Chapter 19

Meant to Be Wild

“So, what exactly did you want to tell me?” Nathan asks as he takes off his jacket, draping it over a chair.

I sit on the couch, taking off my shoes since my feet have started to hurt.

Thank goodness the party is over, but now it’s time for the more serious part of the evening, the part I’ve been dreading.

Possibly one of the biggest conversations of my life.

I take a deep breath. “I’ve—”

“Oh, before that,” Nathan interrupts as he pours himself a glass of Scotch. “How did you and Grant meet again?”

I frown. “We met while I was camping.”

“Ah. So, he still loves the outdoors.”

Another deep breath. “Anyway, I was about to say I’ve made my decision.”

He takes a sip from his glass. “Go on.”

“I’ve decided to work for the Seeker,” I tell him. “I was thinking I’d tell Henry tomorrow.”

“Well, it’s good that you finally made up your mind. How did you make your decision?”

“Just knowing that it’s what I’ve really dreamed of.”

He nods. “I’m sure you’ll do great. I’m happy for you.” Even though he’s supportive, I can hear the tinge of sadness in his voice.

“And there’s one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“I’ve decided to trust you.”

His eyebrows crease. “What do you mean?”

“I’m saying working for the Seeker isn’t goodbye. It’s something I’m doing for me but I want you to know it doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you anymore or anything. After all, I love you, Nathan Landers.”

He stops in the act of bringing his glass to his lips.

“You know, when I first saw you, I thought you were like a wild animal. Untamed. I thought I could tame you, but then, I realized I don’t really want to. I want you as you are. I don’t want you in a cage. You don’t want me in a cage either, do you?”

He sets down his glass and walks over to me.

“I’m just going to spread my wings, but that doesn’t mean—”

I don’t finish because Nathan’s mouth is suddenly on mine, robbing me of breath and words.

Afterward, he looks into my eyes as he strokes my cheek, and at the warmth I see there, my heart stops.

“Nathan?”

“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Sam, and God help me but damn, I love you.”

And he kisses me again. Fiercer this time.

He loves me.

It takes a while for the confession to register, but once it does, I feel my spirit soaring, joy welling in my chest as my heart races.

Nathan loves me.

I kiss him back just as fiercely, placing my hands around his neck.

He wraps his arms tighter around me, pressing his body against mine.

I feel his heart beating furiously.

And I feel something else throbbing.

Both of them are mine.

Thrilled with that knowledge, I lead Nathan to the bedroom. He seems surprised that I’m taking the lead this time, but he follows eagerly.

Once there, I pull down the side zipper of my gown, then slip it off, letting it fall to my ankles. I slip out, holding his gaze as I take off the rest of my clothes, unfastening my bra and then my panties that are already wet, tossing them away. Somehow, I’m no longer shy.

I belong to him now.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he says, placing his hands on my waist.

I take his hands, kissing each palm, then place them on my breasts.

“And I’m all yours.”

Again, our lips meet, his hands cupping my swollen breasts, his thumbs pressing against my pert nipples.

My hands go to the buttons of his shirt, popping them off one by one. Then I slip his shirt off and work on his belt next. And his zipper.

His pants fall to his knees and I cup his crotch, stroking the bulge I feel there, delighting in how it quivers and arches against my hand.

“Shit,” he mutters as he pulls his lips away, planting them on the side of my neck as he, too, reaches between my legs to stroke my sex.

My knees shake. Still, I part my legs, letting him stroke as much as he wants and letting him slip a finger in.

I gasp. “So good.”

It’s too good, in fact. I can’t keep stroking him, grabbing his shoulders instead to keep myself from falling as my knees melt.

He puts me on top of the bed, kissing my breasts, the soft curve of my belly, the insides of my thighs, my knees and then finally, my sex.

And it’s no ordinary kiss.

“Spread your legs wider, love,” he orders.

I obey, moaning and fisting the sheets as his wicked tongue plunders.

“Remember.” He stops to hold my gaze. “You can spread your wings as much as you want, but you’ll spread your legs only for me.”

“I promise.”

I never intended to do so for anyone else, not since the day I met him.

He’s the only one who can make me feel this way.

I feel ensnared and yet so free, every fiber of my being alive and buzzing with excitement.

As the tip of his tongue teases my clit, I cry out, and when it enters me, I come undone, my whole body trembling with the force of my release.

He’s the only one who can bring me to such heights of pleasure.

And he knows it. He’s wearing that devilish grin as he takes off his boxers.

As always, the sight of him fully erect leaves me stunned.

This time, though, I plan to do more than just admire the view.

I leave the bed, kneeling in front of him and taking his cock in my hand, wrapping my fingers around him.

Mine.

“Sam?”

I don’t answer, proceeding to do something I’ve never done before.

I lick the tip of his cock then all the way down the length, tracing every vein. Then I take him slowly inside my mouth, sucking.

Nathan moans, his body trembling. “Shit.”

His fingers become entwined with my hair as he pulls. I keep moving, my fingers biting into his ass, my lips holding him captive.

How do I know what I’m doing? I don’t.

I just know I want to please him, and I know I’m succeeding based on what I’m hearing, each moan and curse vibrating through me.

Suddenly, he pushes me away, lifting me off my knees and leading me back to the bed.

When I throw him a questioning glance, he cups my sex, still hot from wanting him.

“I’d rather come in here. Don’t you think?”

I nod. “Go on, then. Don’t hold back.”

He doesn’t. Quickly, he enters me, pounding into me.

I cling to him, squeezing him. “Harder.”

I want him to go wild.

He bends me in half, his massive cock plunging into my very core.

God. Oh, God. It’s so good…

God!

Again, pleasure takes over and this time, his body trembles with mine, his groans echoing my moans.

When it has subsided, he pulls out and drags me into his arms. We lie still, gasping for air.

When I can move again, I prop myself up on an elbow and look at Nathan’s face, his cheeks still flushed, his eyes still dazed, his lips curved into a smile of contentment.

Mentally, I snap a picture of it, committing it to memory.

No matter how far apart we are, I know that image will bring him closer to me.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I say, resting my head on his chest just above his heart.

No matter where I go, his heart is my home, as mine is his. Knowing that, we both can run wild and wander free.

No one and nothing can tame us.