Heath looked at him like he was crazy, and I gave Tim a hard poke in his side. I didn’t want him making me laugh.
“Let me introduce my wife,” Heath said. Neither Tim nor I could hide the surprise on our faces. “This is Gemma Reyes.”
“We know Gemma.” I turned to her. “It’s so nice to see you again.”
“You two are really well-suited,” Tim said with a smile.
Gemma giggled and thanked us and showed off her ring, which I recognized as the same Cartier diamond ring he’d proposed to me with.
We said our goodbyes and made it to Tim’s truck before we started cracking up. “Oh my God,” I snort laughed. “Do you think he knows she’s been married three times already?”
“I doubt he cares. He just needed someone to say yes so he could his hands on his trust fund.” He sobered up and looked at me quietly. “Does it make you sad he married her?”
I laughed. “Lord, no. It’s an interesting match, though. Maybe they’ll actually be happy. She’s always wanted to be rich and not have to work.”
“She probably wouldn’t even mind kids once she knows she can hire as many nannies as she wants.”
We talked about it all the way back to my townhouse. By the time we’d gotten back, we’d totally gone all in on the idea that Heath and Gemma could make things work. I was pulling for them.
“Come in and we’ll eat dessert in a bit,” I said.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
I took the dessert from him, put it in the refrigerator, and turned just in time for him to grab me and push me up against the nearest wall. By the time I got my legs wrapped around his waist, he’d already pushed my dress up, pulled my panties aside, and unzipped his pants—all while kissing me senseless.
“Oh God,” I let my head loll back as he kissed and sucked along my neck and delved into my cleavage. He pulled down my dress and sucked and licked my nipples through my lacy bra. My back arched like it only ever had with him.
His fingers found their way to my opening, and he smoothed them around my clit before thrusting two of them inside me. I whimpered and started rocking my hips back and forth to the timing of his talented fingers. He curved them up and found the spot inside that made me crazy. I gripped his hips harder with my legs, pushed my back against the wall and came hard, with a scream.
He watched me the whole time, reclaiming my mouth as soon as I’d quit crying out. Then he surprised me by rubbing thehead of his cock along my folds and then thrusting inside me to his hilt. I gasped into his mouth while we still kissed.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “It’s been so long. I only want you, Natalie. I only ever want you,” he said over and over as he pumped harder and harder until we were both coming apart.
When it was over, he leaned against me for a minute, catching his breath. Then, still holding me by my ass, he carried me into my bedroom and threw me on my king-size bed. We proceeded to kiss each other until we were wildly pulling and ripping at each other’s clothes.
I was shaking. “I need you,” I gasped out.
“Yeah?” He gave me a slow, sexy smile. “Let’s take a shower together.”
In the large shower, he sat back on the stone bench carved into the wall. He stroked himself roughly while he watched me showering off. Then he beckoned me towards him. His cock was standing up like a steel pipe with pre-cum leaking out of the head. I bent down and licked it up, causing him to buck his hips.
I was just about to take him in my mouth, when he picked me by waist and basically impaled me with his cock. I screamed out, surprised, as I took all of him at once again. I panted, resting there for a minute as I adjusted to his size. Then he began moving me up and down his dick, his eyes shooting between watching my cunt take him and my bouncing breasts. “You are so fucking beautiful, Nat. And you take me so well,” he groaned out. Still holding me tightly as he moved me up and down his length, he moved one hand where his finger could reach my clit. He massaged and flicked it until I was screaming all over again.
My orgasm set his off, and we were crying out and holding onto each other as if we were afraid someone was going to split us apart.
Afterwards, we sat like that on the bench in the shower with me in his lap. The warm water and steam surrounded us, and we talked and kissed and laughed until the water started to go cold.
We spent the whole weekend in bed, and still Monday morning came too soon. We walked out together. He opened my door for me, pushed my legs apart and moved his hips between them so he was close to me. “Is it okay if I come over again tonight?”
His eyes met mine, and I saw a seriousness there that I hadn’t seen very often. “Yes. I’d like that.” I leaned back and reached for the glove compartment. I opened it and pulled out a key. “Here I said,” putting it in his hands.
“Is this what I think it is?”
I smiled at him. “Yeah.”
He got a big grin on his face. “You don’t think it’s too soon?”
I shook my head. “Do you?”
