Freed by Him Page 11

  Pulling into my driveway, I was surprised to see Nate leaning against the wall.

  His usual slow smile spread across his face as I parked and got out of the car.

  I grinned at him, "Can I help you, Masters?"

  He looked me up and down in my gym gear, a lascivious expression on his face as he took in my crop top and knee length, skin-tight leggings.

  "I'm usually all about the lace, but - fuck me! - Lycra may be my new favourite," he smirked at me and I shook my head at him, even though I couldn’t keep the smile from my face.

  "What you doing here?" I asked as I walked past him towards the front door.

  He strolled casually after me."We're going on our date; you've got 30 minutes to get yourself ready."

  I spun round to look at him. "What?" I asked in confusion, but he just smiled smugly back at me and gestured for me to go in.

  "Are you serious? What if I had plans?" I asked annoyed.

  He just shrugged, "Do you?"

  I huffed at him and he laughed. "Don't waste time, Lena, we're on a schedule here, if I've got to take you as you are, I'm more than happy with that."

  I wanted to stay and argue with him, to tell him he had no right to order me about, but I had no doubt that he would in fact take me as I was, so I rushed upstairs to shower.

  I threw on a pair of skinny jeans and a vest top, tousled my hair and applied mascara and lip gloss before heading downstairs.

  He'd made himself at home, sprawled over my sofa, watching TV and drinking a bottle of water.

  As I walked in, he turned to face me. A grin spread over his face.

  "You look incredible. You ready?"

  I raised an eyebrow and quipped back "You look at home. Yeah I'm ready, come and show me a good time."

  The minute I spoke, I realised what I'd said. He burst out laughing, mirth dancing in his eyes as he jumped off the sofa and stalked towards me.

  My stomach flipped over as he stood inches from me, his woody masculine scent arousing my senses. He held my arms with his hands and leaned forward to speak softly, "Oh sweetheart, I fully intend to and it's gonna be a whole lot better than good."

  Holding my face he kissed my forehead before catching my hand and pulling me out of the door with him.

  He refused to tell me anything about our date as we drove to our destination, laughing and tapping his nose. We chatted easily enough and time passed quickly.

  I was so distracted that it was only as we pulled in to park the car that I realised we were at the harbour.

  Looking at him puzzled, he beamed at me looking like a big kid. He jumped out and I followed him, his delight and enthusiasm infectious. He caught my hand and dragged me after him, laughing.

  We got to the gangplank, where an older man stood waiting for us, holding out his hand to Nate.

  All ready for you boy, and your requests are all on board" he turned to me, nodding his head in acknowledgement, "Miss."

  I smiled politely back, feeling bewildered.

  Nate shook his hand and thanked him and the man walked away.

  I turned to Nate. "You have a boat?" I asked in astonishment and he held his arm out with pride.

  "Meet 'Sweet Mary.' He smiled widely. “She's my grandfather’s. He can't get out in her anymore but refuses to sell her."

  He helped me up onto the boat and I looked about as he untied ropes and ran about doing whatever he needed to. I had no clue, so I sat there dumbly watching him.

  I'd never really been on a boat before - pedalos on a lake maybe - but my mode of transport was car or plane.

  I wanted to explore but wasn't sure if I should, so I sat on the front of the deck. Nate started the engine and I felt us start to move away.

  Once we'd cleared the harbour and headed out onto open water I could see that he didn't have to concentrate so much and got up to speak to him.

  He looked relaxed and completely at home behind the wheel.

  I didn't think I could imagine a situation where he wouldn't look as if he owned it.

  "A sailor too, is there anything you can't do?" I teased him.

  His lip curled up. "Nope," he replied arrogantly.

  He stood there in a pair of loose-fitting low slung jeans and a pale blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His dark hair wind-blown, and although I couldn't see his eyes behind his aviators, I knew they'd be sparkling with delight and mischief.

  He was breath-taking, my mind started to wander as I watched him and his lips twitched with delight as he watched me, as if reading my thoughts.

