But we weren’t having sex at that moment. We were merely watching a movie and making fun of how clichéd it was while I had my head on his lap and my legs up in the air, against the back of the sofa.
He stared down at me for a moment, then narrowed his eyes. “Why are you asking that?”
“I was just curious.”
“Don’t be. Whatever King has going on with your mother is between the two of them.”
“Umm, hello? I’m what came out of their union, so I think I have a say in it, thank you very much.”
“You don’t, and drop the sarcasm before I fuck it out of you.”
He totally did that, fucked me, but the sarcasm isn’t completely out.
So yeah, Nate isn’t my ally on this. The only person who can help me is probably Aspen since she’s the one who told me about the possibility of the actual cause of Dad’s accident. But I haven’t gathered enough courage to talk to her. Besides, she wouldn’t know about my mother. Aspen and Dad don’t actually sit down and share stories about their lives.
The judge informs everyone present that the trial will continue next week, and we’re done for the day.
I leave with Nate and the others from the firm, but I remain in the background while they talk in the elevator about a press conference and so on and so forth.
When we’re in the parking garage, Nate tells his associate lawyers to leave first.
I lower my head and go to the passenger seat of his car. I could’ve driven here myself, but he said I should come with him.
Nate gets in and I beam at him. “You were awesome in there.”
“And you were fucking distracting.” He leans over and pulls the seatbelt over my chest.
“I…was?” He didn’t even look at me, I don’t think. How could I be distracting?
“You were. Very.”
He’s still there, leaning over me, so his face is mere inches away from mine, and I’m breathing him in. God, when am I going to be desensitized to him? Ordinarily, I’d be over my reaction to certain words by now, but it seems that it’s getting worse, not better, when it comes to him.
But then again, Nate has never been a word. He’s a whole damn book.
“Does that mean I’ve been a bad girl, husband?”
“Extremely, wife.”
It’s a game of ours that usually means he’s going to fuck me until I’m spent and then start all over again.
“So let’s go home. You have nothing this afternoon. I checked with Grace.”
“You want me to go home early so I can listen to your loud music and watch you dance?”
“You can join in or whatever. And don’t call the loves of my life loud music.”
“The loves of your life?” He raises a brow.
“They are. Don’t be jealous.”
He is. Very. And possessive, too. He’s usually on the verge of losing his cool whenever I’m being touchy or friendly with any man, especially Chris. But even Sebastian, his own nephew who’s in a committed relationship, is a target as well.
I’ll never tell Nate this, but I love that side of him. It means he cares, in his own way.
“Why would I be jealous when you’re fucking mine, wife?” His hand trails down and he cups me through my pants. “My pussy agrees.”
My eyes bug out as I stare out the windows. “Nate! We’re in public.”
“So?”
“We…we can’t. If they find out, everything will be compromised and then…then they’ll attack you and my dad. I can’t take that…I can’t…”
“Hey…” His hand is no longer on my core, because he’s cupping my cheeks. “Fuck them, okay? Now, breathe. Relax. I won’t touch you in public if it freaks you out.”
I’m sucking in air as I wrap my hand around his. “It doesn’t freak you out?”
“No.”
“I wish I was as confident and assertive as you.”
“You are, baby girl. You’re strong. If anyone tells you otherwise, I’ll fuck them up.”
I can’t help but smile at that. “Does that mean you’re my personal caregiver as well?”
“Isn’t that a given?”
“Like my guardian?”
“Like your fucking husband, Gwyneth.”
I bite my lower lip, then release it. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Promise?”
I smile again. For someone who has asshole genes, he can be nice. “Promise. Now, let’s go home.”