Nothing Bundt Love Page 4

  “If you say so,” I murmur.

  Nathan stands up, closing the foot of distance between our two chairs. He lowers onto his haunches so that he’s more eye-level with me as I stay sitting. He grabs my hands, holding them in his own. I can’t miss the zap of electricity his touch brings. My body is on fire and I only want more.

  “Harper, I have a confession to make,” he states, looking deep into my eyes.

  “What?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

  “Back in high school, I wanted nothing more than to ask you out. To be your first kiss, your date to prom, yours, and you mine. I was too much of a chickenshit to actually ask you out, so I had to sit by as I watched you date other guys. With each day that passed that I didn’t let my feeling for you be known, it just made me want to run away. I couldn’t live with the idea that I’d let you slip through my fingers. I couldn’t imagine living in the same town as you when you eventually got married and had kids. So, I was a coward. I ran. I used school and then my success as a reason to stay away. My mom and grandmother figured it out. I don’t know when or how, but they did, or at least, I think they did. They’d always drop comments about you whenever they could. I still can’t believe that I didn’t recognize you the night I got into town, but I’m chalking that up to the nerves of returning after ten years, mixed with exhaustion.” He pauses, allowing time for his words to sink in.

  “So, what are you saying? What does all of that mean?” I ask.

  He chuckles, shaking his head before answering. “That means I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I want whatever you can give me. If that’s tonight, if that’s the rest of this week, or this month, or maybe the rest of our lives. I want it, all of it. I’m going to finally find my backbone and tell you how I feel. Show you, if you’ll let me.”

  He tugs me to the edge of the seat, and I easily go. He drops my hands so he can cup my cheeks. “I want to kiss you, tell me no, now, if that’s not okay,” he says, a little gruffly.

  I reach out, grabbing a handful of his shirt in my fist, and pull him closer, stopping only once our lips are hovering ever-so-slightly apart. “Kiss me, Nathan,” I demand. He presses his lips to mine, and I see stars. I quickly open when his tongue swipes across the seam, allowing his tongue to plunge into my mouth as we duel together. His arms wrap around my torso, pulling me tight against his body. My nipples harden at the contact. The next thing I know, he’s standing and taking me with him. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he presses me against the back of my house, grinding his pelvis against my center as he continues deepening the kiss. My hands roam around all the places on his body I can reach in this position.

  I have no idea how much time passes before he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against my own as we both suck in much-needed air. “I could kiss you all night,” he states.

  “Same,” I agree, a smile tugging at my lips. I nip at his, and attempt to rub my center against him, in search of some friction to relieve some of the desire he’s built up in my body.

  “Fuck, you feel good in my arms,” he growls, kissing me relentlessly as he presses his hard cock right where I need him.

  “Bedroom,” I say against his lips.

  He pulls back, making eye contact with me. “Harper, are you sure? I didn’t come here tonight expecting any of this.”

  “Nathan, I’m a big girl, I know what I’m asking for.”

  “Where am I going?” he asks, squeezing me tighter before he steps away from the side of my house. He slides the door open, stepping through it and carrying me like it’s nothing.

  “Down the hall, the last door on the left,” I tell him. He makes quick work getting us to my bedroom. Once inside, he walks over to my queen-size bed and sets me down on the edge. I fall back, and he follows as I tug him with me.

  With his arms bracing him on either side of my head, I tug him once again until our lips meet. I easily slip my tongue past his lips, pulling him deeper into the kiss. His hard cock presses perfectly against my core as he takes over the kiss. His lips leave mine, trailing down my neck and across the tops of my breasts.

  I push against his chest, making him back up and allowing me to sit up. I grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it off over my head and exposing my lace-covered breasts to him. I’m normally self-conscious of my body. I’m not the skinniest woman around. I bake for a living, and that comes with eating what I cook. I’m not overweight, but I’ve got a few pounds that I could lose if I had the time to work out.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groans. He palms my breasts, testing their weight in his hands. His thumbs brush over my pert nipples and I can’t hold back the moan that falls from my lips. “Your tits are so much better than I could have ever imagined,” he says as his fingers make quick work of the clasp on my bra. He drops it to the side, then dives in, licking both nipples before pulling one into his mouth.