  Flustered, I gestured down at myself.

  "I didn't bring any other clothes, am I likely to get wet?" As soon as the words left my mouth I realised what I’d said.

  What the hell was wrong with me, I cringed in embarrassment. I could see he was fighting hard not to laugh.

  "Definitely, soaking," he deadpanned, and I felt the blush creep up my neck and my cheeks flame, causing him to laugh outright.

  "Princess, for someone so feisty in business and badass in general, you are so adorable, tell me…" He asked looking at me cockily, "Is it me? Is it the effect I have on you, or are you this shy generally when it comes to sex?" He cocked his head looking at me in amusement.

  "Fuck off!" I responded dryly, turning and walking back to sit down as he continued to laugh.

  Lena

  We'd travelled for just over an hour or so when he dropped anchor. We were out on the open water and could just make out the coastline and harbour behind us in the distance.

  The boat bobbed slightly on the waves. The sun had dropped quite low in the sky now and there was a breeze, but it was still pleasant enough.

  He came carrying a large bundle, towards the front of the boat where I was sitting.

  As he put it down I saw that it was a rug.

  There are a few blankets in the cabin if you want to go grab them?" He indicated over his shoulder and I slipped off the seat to go and get them.

  I walked straight into a compact gallery kitchen. Just in front there was a seating area, too small really to call a room but certainly a nice, cosy indoor area, with seating for four.

  To my right there was another door, I opened it and peeked inside and saw a bedroom with an ensuite bathroom immediately on the right.

  I quietly closed the door and looked back at the kitchen, noticing the blankets folded on the worktop. Just as I reached to collect them.

  Nate appeared behind me. "You can have a good look later," he said looking innocently at me, but my stomach still somersaulted.

  I picked up the blankets and moved outside as he went inside, the narrow space not allowing us much room.

  He retrieved a picnic hamper that I'd not noticed and announced with a wide smile, "let's eat!"

  The gentle rocking of the boat, the lapping sound of the water, the sun slowly setting into the sea and this gorgeous man feeding me a picnic - it felt surreal. This was the stuff of fairy tales and romantic films. This didn't happen in real life.

  He glanced over at me and looked puzzled at my expression. "What's wrong?"

  I smiled back, feeling emotional. "This..." I gestured with my hands, "this whole thing, it's just … it's amazing. The boat, the picnic, the sunset … it's just ... perfect." I felt silly, overwhelmed with emotion.

  He smiled at me sincerely. "Glad you're enjoying, here." He handed me a glass of wine and I smiled back.

  "You thought of everything." I sighed appreciatively and he gave me a warm smile.

  I'm not sure how long we sat out on the deck. He quickly cleared the picnic away once we'd eaten and pulled the blankets around us.

  We sat side by side, talking and laughing. I told him about the business, my family and my friendship with Maddie.

  He seemed genuinely interested and asked questions probing further rather than accepting superficial answers. He told me about his time in the paratroopers and his friendship with Marcus. Regaling me with funny stories about his time in the service and th
e antics of the other men in his regiment he had me holding my stomach from laughing.

  However, when I tried to question him about his family he cleverly diverted and focused back onto me.

  At some point he moved to sit behind me, enveloping us both in the blankets. I sat between his legs and rested my head against his chest as we talked. I was acutely aware of his scent, his chest rising and falling as he talked and laughed. I could feel his hard muscles beneath his shirt as I leaned back against him.

  I felt relaxed, but the sexual tension was thick in the air around us. He pulled my hair to the side, exposing my neck and I felt my breath catch. He shifted slightly and I felt his stubble graze my neck as he moved forward. He pulled his arm out from the blankets and pointed to the sky.

  The stars were all out now and he was talking to me about the constellations, but I was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate.

  "You ready to go in?" He asked softly and I nodded, unable to form the words.

  He helped me up and we went inside. He took the blankets from me, throwing them onto the kitchen worktop as we walked through to the bedroom.

