Floating (24 page)

Jacking my cock in long hard strokes, she laughs at me. Fucking laughs. No man likes to hear a woman laugh when his cock is in her hand.

“Not seeing what’s funny here, Sunshine.”

Turning her face so she can lick long lines up my neck to my ear, she bites down on my earlobe, soothing the sting with her tongue and I shudder at the feeling.

“You trying to find out the last person I slept with, in a less than subtle way, is funny, Nate.” I still don’t agree, there is nothing funny about my woman fucking other men.

Twisting my fingers inside her I feel her pussy ripple, clamping down on my hand squeezing the shit out of them.

“Fuck that. Tell me how long it’s been since a man put his cock inside my pussy. Because you know this pussy’s mine, right? I’m the only man that’s going to be touching you, licking your cunt, feeling you come around my cock.” I punctuate my statement by slamming my fingers into her to the last knuckle.

For a second I’m scared I’ve hurt her when she lets out a high pitch wail. I’m quickly mollified, when she creams all over my hand. Panting, she can barely get the words out, but I hear her. Every last fucking word. My cock pays particular interest to the breathless way the words come out twitching like a motherfucker.

“Yes, oh my God, yes, Nate. Right there. Mmmmm. It’s, I’m yours.”

Twisting again I ask, “You going to tell me now, Sunshine, or do I have to draw this out? Not let you come till you do?” Shaking her head rapidly back and forth on my pillow, her stunning red hair offset by my dark pillowcases, she answers straight away.

Didn’t think orgasm denial would be her thing. Good to know.

“No! Please, Nate, I need to come. I’ll tell you anything you want just let me come.”

No way would I actually want to risk holding out on her. The last thing I need is to wake up with her chopping my cock off because I leave her sexually frustrated. Every man knows that’s a very real risk if their woman is unsatisfied.

“You wanna come, then answer my question, Baby. When was the last time you had a cock inside your tight, hot pussy?”

Canting her hips further into my palm, Ronnie lets out a low moan. It won’t be long until her body takes over, throwing her head first into orgasm, whether I like it or not. Looking into my eyes, she’s removed her hand from my cock placing both of her small hands on my jaw that I didn’t know was clenched and replies, “You. It was you, Nate. I hav…..”

Fuck me!

The knowledge that Ronnie hasn’t been with anyone but me snaps the last thread of my control. Not that I had much to start with. Jack knifing up, and yanking my hand roughly from between her legs, I use the wetness on my hand to lube up my shaft, kneeling between her spread thighs. The sight of her plump pussy lips glistening, her cum on her thighs, her heaving chest and gorgeous tits, with nipples that are diamond hard points almost makes me blow my load all over her tight, flat belly. But there’s no fucking way the first time I come, with the woman I’ve been in love with for-fucking-ever, is it going to be outside her pussy. There’ll be plenty of time for me to mark her body with my jizz. Just not this time.

Positioning the head of my cock at her entrance, watching it nudge its way forward, I look up and see Ronnie staring at my face. Not our connection. Not my body. She’s waiting to look into my eyes.

“I love you, Nathaniel Raymond Burke. I’m so sorry it took me so long to make it back to you.”

There are tears in her beautiful green eyes. She’s breaking my heart.

“Fuck, I love you, Veronica. I don’t give a shit how long it took you, Baby, I would’ve waited a fucking lifetime for you, Sunshine.”

I can’t wait any longer to be deep inside her, so I don’t. With one thrust I’m buried to the hilt. Crying out in pleasure Ronnie wraps her long legs around my waist and bites down on my shoulder. Pulling back until just the tip of my cock is caressing her tight hole, I plunge forward again, rotating my hips as my pelvis meets hers. She’s unbelievably tight. She feels fucking unreal.

Our joint moans and groans echo around the room, mixing with the wet slapping sounds of skin. Rivulets of sweat are running down my spine, and the fine sheen of sweat on Ronnie’s skin only makes her appear more ethereal. She’s fucking glowing with how aroused she is.

