“I just want you to know, I’m here or…” I hesitated and then said, “I could be gone if that’s what you and Jonas need.”
His arms got tight and his voice was a growl when he stated, “Lauren, you even think of leavin’ me and Jonas, I swear to God –”
“Just for awhile,” I said quickly, “I don’t want –”
“Shut it.” He was still growling.
“Seriously, Tate, you need to know, I want for you and Jonas –”
“Babe. Fuckin’. Shut it.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Christ,” he bit off.
“Sorry.”
“Say you’re sorry with your mouth, babe.”
Confused, I told him, “I just did, Tate.”
“With your mouth,” he repeated and I understood what he meant.
“What if –?” I started.
“Need your mouth, babe.”
“Tate –”
His arms gave me a squeeze and he whispered, “Need you, Laurie.”
He needed me.
Therefore, I rolled into him then rolled on top of him and then I gave him what he needed. Before he came he pulled me up and to his side, yanked off my pajama bottoms and underwear and positioned me straddling him.
“Fuck me, baby, I want my cock inside you,” he growled.
I wrapped my hand around him and slid him inside.
“Fuck me,” he groaned and I moved.
His thumb went to my clit and it circled so I moved faster.
“That’s it, Christ, that’s it, baby,” Tate encouraged.
“Hurry, Captain, faster,” I whispered.
“Come here.”
I bent to him, still riding him and his fingers pulled down my camisole, his hand cupped my breast, he fed my nipple between his lips and pulled hard.
That felt so unbelievably good, my hips bucked.
Tate kept sucking and his thumb kept circling then his tongue rolled my nipple and his hand left my breast, slid into my hair and pulled my mouth to his.
“You close?” he grunted.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“Harder baby.”
I fucked him harder, felt it coming and breathed, “Yes.”
“There you go.”
My hand circled his wrist as it hit me and his thumb became too much.
“Tate.”
“Fuck me harder.”
“Oh God, baby,” I moaned, my back and neck arching and I came hard and rode him harder as his thumb kept at me.
“Keep ridin’ me, Ace.”
“Tate –” I breathed, pushing at his hand, still coming, God it felt amazing, overwhelming, it felt like I would shatter but his thumb circled faster.
“You’re gonna come again,” he ordered.
“No,” I whispered.
His hips started bucking to meet my strokes and his hand in my hair went to my hip to yank me down.
“Tate, God, baby,” I whimpered as the second wave hit.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, his hips surging up, his thumb left my clit and both his hands slammed me down so he was buried inside me and, through my second orgasm, I listened to his grunting moan.
I collapsed on top of him, my face in his neck and I listened to his breathing even as I struggled to even my own.
Then he reached out and, still connected, he yanked the covers over us.
I started to move off him but his arms wrapped around me.
“Want you to fall asleep on my cock,” he growled in my ear.
“Tate, I’m too heavy –”
“Don’t move.” He was still growling.
“Baby –”
His arms tensed. “Want you close as you can be.”
I closed my eyes tight.
Then I whispered, “Anything you want, Captain.”
“That’s right, baby.”
I settled into him, shifting my hips, causing a low noise to come from his throat.
“I love you, Tate,” I said softly into his ear.
“I know, baby,” he said back. “Sleep.”
“Okay.”
And if you’d have asked me, after all that happened that day, and what could assault my mind in the night, if I could fall asleep on top of Tate with his cock still hard inside me, I would have said no, definitely not.
But I did.
Chapter Twenty-Five
After Neeta
“Ace!” I heard Tate bellow and my eyes went from the mirror, through Buster sitting on the vanity watching me arrange my hair in a bun at the nape, to Jonas, who was sitting on the lowered toilet lid wearing his black suit, the collar of his white shirt open, his little kid’s suit tie unknotted and hanging loose.
For the last five days, Jonas had stuck to me like glue.
I found this surprising. I didn’t know what he’d do but I sticking to me like glue wasn’t one of my top ten guesses.
But I wasn’t complaining.
“Ace!” Tate bellowed again and I whispered to Jonas, “Oh dear.”