  The room was surprisingly warm and I noticed the heaters though, I couldn't think when he'd have put them on.

  He closed the door and stood right behind me."You OK Sweetheart?" he asked gently and I nodded.

  He turned me around so that I was facing him. My eyes dropped downward as I suddenly felt overwhelmed and he lifted my chin with his hand so that he could look directly into my eyes.

  "You want this." It was more of a statement than a question but I nodded imperceptibly.

  He stared into my eyes as if trying to read me. "Tell me," he challenged.

  I didn't hesitate. "I want this ... I want you," I said with conviction and his lips tugged up briefly before he tilted my face upward with his hands and crushed his lips to mine.

  He kissed me, softly and leisurely at first, before he began to consume me, taking my breath, thoughts and reasoning away. He had one hand tangled in my hair at the base of my neck and the other around my waist, holding me to him. I could feel his erection already straining at the confines of his jeans.

  He broke away and stood back from me, I wanted to cry out in frustration at the break in contact. He looked calm and collected, but his jaw was tight and his eyes intense. Their usual sparkling green was darker, clouded with desire.

  "Take your clothes off," he commanded in a low growl.

  I hesitated and he raised his eyebrows at me, challenging me to defy him. I lifted the vest top over my head, pausing for a second before kicking off my wedges and peeling my jeans off. I stood before him in just my underwear, feeling exposed.

  I wasn't nervous despite my racing heart. Every time I was with him it just felt right. He put me at ease and it felt natural, even though it was often the complete opposite of how I would usually act.

  He looked me over in appreciation, walking towards me purposefully. I felt like my senses were hyper-sensitive; my breathing was heavy. I could hear it but couldn't be sure if it was his or mine. His scent seemed to be all around me. He hadn't even touched me but my skin was tingling in anticipation.

  He stopped just in front of me. "You are incredible Lena, absolute...breath-taking... perfection."

  He punctuated each word with a soft kiss to my lips, walking me backwards to the bed he lay me down and stood over me. Still fully clothed, he knelt down at the foot of the bed and casually ran his fingers up and down my thighs.

  "I'm going to kiss and caress every inch of you..." Despite the sensations he was evoking, I felt panic at his hands travelling ever higher.

  Lifting my head off the bed I appealed to him, "No hands!"

  His hands stilled for a second and he looked at me as if trying to read my mind. He smiled as if trying to reassure me and bolster my confidence.

  "Sweetheart, before I'm done with you, you're not going to be able to think. Whatever fears, thoughts, concerns you have going through your head, let them go princess. I've got you. The only thing you need to be concerned about tonight, is how many times I'm gonna have you screaming my name." I raised my head to argue with him and he smiled softly before I could speak again. “No hands,” he confirmed back to me softly.

  I laid my head back down as he dropped his head and ran his tongue leisurely up the inside of my thigh, causing me to shudder. I dropped my head back down on the bed.

  His fingers danced over my legs, running circles and twirling around the inside and outside of my thighs. He peppered kisses as he moved.

  I could feel his hot breath through the fabric of my underwear. I ached for him to touch me, but he licked and teased the edges, getting so very close to where I wanted him, needed him, but my underwear provided a barrier.

  He ran his tongue over me, touching me through the material. I groaned and arched my hips causing him to chuckle softly.

  “Now who’s keen,” he murmured as he slipped his thumbs into the band and pulled my underwear down.

  He began his slow torture again, alternating between his hands and tongue running over my body. Getting so close but not quite there, my frustration was just getting the better of me when he ran his tongue right over me, making my whole body tremble.

  The ache between my thighs was now becoming a throbbing, begging for his attention. He focused on my clit, gently sucking and licking. I gasped and moaned loudly, my hands fisting in the bed sheets. I was already soaking and he groaned in appreciation, his tongue running over me greedily. I was desperate; my whole body seemed to be screaming out for release.