  I can’t help but arch into his touch. My body desperate for release just as much as it is for his touch. I grasp at his shirt, pulling it from his jeans and up his torso. He releases my breast long enough to unbutton the top of it and pull it over his head. His torso is exposed to me, the ripples of his abdominal muscles making me drool at the way they move, especially when I press forward and lick along them. “Harper,” he groans my name, the desire in his voice encouraging me on.

  I kiss a few more ridges, getting closer and closer to his belt buckle. Without removing my lips from his skin, I open the buckle and pop the top button of his jeans.

  “That’s enough,” he states, pushing me back onto the bed. “I get to pleasure you first.”

  I slide back on the bed and he follows me until I’ve got my head on my pillows. He slides the pads of his fingertips from my collarbone, down between my breasts and down until he runs them along the top edge of my shorts. “Can I take these off of you?” he asks, sitting back on his knees, which bracket my hips.

  “Yes,” I tell him, nodding my head in agreement. “I’m not waxed or shaved,” I blurt, wanting to make sure that he’s not expecting that.

  “Baby, that shit doesn’t bother me, I’ll take you however you like to be.” It feels like it takes forever for him to undo the button and lower the short zipper, when in reality it probably isn’t more than thirty seconds. I lift my hips, helping him as he tugs my shorts off and down my legs. He leaves my panties, thank God I thought to put on one of my nicer pairs when I showered and changed after work. I can’t say I didn’t have the idea of wearing my best ones in the off chance that he’d see them, but now I’m really glad I did.

  “Fuck,” he growls again as he passes his thumb over my mound. “You still good?” he asks, flicking his eyes back to me.

  “I’m great,” I tell him, bringing my hand up to cup his cheek. He turns his head, placing a kiss against the center of my palm.

  “If anything changes, just say the word,” he says before lowering down and settling between my legs. I suck in a breath, my nerves going haywire at the anticipation of having his mouth on my most intimate places. He adjusts my legs, placing them over his shoulders as he really gets comfortable. This is all so foreign to me. I’m not a virgin, by any means, but I’ve never had a guy put this much focus on pleasuring me first. It’s always been about blow jobs and getting the guy off; if I came in that amount of time, then good for me, but nothing like centering things on my pleasure first.

  “Ah,” I moan, my back bowing off the bed at his first swipe at my center. My panties are on, and it is still better than any other experience.

  “Very responsive. When was the last time you had an orgasm?” he asks from between my legs.

  “Um,” I studder and try to think. “One that I gave to myself or from a man?” I ask, looking for some clarity to his question.

  “Both,” he says, sliding my panties to the side so he can brush the pad of his thumb over my clit. My mind goes blank momentarily at the contact. “Harper, last time you orgasmed?” he prods again.

  “Oh, right. Ummm�
��” I stall once again. “Like, a week ago in the shower and more than a year with a partner,” I tell him honestly.

  “Oh, Harper, just hang tight. We’re going to fix that,” he tells me before tugging my panties off and diving tongue and teeth first into pleasuring me.

  I lose myself in his touch. The way his tongue flicks my clit before he sucks it between his lips, the way his long fingers slide inside my channel, scissoring as he finds the exact way to bring me to a screaming orgasm. My body goes rigid as I crest over the edge, the endorphins flooding my bloodstream is the best feeling in the world. I go limp against the bed, my legs falling from his shoulders as he releases my clit. I vaguely feel his lips press against my inner thighs before he pushes up the bed, dropping kisses along my torso on his way up.

  I curl into his side once he’s settled next to me, enjoying the heat and connection to his body. He’s still got his jeans, and whatever is under them, on, but I don’t miss the bulge in the center as I place my leg over the top of him.

