve plowed right through you. Only you can take my cock the way I like to use it.”
“So good,” she repeats, this time it’s more slurred. “No one else…ever again.”
“No one else,” I agree, then pull back to look at her face when I ask the next question. “You okay with that?”
Her eyes are nearly closed, her face flushed from her arousal, so fucking beautiful.
“Absolutely,” she says. Then so softly I barely hear her, she adds, “Promise me.”
“I swear I’ll never want anyone but you, baby.”
I kiss her cheek and feel her shaking her head.
“No. That I won’t have to…with anyone else again. No more assholes at the club.”
“Jesus, woman,” I say once her words finally sink through the afterglow, making my chest ache and my fists clench. “I’ll kill anyone who even thinks about touching you. That’s a promise you can take to the bank.”
“Thank you,” she says, and then she giggles. “I can’t stand up yet.”
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you,” I assure her. After toeing off my shoes and kicking off my jeans, I pick her up and carry her over to the sofa in my arms.
“No! I’m too heavy!” she exclaims right before I lower her to the cushion.
“Hush,” I tell her as I stretch her out on her side and lay down in front of her. “If you hadn’t worn me out, I would carry your ass upstairs. Give me a minute to recover.”
Rita laughs. “It’ll take more than a minute for you to find the strength to carry me up those steps.”
“You’ll see,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Now, baby, tell me the name of every man who made you do something you didn’t want to do.”
“No,” she says, her voice stronger, less slurred now that she’s had time to recover from her orgasm hangover. “It’s over and done. They’re not worth it.”
That’s what she fucking thinks.
One way or another, I will figure out who touched her, and then they will fucking pay.