  He moved his mouth away and whispered to me huskily, "You are so fucking beautiful Lena. I'll be hungry for the taste of you forever. I'll never get enough."

  I closed my eyes at his words as he placed his head back between my thighs, his tongue licking and teasing me, sucking and nibbling gently on my clit, pushing me ever closer to the edge.

  My whole body was trembling. I could feel my orgasm mounting, his stubble adding sensations when I was already on overload, my breath coming too quickly as I gasped and moaned incoherently. My whole body tingled, grasping at the sheets with my head thrown back and my eyes closed. I was so close my legs were shaking. I felt him suck hard on my already over-sensitive clit and I exploded around him, my body detonating with a force I didn’t realise it was capable of. I was too far gone to think, unable to concentrate on anything but the sensations flooding my system. I felt myself spasm and clench as he gently sucked, drawing my orgasm out and I moaned loudly and arched my back off the bed. I finally collapsed, still trying to catch my breath as he crawled up my body and leaned over my face. He kissed me tenderly.

  "You alright?" he asked carefully and I groaned at him, reassuring him enough that he laughed.

  "Don't give up on me now Princess. We've got the whole night yet."

  I opened my eyes fully to look at him and he flashed a devilish grin at me.

  He moved to the bottom of the bed and began to undress. He took his shirt off and I got a brief glimpse of the tattoos on his arm, but I was drawn back to his body. His chest covered in a light dusting of hair, his tanned skin and his defined abs with a 'v' that begged to be licked.

  He watched me as I looked at him, maintaining eye contact as he stripped off his jeans and boxers, standing in front of me brazen and naked, his erection standing proud. He walked towards me and my stomach flipped.

  I noticed that he had a condom on. I didn't remember him putting it on, but I was grateful he'd thought of it. I was still sprawled on the bed and he lent over me, kissing me possessively before positioning himself at my entrance.

  Without warning he pushed into me and I groaned at the intrusion. He filled me completely before pulling out and entering again. His thrusts slow and controlled, touching and igniting every nerve, he continued over and over and I felt the build up start again. He picked up the pace, I was already sensitive and throbbing; I moaned and he increased the pressure and speed. I gripped the sheets
again and bit down on my lip. Moaning and whimpering as my body trembled and shook under him, his own control slipping as he thrust into me. I felt myself start to lose control as the warmth spread through my body, convulsing around him again, moaning his name as he slammed into me a few more times before finding his own release as I clenched him.

  He pulled out and discarded the condom before crawling into bed beside me. He pulled me into him, kissing me gently on the on the forehead.

  I sighed contentedly. I was worn out and he knew. He whispered for me to go to sleep and I closed my eyes, immediately drifting off.

  Nate

  I lay beside her, listening to her steady breathing and watching her sleep. She was beautiful. I'd been attracted to plenty of women. I'd probably had more than my fair share since I'd broken up with Clarissa, but this felt different.

  She captivated me. I wanted to know and talk to her as much as I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to make her laugh just as much as I wanted to hear her moan. She was strong, feisty and confident, but I'd seen her vulnerable and fragile side too. Something or someone had hurt her and I felt protective and possessive of her.

  Her response to me had me going damn near crazy; the taste of her, the feel of her, it was intoxicating - Like a drug I'd never get enough of. The way her breathing changed when I got near her; the way her lips parted and her eyes dilated; how she was soaking wet before I'd laid a hand on her; the adorable way she blushed and the moans she made as she was close to coming undone.

  I groaned aloud to myself, I was hooked and I knew it - So much for keeping things casual and easy.

  I'd never brought a girl onto the boat before. It had never occurred to me to be honest. Most women I'd been with in the last few years had been nothing more than fuck buddies or distractions. I'd had no real feelings for them and hadn't been looking for anything more than casual.

  It had been the obvious choice though for Lena. I wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself. I'd purposely thought about the romance aspect of the sunset and picnic, things that would have held no interest for me before - girlie romantic shit that had no place in my mind.