Meeting me thrust for thrust, it’s only a matter of minutes before I feel the silken fist that is my woman’s cunt begin to spasm.

“I’m so close, Nate. Oh, oh, my, God. Yes, there, right there.” Lowering my hand, the one that isn’t balancing my weight to stop me from crushing her beneath me, I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger just hard enough to cause a bite of pain with her pleasure. Clamping her thighs at my sides, Ronnie’s back bows off the bed, displaying her beautiful body for me perfectly. Before she can arch her head away from me, I grab a fistful of her hair and tilt her face to mine. Slamming my mouth down on hers and pushing my tongue inside, mimicking the motion of my cock, I pinch her clit one last time, sending her over the edge into a screaming orgasm.

Literally. A screaming fucking orgasm.

Pumping into her I grunt out, “Fuck,” thrust, “You’re,” thrust, “Perfect,” thrust. And three hard thrusts is all it takes before I throw my head back letting out an animalistic growl, followed by groaning her name. “Oh fuck, Ronnie!” The combination of her scent surrounding me, the feel of her pussy still quivering around my cock, and the touch of her hands running up and down my damp skin prolongs the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. That includes the ones I’ve had with her.

After Ronnie has milked me dry, I collapse. Rolling off to her side, grabbing her to me, I position her head in the crook of my neck. I kiss the crown of her head, feeling more content than I have since the last time I had her in my arms like this. Having no idea what she’s thinking, I decide now’s a good a time as any to clear a few things up.

“Fucking hell, woman, you almost killed me. Give me ten and I’ll be good to go again.” Ronnie giggles, placing a soft kiss to the side of my neck. “You do realise that I’m not letting you go, now. What just happened between us, sealed the deal, woman. You’re mine. You’re coming home for good. You’ll be doing that here, in this house with me and Kellen.”

Jerking back slightly Ronnie hisses, “Oh shit, Nate. Where IS Kellen? I totally didn’t think after you put your lips on mine, everything else became non-existent.”

Chuckling at her realisation I consider fucking with her a bit, but figure she’ll more than likely kick my ass, so I tell her the truth. “Calm down, Sunshine. He’s with Kendall and Lexi, picking out snack shit he wants for his birthday party, tomorrow. They won’t be back for a couple of hours, yet. We’ve got time.”

She relaxes instantly back into my side sighing deeply. “Thank God. The last thing I need is my nephew, that probably hates me right now, to hear me having my wicked way with his dad.”

A low grumble of laughter bubbles up from my chest. I squeeze her with the arm that’s currently resting around her back.

“Nothing could be further from the truth, Ronnie. Kellen doesn’t hate you; he fucking loves you, Babe. He keeps that letter you wrote him under his pillow for fuck’s sake. I think I’ve answered about a million questions he’s asked about you in the last four months,” I explain.

“I’m just saying I wouldn’t blame him, if he did.” I get why she would’ve thought that he would, but Kellen isn’t built like most kids. One thing I’ve learnt about my son is his capacity for forgiveness and understanding. Sometimes I wonder whether those traits might do him more harm than good in the future.

I’m curious, so I ask, “Where’d you go anyway, Sunshine? And why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were leaving? I nearly lost my fucking mind when I found you gone. Everyone’s lucky Tank and Pipe talked me down, or I would have taken off after you.”

Ronnie wastes no time in sitting up, wrapping the sheet hanging off the side of the bed around her naked body, and leaning back against the headboard. I roll to my side, propping myself on an elbow, using my free hand to caress the length of her thigh.

“At first, I went home with Mom and Dad. I needed to go back to Patterson. I hadn’t been back once, since I left years ago. It was time, Nate.” Nodding at her she goes on, “I only stayed there about a month before I went to Dallas to visit Clinton and Stephan.” A growl from me has her head whipping to face me. At the look on my face she bursts out laughing, again not funny.

When she’s reduced to giggles, and the odd snort or two she keeps talking.

