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“You’ve hurt us all, Mom,” I said, feeling a warmth creep up my neck from nerves, but there was another feeling there, too, and it was strong.
Righteousness.
“Oh, you girls are overreacting,” she said, then took a big gulp of her margarita, agitating the ice with a thick straw. “Besides, Nathaniel is a playboy. It’s not like you can actually expect him to turn into a family man overnight.”
My patience was wearing thin. “You’re wrong about him. He’s devoted and faithful, and he’s family to me. He knows how deeply you’ve hurt everyone, and he’s dedicated to this family, even if you’re not.” This wasn’t going anywhere. I turned to Melinda. “I’ve had enough.”
“I agree,” Melinda nodded.
“So have I,” Larissa said, setting down her drink and standing up.
“Wait, girls–” Mom made a half-assed attempt to keep us there, but it was too late. We left the pool and hurried back to the car, bursting into happy tears.
“I’m so proud of you, Amelia,” Melinda said, sniffling. “You too, Larissa.”
Larissa reached for Melinda’s hand. “I’m proud of both of you, too,” she said, wiping her eyes. “It was about time we told her the truth and demanded accountability for her actions.”
“Well,” Larissa said, “I don’t know about the two of you, but confronting Mom made me work up an appetite. It’s Christmas Day, after all. We should enjoy ourselves, and I, for one, am looking forward to dinner at that rooftop joint with Nathaniel and Dad. So…” she used a playful tone and waggled her eyebrows, cheering us up. “Who’s ready for some steak?”
Melinda and I giggled, and Larissa started the car. The three of us headed back to Nathaniel’s house to get ready for our holiday dinner on the town. Our family might not be perfect, but it was ours, and we intended to celebrate that– today, tomorrow, and every day we had the chance.
Chapter 48
Nathaniel
Iwanted our New Year’s Eve celebration to be special. After all, it would be the first one we spent together, and the last one we’d have alone before the baby was born. So, I found some shiny gold party decorations and balloons, along with confetti, noisemakers, and a couple of goofy paper top hats for us to wear when the clock struck midnight. After ordering Italian from Amelia’s favorite place, I stopped by the French bakery to pick up a chocolate torte I knew she’d love.
She’d had a rough week after confronting her mother, so I encouraged her to go shopping with her sisters to buy some maternity clothes. When I handed her my credit card, she tried to refuse, but I insisted. It wasourmoney now, I told her, so I urged her to buy whatever she wanted and not to hold back.
I wanted Amelia to feel as beautiful as I knew she was.
When Melinda and Larissa dropped her off in the early evening, I had the whole living room decorated for the holiday. I took the shopping bags from her arms as she surveyed the glitzy, kitschy decor.
“It looks amazing in here! You really outdid yourself, Nathaniel.”
“Only the good stuff for my love,” I said, setting down the bags and taking a seat on the sofa. “So, how about a fashion show?”
Amelia blushed and smiled. “OK.” She disappeared into the downstairs bathroom with a bag, then emerged in a cream-colored sundress made from airy cotton, with a ruffled hem. “Do you like it? I figure I’ll be most pregnant in the summertime, so I’d better have some summery dresses to show off my baby bump.” She twirled and let the dress billow out to the sides, giggling.
She looked gorgeous–healthy, pink-cheeked, like an angel. “Do I like it?” I asked playfully. “Hmm, I haven’t decided yet. I’ll have to check. Let’s see, here…” I took her hand and pulled her onto the leather sofa with me, unable to resist her in that cute outfit. She sat on my lap straddling me, and I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her close for a kiss.
My lips slotted over hers, parting them with my tongue and tasting her sweetness. She returned my kisses with eagerness, grasping my shoulders and shifting in my lap just enough to make me hard and ready for her.
I moved my mouth down to her jaw, my breath coming heavier with desire, kissing a trail along her neck. “I think I like the dress. Pretty sure. Let me just check one more thing.” She chuckled softly as I slipped a finger underneath a dress strap, letting it fall down over her shoulder, then the other strap, allowing the neckline to dip below to her bust. “So far, so good,” I said, tilting my head down to kiss the tops of her breasts–soft and luscious, and heaving under my touch.
“Nathaniel–” Her voice was breathy and low, turning me on so much I could barely think straight. Her fingers slid down over my shirt from my shoulders to my pecs, slipping down to my abdomen and landing at the waist of my jeans, unzipping me. I helped her along, pulling my jeans down to my knees as Amelia started grinding against me. I could feel her warmth through my boxers–so soft, wet and aching for me. “I need you, Nathaniel. Please. I need you to make love to me.”
It fried my circuits, hearing that. I gathered her dress around her waist and slipped a hand between her legs, only to discover that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Fuck, Amelia.” She let out a mischievous laugh, pleased with herself. I slid my fingers through her folds, making her gasp, then drew her juices up from her entrance to her sensitive spot. Circling her clit softly, I watched her face slacken with pleasure, her laughter turning to whimpers, then panting, then moans–Nathaniel, oh Nathaniel–as I brought her to climax. “You’re so sensitive,” I marveled as she came down from her high. She dropped languid kisses on my cheeks and my jaw, nodding and humming, while I pulled my briefs down.
“Hurry, please,” she breathed, vibrating with need. She was insatiable. “I want you inside me.”
Amelia supported herself on her knees, with her hands on my chest, as she lowered herself down to surround me, inch by exquisite inch. When I was seated to the hilt, she began rocking back and forth slowly, drawing out my pleasure the way only she could, bringing me to the edge–so close, so fast, I had to pinch the base to keep from coming right away.
“You feel so good, baby,” I murmured as she rode me. She increased her pace, letting out little whines with every roll of her hips. Grasping her by the waist, I squeezed gently, encouraging her, relishing in the feel of her supple body in my hands, her smooth skin, the delicate tickle of her hair sweeping along my chest. The bodice of her dress fell down as she rocked back and forth, exposing her breasts–bouncing and full and irresistible. I took each one into my hands, squeezing gently, rubbing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting little gasps and squeaks from her as she ground down on my cock. “I love you, Amelia. God, I love you so much,” I breathed, losing myself in the hypnotic rhythm of her body.
“Love you, too,” she said, leaning close to kiss me–rough and sloppy, our breaths mingling as we climbed higher together.
