The Best Kind of Trouble
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“You’re going to kill me. But it’ll be worth it.”
She smiled, tipping her head back, arching to get him into her deeper. He cupped her throat and she gasped, shocked at how good it was.
“Someone likes that.”
“How’d you know?” she managed to stutter out.
“Your pu**y just clamped down around me. Oh, and the gasp of shocked delight. Christ, I wish I could sample that and use it on one of the tracks we’re laying down next week.”
He kept his hand there and moved the other to where her body met his, finding her clit and giving her just exactly the right amount of pressure. She had no idea how he could be so precise, knowing just exactly what she wanted and needed right at that given moment. But he did and she loved it.
“Give me another, gorgeous. Let me hear it. See how beautiful you are when you come.”
She sucked in a breath as she went under, letting orgasm steal through her cells, take hold of her muscles, heating her, bringing little earthquakes around him as she continued to roll her hips, grinding herself against his fingers.
“That’s it. So gorgeous and all mine.”
She nodded. Because it was true.
He came shortly after she did, on a snarl, his arms sliding around her waist, his face against her br**sts as he held her for long moments.
“I’m more relaxed than any massage could ever make me. But I will have some cake now, since I don’t smoke cigarettes anymore.”
She laughed, allowing him to help her stand on still-rubbery legs.
He put his sweater over her head and she let it swallow her body, surrounding her in warmth and his smell.
And she allowed herself to be deliriously happy.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SHE WOKE UP when her bed got jostled.
Just a few days after that superdirty hotel sex, Natalie opened her eyes to a bunch of hugs from her friends, who’d come down to have a pre-Christmas celebration before most of them headed out to wherever their families resided.
Tuesday kissed her smack on the lips. “This is the first Christmas you won’t be at my parents’ house in seven years. That is freaky.”
“You guys are going to break my bed.” She laughed as Jenny settled on one side, spooning her against Zoe, who’d gotten on the other. Tuesday hugged them all the best she could. Dee and Rosie piled on.
“Just think of Paddy’s face when you say all your girlfriends were in your bed snuggling you when they broke it.”
More laughing came.
“He might nod his head and never hear a word right now. They’re wrapping up this album, and he’s so deep in it he barely remembers to sleep much less get titillated by faux lesbian orgy stories.”
“Aww, is he ignoring your basic biological needs?” Rosie asked as she rolled off.
She blushed. “Well, I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Good Lord, you need to elaborate. But Dee has gathered the ingredients for a massive breakfast pig-out so come on. Guzzle coffee and tell us about Paddy’s technique.”
Natalie rolled her eyes and got out of bed, stepping into her fluffy slippers and pulling on a robe because it was cold.
They rolled downstairs and settled at the kitchen table while Dee and Rosie cooked, Tuesday handling coffee.
“Now, sex?”
“It’s not like I’d be with him if he didn’t know what went where and what to do with it.”
They all just stared. Tuesday laughed and turned music on. Dee started dancing around as she turned bacon and flipped pancakes. In different pans, of course, so Jenny didn’t have bacon goo on her pancakes.
“Well, duh.”
“God. You’re all not going to let go until I tell you.”
“Have we not all told each other about our sex lives? That’s part of the contract.” Rosie brought plates down from the cabinets. “Plus, Tuesday knows way more details, which is not even fair. You’re hurting our feelings, Nats. How can you be so mean?”
“He’s...”
Jenny put a dish towel over Natalie’s head. “Now, you don’t have to look at us when you tell. Though I hasten to remind you, you’ve told us plenty about other dudes while eating popcorn and cackling madly.”
“They were different.” She pulled the towel off. “He’s... I’m...I’m so in love with him, I should be scared as hell, but I’m in so deep, I can’t find it in me to not jump off that cliff with him. When we’re together, especially sexwise, he gets me. You know sometimes there are things you want but you don’t even know it until it’s happening?”
“Like in the butt?” Jenny’s bright smile after that statement only made it better.
Natalie guffawed. “Um, I guess someone could make that corollary if they wanted that. Sure. But in this case, I mean he takes over. I like being in charge. A lot. I’m always in charge but with him...”
“Well, it makes sense. You’re in charge all the time. You’re the biggest control freak I know, and that says a lot. So that you’d trust him to take over? That says so much about how you feel about him. And how he feels about you because you sure wouldn’t do it if he didn’t hit all the right buttons.” Rosie kissed the top of Natalie’s head as she passed a platter of pancakes down to the end of the table.
Zoe forked up a few and put them on her plate. “So are we talking whips and chains?”
“No. He sets the tone. Orders me around. Sometimes he, oh, God, I can’t believe I’m saying all this! He’ll spin me around to face a wall and f**k me. He talks really dirty in my ear. Tells me to do stuff and how to do it.” She shrugged. “It pushes my buttons. Every time we’re together and it goes like that, there’s something deeper at the end. He gets me and he doesn’t try to fix me. He doesn’t give me advice on how to do anything. Other than the sex stuff.” Natalie laughed.