  My skin breaks out into goose bumps as he lightly brushes his hand up and down my side as I come down from my orgasm. Once I’ve cleared my vision, I place a kiss to his chest, pushing up slightly to look at him. He looks just as blissed out as I do, and he’s only given me pleasure.

  “It’s your turn now,” I tell him, trailing a hand down his pecs towards his abs.

  “Are you sure?” he asks again.

  “One hundred percent,” I tell him, lowering his zipper all the way. I reach inside the band of his boxer briefs and pull his cock out, stroking it a few times as I learn the feel of it and what he likes. I shift down the bed, bringing my mouth even with his cock. I give it a little tease lick, and he moans just as loudly as I did earlier.

  Before he can stop me, I open wide and take as much of him into my mouth as I can, and bob up and down his shaft, using my hand as I pull up. I lick around his crown, making sure to tease the sensitive spots that have him holding back thrusts.

  “Harper,” he groans, slipping a finger under my chin and pulling me off his cock.

  “Yes?” I ask, looking up at him.

  “You need to stop that or I’m going to come down your throat.”

  “And?” I ask, like that’s a problem.

  “I’d rather be balls deep inside you when I come.”

  “Oh,” I chirp. “Okay,” I agree. He quickly slides off the bed and shucks the rest of his clothes off. He tosses his wallet on the bed before his jeans hit the floor. He opens it, pulling a condom from it, and tosses it up to me. I grab it, ripping it open before handing it back to him. I watch with rapt attention as he rolls it down his cock. “How do you want me?” I ask as he strokes himself a few times.

  “The better question is, how do you want it? I know I’m going to come any way I can be inside you, so what works best for you, sweetheart?”

  “Can I be on top? At least, to start?” I ask, feeling bold, as if I’m used to asking for what I want sexually all the time. That couldn’t be further from the truth, but for some reason, with Nathan, I’m empowered, like I could ask for anything and he’d agree to it.

  Words are not needed. He lays back down on the bed, his head now on the pillows. He holds the base of his cock with one hand as he offers me the other. I straddle him, lining my opening up with the head of his cock. We lock eyes and he pulls my mouth to his as I sink down on him until he’s fully seated and I’m the fullest I’ve ever been.

  7

  Nathan

  I bottom out inside of Harper and my eyes are about to roll to the back of my head. The way her body surrounds me, it just about squeezes the orgasm right out of my balls. I suck her tongue a little harder as she stills. I can tell the moment her body relaxes, and she adjusts to my size. Her hips start to move as she rides my cock. Her movement’s limited because we’re lip-locked, at the moment.

  She pulls away from the kiss, sitting up and pressing her palms into my chest. I hold on to her hips, helping her move up and down as her movements get a little faster and less controlled.

  “Yes!” she cries as I start to meet her thrusts. I slide one hand from her hip until my thumb can press against her clit. I feel the exact moment she crests over the edge, giving in to her second orgasm, which triggers my own. I thrust up one last time, my balls pulling tight as I empty my orgasm into the condom. I can’t suck in air fast enough as she collapses onto my chest.

  As we both fight to pull air into our lungs, I run my hands through her hair as she lays splayed on my chest. My cock is still hard inside of her as we lay here. Our only movements coming from the heavy breathing and my fingers in her hair.

  “I don’t think I can move,” she whispers a few moments later.

  “That good, huh?” I ask, hoping that’s the reason.

  “Yes,” she says, her head nodding against my chest.

  “Let me go get cleaned up, then we can fall asleep,” I suggest. She sits up, which causes my cock to twitch inside of her. He’s trying to say he’s ready for round two, but I don’t want to make her too sore tomorrow. Especially if I want a repeat of tonight, tomorrow night. I’ve only got so many days left here and I plan to make good use of them.

  Once Harper has slid off of me, I make my way into her bathroom. Much like the entryway, it is all girly things inside here. Bath products fill a basket on the wall above her toilet. Decorative towels hang from the shower door, and makeup and other beauty products fill baskets on the counter.