“I take it. I never told you about my VERY gay friend Clinton and his partner Stephan? You can stand down now, caveman, you’re definitely more Clinton’s type than I am.” Pinching the delicate skin behind her knee, as punishment for making me worry about another dude, I flash her a grin. She shakes her head with a matching grin of her own. “Anyway, while I was there I wanted to talk to him about helping me set up an online gallery. I love working at Skin Fusion. If Reaper will have me back, that would be great, but I want to do something with my painting. I never thought I would have the chance. Seeing as something happened while I was in Dallas making it possible, now was as good a time as any to look into it. You have to promise when I tell you what it was, you’ll let me explain everything before going all crazy, angry alpha, Nate.”

I don’t even know what that last bit fucking means. Whatever. It doesn’t matter. I’ll listen to anything Ronnie wants to tell me.

“Sunshine, you can tell me anything, you know that. I can’t promise not to get pissed, but I can promise you, I’ll hear you out before completely losing my shit, if it’s that bad.”

Shaking her head back and forth she adds, “It’s not bad, just strange. Honestly, I thought that it was a joke, at first.” I can’t say that I’m not nervous to hear what she’s got to say. My mind runs the gamut of options but keeps leading me back to the negative choices.

Taking a deep breath Ronnie locks eyes with me and lays it out. “It was about three weeks after I got to Dallas that I got a registered letter delivered by courier. No one knew where I was except for Mom and Dad, so at first I thought something happened to them. It shocked the shit out of me when I saw the letter was actually from Verity. It wasn’t even a letter really. She sent a key to a safety deposit box with a note saying, ‘I owe you this and more,’ and the address of the bank that held the box. Like I said it was strange. I talked to Clinton and we made the trip down to the bank the next day. I was curious, I’ll admit, to see what Verity thought she owed me.” My heart is beating faster and faster by the second, and it’s not caused by lingering excitement, or the fading orgasm I just had.

I haven’t heard from Verity once, since she took off the day Kellen was taken to the emergency room. I had Cage, as the club’s communication officer, look into it running some traces and checking out her bank accounts, but nothing raised any flags as to her whereabouts. It was like she’d dropped off the face of the Earth. Kellen didn’t seem worried by her disappearance. That in and of itself was something that caused me concern. It struck me as odd that a kid showed no outward signs he was worried about his mother up and leaving him without warning.

Bringing me back from those thoughts, which wouldn’t go anywhere healthy, Ronnie pats the hand that I have resting on her thigh and smiles at me.

“The safety deposit box had over two hundred thousand dollars in it, and account details for a trust that is held in Kellen’s name. The bank manager told me the terms of the trust are that Kellen is able to access it at eighteen-years-old, and not inclusive of interest earned between then and now it totals 3.5 million dollars, Nate.” I suck in a huge lungful of air to the point it makes them burn.

I don’t get it. Verity fucking takes off relinquishing her parental rights. Yeah, I found that shit out when I was notified, about a month back, by her lawyer saying the six months have elapsed. I have sole custody of Kellen, now. Then she leaves her sister, which she’s despised all her life, a chunk of change and a trust for my son. This shit makes no sense at all and has my fucking blood boiling. I’m not fucking pissed because Verity finally decided to do something past due for her sister. I’m not angry because she left money for my son. I’m fucking furious because her parting gesture is to ACT like she’s a good fucking person. I wouldn’t put it past her to do shit like this to take the sting out of her disappearance. That’s just the kind of bitch she is, after all. She deflects her shitty behaviour by doing anything she can to take the emphasis off her.

Before I get a chance to blow, Ronnie presses on with her explanation.

“I can see you’re angry, Nate, I was at first, too, but there’s something going on there. This isn’t like her. Verity hasn’t given me anything before. Not even a fucking candy bar. 200K? I mean, what the fuck? We’ll figure it out, eventually though. There has to be some kind of ulterior motive behind the gift. That’s not the part that’s going to make you lose your mind though, Nate. You have to listen to the whole story, and the reason why I did what I did next. Promise me.”