“I’m glad you are,” he says, a matter of fact.
“It means I’ll be your first and you? You’ll be my only, forever,” he informs me.
I open my mouth to ask one of the million questions I have, but he presses a finger to my lips, reminding me we can go as slow or as fast as I want.
“As long as I know you’ll be mine,” he murmurs. “I can wait. We don’t have to do everything in one night,” he tells me, making me feel better but also wondering if it’s some sort of challenge.
Even though I’m lying down, I can feel my knees trembling still, my whole body shuddering against his.
I think I need a moment to take in what’s just happened before I go any further with Nathan, and if he can do all that with just his mouth, I shiver harder when I consider what he’s capable of with that thick, fat dick of his.
“I’ll be yours,” I whisper to him, suddenly feeling sleepy with his warmth against me. Like I could curl up inside him and sleep for a thousand years knowing I’ll still be his when I wake up.
It’s the best sleeping remedy I’ve ever had, and as much as I try to stay awake to hear what he’s saying, I drift off into the best sleep ever, only half-waking up when I feel his lips on mine again.
The sunlight piercing through the drawn curtains of his room as I feel for his body with my hands.
Smiling and moaning softly once I realize this is actually happening.
I haven’t dreamt it.
Chapter Twelve
Nathan
It’s better than even I could have hoped for.
She’s never been with anyone else and she never will be ever if I have my way.
She seems embarrassed at first, but once I explain how perfect she is, just the way she is, it’s not long before she falls asleep in my arms like a little lamb, that knowing smile playing on her lips.
I’ll claim her properly soon enough, but it looks like today and this evening has taken it all out of her.
I watch her sleep until the dawn light and only wake to the sound of the hotel phone by the bed blaring once I do finally doze off.
It’s the conference organizer, grateful for my emails and pleading for forgiveness for the screw-up over my room yesterday but he’s asking the obvious question when I notice the time.
“Uh, Mr. Cartwright will you be coming?” he asks politely but firmly. “We have a talk with around nine hundred ticket holders scheduled to start in twenty minutes and then the meet and greet for about half that again, all paid for,” he reminds me and I hear myself groan for a different reason for the first time in twelve hours.
“There’s a car waiting for you out front of your hotel. I’ll see you when you get here?” he clips before hanging up once I put his mind at ease.
Lucy stirs, pulling the covers up over her head and pressing her whole body deeper against mine which isn’t helping my motivation to get out of bed once I hang up, promising the event’s organizer I’ll be there.
“I gotta go,” I yawn, rolling onto my side and spooning Lucy, feeling myself rock hard against the small of her back in an instant.
She purrs, reaching behind her and gripping one of my legs in between hers in reply.
“I’m due to speak in about twenty minutes,” I groan, not minding if she’s the reason I’m late, or even if I never go out in public again.
“I’ll go with you,” she murmurs, mumbling something about grabbing breakfast on the way, but she’s fast asleep again by the time I pull myself up out of the bed and head for the shower.
Showered and ready to dress in record time, I smile to myself as I watch over Lucy for another moment as she mews in her sleep, trying to wake up but staying right where she is.
Satisfied.
I feel my brow crease as I consider everything though.
There’s no way I’m going out for the day and leaving her here all alone.
Using the stationary on the table by the window I scratch her a note, letting her know I’ll send the car back to pick her up and meet her at the convention when she’s feeling up to it and only after she’s had breakfast.
I tuck the note into her hand as I lean over to kiss her goodbye, torn when she stirs but drifts back to sleep.
I know where I’d rather be spending my day.
On my way out to the waiting car, I order breakfast to be sent up to Lucy in about an hour.
I figure she’ll be up by then and see my note.
If not, I tell them to leave it at the door if she’s still sleeping.