  I remove the condom, tying it off before disposing of it in the small trash can. After peeing and washing my hands, I find a clean washcloth and get it wet with warm water to take out to Harper, but when I open the door to the bathroom, she’s waiting at the doorway.

  “Hi,” I greet, “I was bringing you this.” I hold up the wet washcloth.

  “Thank you, but I need to pee,” she states and plucks it from my hand. I step aside so she can enter the bathroom. She closes the door behind her, and I make my way back to the bed, snagging my briefs so I can slide them on before getting into bed. As soon as I sit down, I realize that we probably left things out, I go and check that the doors are all locked before I find a few Tupperware containers in a cabinet and move the leftovers into them, tossing the takeout ones. I place the leftovers into the fridge, then rinse our dishes before I add them to the dishwasher.

  “There you are,” she says, and I turn to find her standing at the doorway of the kitchen. A tank top and shorts covering her curves that drive me wild. She’s pulled her hair up into a messy bun and washed off what little makeup she had on earlier. Even after all of that, she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve laid my eyes on. Funny how I’ve been out on dates with supermodels, and yet they’ve got nothing on what I see when I look at Harper.

  “I remembered that we left things a little undone out here, so I wanted to make sure they were taken care of before we fell asleep.”

  “Thanks,” she says, and I close the distance between us. Now that I’ve touched her, tasted her, I crave her tenfold.

  “Are you ready for bed? I imagine you have to be up early for work tomorrow.”

  “So early.” She groans. “The donuts and coffee cakes don’t bake themselves, unfortunately.” She chuckles.

  “Then, let’s get off to bed.” I cup her ass with my hands as I pull her in closer.

  “You’re okay with staying?” she asks.

  “The real question is, are you okay with me staying?” I default the decision to her.

  “Yes,” she says, not missing a beat.

  “Then, let’s go,” I tell her as I lead her back down the hall and into the bedroom. We slide into bed and I pull her into my arms. I need to hold her. Need to have her right by me as much as I can before I have to go back home.

  I wake up in a cold bed. I remember Harper kissing me goodbye but have no idea how long ago that was. I roll out of bed, stopping in the bathroom quick. When I go to wash my hands, I find an unopened toothbrush with a sticky note on it. Thought
you might want this, text me when you’re up, or stop by. You know where to find me. H.

  I rip the package open, wetting it down before I squirt some toothpaste onto it. With a fresh mouth, I also decide to jump into her shower and at least rinse off from last night. I don’t have any clean clothes, but it isn’t like my clothes from yesterday are all that dirty.

  Once fully dressed, I go in search of my cell. I find it on the kitchen counter, plugged in and with another note on it. Found this and figured you’d need it fully charged. No worries, I didn’t go snooping on it. H. I chuckle at her humor. There’s nothing I can think of on my phone that she’s not welcome to look at. I’m not the kind of guy to hide things. Yes, I have access to things within my company that aren’t public knowledge, but I also know that Harper wouldn’t be the one to leak those kinds of details if she gained access to them. She’s not that kind of woman.

  I open the fridge, hoping to find something quick I can make for some breakfast, until I can get over to the bakery and have something Harper baked this morning. One of her cinnamon rolls is sounding really good right about now.

  I don’t find much, so grab a banana from the counter and pull up a towing company to come get the truck. I’m going to have to figure out what’s going on with the old truck today. Thankfully, the driver that comes to pick it up is willing to let me hop in as he takes it to the shop. Once I take care of talking to the mechanic, who promises to look it over this morning and call me once he’s diagnosed the issues, I take off on foot, easily walking the few blocks to the bakery. I walk in, finding the shop buzzing with business. Harper and Lacey are behind the counter, both helping customers, with four more in line behind them. I take my place at the end of the line and look around. The tables are mostly full of happy patrons who sip on coffee and fill up on perfectly baked pastries.

  My turn is finally up, and it’s when Harper first notices me. “Hi,” she says, her sultry voice causing my dick to swell in my jeans.