She smiled, tipping her head back, arching to get him into her deeper. He cupped her throat and she gasped, shocked at how good it was.
“Someone likes that.”
“How’d you know?” she managed to stutter out.
“Your pu**y just clamped down around me. Oh, and the gasp of shocked delight. Christ, I wish I could sample that and use it on one of the tracks we’re laying down next week.”
He kept his hand there and moved the other to where her body met his, finding her clit and giving her just exactly the right amount of pressure. She had no idea how he could be so precise, knowing just exactly what she wanted and needed right at that given moment. But he did and she loved it.
“Give me another, gorgeous. Let me hear it. See how beautiful you are when you come.”
She sucked in a breath as she went under, letting orgasm steal through her cells, take hold of her muscles, heating her, bringing little earthquakes around him as she continued to roll her hips, grinding herself against his fingers.
“That’s it. So gorgeous and all mine.”
She nodded. Because it was true.
He came shortly after she did, on a snarl, his arms sliding around her waist, his face against her br**sts as he held her for long moments.
“I’m more relaxed than any massage could ever make me. But I will have some cake now, since I don’t smoke cigarettes anymore.”
She laughed, allowing him to help her stand on still-rubbery legs.
He put his sweater over her head and she let it swallow her body, surrounding her in warmth and his smell.
And she allowed herself to be deliriously happy.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SHE WOKE UP when her bed got jostled.
Just a few days after that superdirty hotel sex, Natalie opened her eyes to a bunch of hugs from her friends, who’d come down to have a pre-Christmas celebration before most of them headed out to wherever their families resided.
Tuesday kissed her smack on the lips. “This is the first Christmas you won’t be at my parents’ house in seven years. That is freaky.”
“You guys are going to break my bed.” She laughed as Jenny settled on one side, spooning her against Zoe, who’d gotten on the other. Tuesday hugged them all the best she could. Dee and Rosie piled on.
“Just think of Paddy’s face when you say all your girlfriends were in your bed snuggling you when they broke it.”
More laughing came.
“He might nod his head and never hear a word right now. They’re wrapping up this album, and he’s so deep in it he barely remembers to sleep much less get titillated by faux lesbian orgy stories.”
“Aww, is he ignoring your basic biological needs?” Rosie asked as she rolled off.
She blushed. “Well, I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Good Lord, you need to elaborate. But Dee has gathered the ingredients for a massive breakfast pig-out so come on. Guzzle coffee and tell us about Paddy’s technique.”
Natalie rolled her eyes and got out of bed, stepping into her fluffy slippers and pulling on a robe because it was cold.
They rolled downstairs and settled at the kitchen table while Dee and Rosie cooked, Tuesday handling coffee.
“Now, sex?”
“It’s not like I’d be with him if he didn’t know what went where and what to do with it.”
They all just stared. Tuesday laughed and turned music on. Dee started dancing around as she turned bacon and flipped pancakes. In different pans, of course, so Jenny didn’t have bacon goo on her pancakes.
“Well, duh.”
“God. You’re all not going to let go until I tell you.”
“Have we not all told each other about our sex lives? That’s part of the contract.” Rosie brought plates down from the cabinets. “Plus, Tuesday knows way more details, which is not even fair. You’re hurting our feelings, Nats. How can you be so mean?”
“He’s...”
Jenny put a dish towel over Natalie’s head. “Now, you don’t have to look at us when you tell. Though I hasten to remind you, you’ve told us plenty about other dudes while eating popcorn and cackling madly.”
“They were different.” She pulled the towel off. “He’s... I’m...I’m so in love with him, I should be scared as hell, but I’m in so deep, I can’t find it in me to not jump off that cliff with him. When we’re together, especially sexwise, he gets me. You know sometimes there are things you want but you don’t even know it until it’s happening?”
“Like in the butt?” Jenny’s bright smile after that statement only made it better.
Natalie guffawed. “Um, I guess someone could make that corollary if they wanted that. Sure. But in this case, I mean he takes over. I like being in charge. A lot. I’m always in charge but with him...”
“Well, it makes sense. You’re in charge all the time. You’re the biggest control freak I know, and that says a lot. So that you’d trust him to take over? That says so much about how you feel about him. And how he feels about you because you sure wouldn’t do it if he didn’t hit all the right buttons.” Rosie kissed the top of Natalie’s head as she passed a platter of pancakes down to the end of the table.
Zoe forked up a few and put them on her plate. “So are we talking whips and chains?”
“No. He sets the tone. Orders me around. Sometimes he, oh, God, I can’t believe I’m saying all this! He’ll spin me around to face a wall and f**k me. He talks really dirty in my ear. Tells me to do stuff and how to do it.” She shrugged. “It pushes my buttons. Every time we’re together and it goes like that, there’s something deeper at the end. He gets me and he doesn’t try to fix me. He doesn’t give me advice on how to do anything. Other than the sex stuff.” Natalie laughed.
