Page 39 of Rise & Fall
“Fuck.” Nolan wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as I lift one leg over and lay down next to him, weak as my body is recovering.
I can’t keep my breathing steady long enough to respond. Nolan gets up from where he’s laying and reaches on the ground for something.
I’m breathless as he lays my panties and my shirt on the edge of the bed; my cheeks redden, knowing that I practically suffocated the man.
Once I’ve got my shirt back on, and my underwear pulled up, I stand up to meet Nolan. He’s still shirtless and he’s looking at me like I’m the only girl in the world, which is what causes me to run my hand over his chest, running over the raised lines of his tattoos first, then down his abs, tracing every hard line of his delicious body.
I don’t know what to do now. Should this feel awkward? Maybe. But does it? No. It feels good to not have to follow rules.
“Are you ready for me to take care of you?” I ask, as sultry as I can get my voice.
I feel like I owe him…scratch that, Iknowthat I owe him after what he just did for me. I look up at his almost-black eyes, he’s watching my fingers get closer and closer to his jeans; I’m eager to unbutton them. He gives me one last glance-over before he pulls away.
He brings his lips to mine, serving me a soft as sin kiss against my cheek. “I’m fine, Dakota.” He lets go of me and leans down to grab his shirt.
“Nolan, you’re hard as fuck. That can’t feel good,” I mention feeling a sudden loss.
“I’ll be fine. You should get going.” He tosses his shirt on, eyes the clock on my dresser, and walks toward the door. “Walk me out?”
“Wait.” I cross my arms at my chest. “You mean to tell me I missed the ending of a scary movie just so you can eat me out and you really don’t want me to return the favor? And now you’re leaving?” Part of me feels angry, irritated. But the other part is telling me that this is aman. Like a real fucking man. He came here to please me and that’s all there is to it.
Before I can even finish forming more thoughts to spew at him, he rushes toward me and grabs my face with his hands. My nipples pucker against his chest under the fabric of my cold shirt, his breathing is hot against my lips.
“Don’t you dare fucking reduce that to me just eating you out. You know it was more than that, baby girl. I drank from you, that means you’re mine. I don’t need my dick sucked to feel satisfied by you. Watching you come was my satisfaction. But next time, I will have you on your knees, and I’ll make you feel so full of me, you won’t have time to give me your fucking attitude. Understand?”
A small whimper escapes my mouth as Nolan takes my breath with his, pulling my bottom lip in with his teeth before kissing the side of my mouth.
My body shivers greedily as he walks away, exiting my bedroom. This man really saiddon’t test me. And the way he handled me just now—rough but carefully—has my pussy begging for another orgasm. Rocked with even more need, I gather myself the best I can to follow Nolan to let him out of my house.
“Thank you for going on this date with me, DJ,” he says before leaning in and kissing my forehead. But I don’t know how to respond. Was this his plan the whole time? Should we not have done this? What happens next?
“So this was your ideal first date?” I say back, trying to regain the control I so easily gave up, smirking at him devilishly.
“Wait till the next one.” He winks at me before turning to walk away.
“I’ll call you,” he says before continuing down the hall.
I close the door behind him and sink into the door, sliding to the floor.
What the fuck just happened?
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Nolan
“Dude.She’scrazy.Ididn’t mean to say anything really, but she called me, and I couldn’t get her off the phone.”
“Whoa, Mitch. Calm down. What the fuck are you talking about?” It’s Friday morning and I’m driving in on my way to work when my brother calls. I almost don’t pick it up, but I do, thinking it could be an emergency.
“Your ex, she’s insane. She demanded I tell her where you were, and when I refused, she got all hungry hippo on me. And now, she won’t leave until—”
“Wait, won’t leave? Where is she?” I unconsciously grip the steering wheel as tight as I can while holding the phone in my other hand.
“She’s on site. She said she won’t leave till she talks to you. I’m sorry, man, she was looking for you last night, and when I told her I didn’t know where you were, she lost it.”
“No, it’s fine. Just make sure she stays out of the way, and I’ll be there in ten.” I hang up the phone.
The next ten minutes are anxiety-filled and annoyingly long. What the fuck could have caused Jessica to flip out and feel so entitled as to make a scene on one of my job sites?