Tied with Me (With Me in Seattle, #6)

“Holy fuck!” I cry out.

“You’re doing so great, baby.” He leans down and kisses my back, and then begins to move again, fucking me in long, measured strokes.

It’s bloody amazing.

And then he begins to move his hand opposite of his dick, filling and emptying me in tandem, until I’m screaming and begging, for what I have no idea.

I’m not even sure I’m speaking English.

“Now, baby. Now you can come.”

I rock my hips back, and when his free arm circles my waist and his fingers brush over my clit, I’m lost. I cry out, my body exploding in white heat, bearing down on him and calling out his name.

Both of his hands are gliding up and down my back now. He’s buried balls-deep and unmoving, letting me ride out the rest of my orgasm. Finally, he pulls out of me and turns me to my back and quickly unties my hands.

“I need your hands on me,” he pants, untying his knots as quickly as possible.

“Need to touch you,” I agree, and when I’m freed, I cup his face and kiss him deeply.

He plunges inside me and braces himself on his elbows, wrapping himself around me as if he just can’t get close enough.

“I love you, little one,” he whispers against my lips.

I still and snap my eyes open, staring into his deep-blue ones. My heart thumps against his chest as he pulls his hips back, sliding out of me almost completely, then pushing back inside me again. I bite my lip and feel tears form in the corners of my eyes.

“Give in to this, Nic. Let me prove to you that I will be one of the best decisions you ever make.”

He brushes his lips over my cheeks, wiping away the tears that are falling as I watch this amazing man above me.

But what if I can’t give him everything he deserves?

“I love you, too,” I whisper and wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him.

He buries his face in my neck and quickens his pace, chanting my name, and words of love, as he finally lets go, succumbing to his own orgasm.

He pulls out, kisses me one last time before sauntering into the bathroom, where water starts to run. A few moments later, he returns with a warm washcloth. After he cleans me, he hugs me to him. I’m resting on his chest, and he brushes my hair with his fingers, kissing my forehead.

“How do you feel?” he whispers.

Wrecked. Emotionally wrung dry. Physically consumed.

“I don’t know if I have the words,” I reply.

“Give them to me anyway.”

I bury my nose in his chest, then look up into his face and brace my head on my hands, watching him. “I feel good.”

He nods and then chuckles. “Not really the reaction I was going for, but okay.”

I climb up him and cup his face in my hands, looking him in the eyes, needing to give him the words, and suddenly determined to do my best to give him what he needs.

“I feel full, Matt. Physically and mentally. I feel like we’ve turned a corner that we can never turn back from, and I’m terrified and excited at the same time. I’m just trying to come to terms with it all in my head, but I want you to know that you have me.”

His face softens, and he nuzzles my nose with his. “And you have me, baby.”





Chapter Fifteen


Matt



“Take it back off. Now.” I stare at her eyes in the reflection of the mirror and have to physically hold myself back from stalking to her, pulling her out of that dress and fucking her against the mirror.

Hmm…fucking her against the mirror.

“We have to be there in an hour.” She laughs and shakes her head. “And I had to actually work to look like this, so you don’t get to mess it up until we get home later.”

I cock my head and smile.

Challenge accepted.

I’m going to give Bailey a big fat kiss when I see her next. She and Nic went shopping for this masterpiece yesterday, and according to Nic, Bailey had to talk her into it.

Thank Christ she did.

The dress is sage green and gray, strapless, showing off her insanely sexy tattoo. There is beaded fringe at the bottom, like an old-fashioned clapper dress from the forties, which is the only thing about it that makes it decent, because the hemline is a bit shorter than I’m comfortable with.

I’m going to fuck her in that dress.

With her panties tied around her wrists behind her back.

I adjust myself, not trying to be discreet, and watch as Nic applies her lipstick, hooks silver hoops into her ears, and then turns to get my approval.

Dear God, she’s fucking gorgeous.

“Do I look okay?” she asks with a smile.

“It’s not fair to be more beautiful than the bride-to-be,” I tell her with a sober expression.

“That’s an old line if ever I heard one.” She laughs and retrieves her small purse, tosses her phone, wallet and lipstick inside and shrugs. “I’m ready.”

“It wasn’t a line,” I say. “You are stunning. And I’ll have to murder my brothers just for looking at you tonight.”

“Trust me.” She laughs. “Your brothers are completely happy with the women they have.”

I lean in and kiss her neck gently, enjoying the shiver that moves through her.

“I love it when you wear blue,” she murmurs, sliding her hand down my button-down shirt.

“You do?”

“It makes your eyes look even more blue, if that’s possible.”

“Let’s go before I—” My phone interrupts me.

“I hope that’s not your job,” she says. “Not today.”

“It’s not. It’s Jules. What’s up, bean?”

“We’re at the hospital,” she begins, her voice heavy with tears.

“Are you hurt?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. My gut clenches in fear.

“No, it’s not me.” She sniffs. I can hear a baby crying in the background. “It’s Nat.”

“What happened?” Nic frowns, looping her arm around my waist, listening and worried, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders, soaking up her support and love.

“Natalie is bleeding, Matt. She could lose the baby.”

“Fuck.”

“Everyone’s on the way here. The party is canceled.”

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