Page 100 of The Fool
“Holy shit, Beatrice!” I gasp with complete embarrassment; all the while, Cameron begins belly laughing. The bastard then walks over and holds his fist out for her to bump.
“Well, I can’t really answer that, you need to let your body guide you, Beatrice. You’ve been through a massive trauma, but you’ll know when you’re ready. So long as you begin gently and don’t push things,” she replies matter of factly. “Your stitches come out tomorrow so you should be fine.”
“Really?” I ask, suddenly sounding much more interested in the conversation. She nods at me like I’m an idiot for asking her to repeat herself.
“I’ll be at his place then,” Bea replies, and we high five-each other. “So, when can I get out?”
“How does tomorrow sound?” The doctor smiles and I literally fist-bump the air.
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Bea
Nate drives me back to his place, the whole time fussing and treating me as though I’m a newborn baby or something as equally as precious and fragile. He flusters over me as I exit the car by myself, but I’m after one thing and one thing only. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I need him right now. As soon as I enter the house, I’m heading straight for the staircase with him in tow. I can’t say my sexy walk is anything to write home about but seeing as I recently got hit by a car, I’m not exactly up to much more than what I’m giving him.
“Bea, babe, can I get you a drink?” Nate begins asking as I lead him by the hand and up the stairs.
“Nope!”
“Don’t you want to unpack first?” he asks, laughing at my less-than-subtle behavior.
“Nope!”
“Is there anything I can get you?”
“Nope!”
I march him right into the bedroom where I spin around and wrap my arms around his neck, practically slamming my lips against his. I guess he’s finally given in too, for he drops my handbag where he is and wraps his hands around the small of my back. His tongue is soon swiping through my lips to make our kiss more intimate, stroking and caressing me as he gently picks me up to carry my fragile, recovering body the rest of the way to the bed.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he says against my lips while I continue kissing him, “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
He moans against me as I grind against his hips, being careful not to upset my bandaged wound. I immediately begin unbuttoning his shirt, after which I quickly move onto his jeans where I literally tear the fly apart. I grab hold of his firm heat and begin kissing down the side of his neck while he enjoys the sensation of me rubbing up and down his length. I don’t bother removing his shirt or my clothes, I simply release his cock, hitch up my skirt, and move my panties to one side so he can enter me without upsetting any of my injuries. Doctor’s orders.
“Fuck, Bea, what the hell has gotten into you?” he gasps, sounding like he is more than enjoying whatever it is that has got into me.
“You, hopefully,” I reply with a long breath, feeling desperate for him. “I’d straddle you right now, but I’m not sure that’s the ‘gentle’ the doctor recommended.”
My words seem to push away any reluctance he might have had, as he quickly crawls between my legs and begins to slide in deep. We both moan when he enters me, and I’m soon thrusting my hips up for more. He moves gently, as though I’m a virgin again, so I wrap my legs around his waist and use my feet to push him into me. He laughs and takes the hint to move harder, faster, all the while gripping hold of my hands above my head. I writhe underneath him as the building crescendo of an orgasm mounts up within me, the whole time holding eye contact with one another. He flinches and I can tell he’s getting close.
“I love you so much, baby,” he whispers, his eyes turning even more intense than before. “Marry me.”
We both release together and it’s beyond words. I’ve never felt this way about someone before, and I don’t believe I ever will again…but marriage? He slowly lowers his body down to the side of me and buries his face into the crook of my neck, kissing me gently while stroking my skin with softness.
“Well?”
“Wait, what?!” I gasp, still trying to process what he’s just asked me.
“I meant to do it more romantically, but I guess the mood took over me.” He smiles softly, cupping my face gently as he does so. “It can be a long engagement, we can live for a while first, but please, wear my ring, Bea.”
“C-can I think about it?” I ask nervously. I don’t want to upset him or think that I’m turning him down, but I don’t want to rush into this, not after everything. “I’m not saying no, honestly, I just –"
“Bea, I expected this answer,” he says with his grin still shining through, looking wide and genuine. “So long as you say yes in the end, then I’ll be happy. So, so happy.”
“I’m not moving back to Ben’s place, am I?” I ask with a soft laugh while he plays with my fingers.
“Doesn’t look that way,” he replies. “But at least we can make this place ours. It’s a little generic, don’t you think?”
“Well, I didn’t want to say anything,” I admit with a teasing smile. “And you, Nathaniel Carter, are anything but generic. I love you, you one of a kind.”