Louise woke up slightly disoriented and sore in a place where she shouldn't have been. When she moved, Nathan's arms tightened around her.
"Good evening sweetheart." Nathan said kissing her shoulder.
"Umm hi." Louise replied softly.
"How about a soak in the Jacuzzi?" Nathan asked. "You must be sore."
Louise blushed and wondered why. There was no reason for her to be embarrassed. She was a grown woman who had just gotten married just by having sex. It didn't feel quite real although she suspected that it would take some time to sink in.
"What are you thinking about?" Nathan asked nuzzling her shoulder and inhaling deeply. He found the scent of their combined fluids intoxicating.
"I was just thinking that all it took for us to be married was to have sex... it doesn't feel real." she replied.
"Let me clarify something," Nathan said, "there was no sex... it was the mechanics of sex but what we did was make love. Sex is something that is done to meet a physical need. What we did was meet not only a physical need but an emotional one as well. We are now irrevocably linked and there is nothing anyone or anything can do to break that link."
"What about Barb and Hans?" Louise asked.
He really didn't want to talk about them but thought it was for the best that they did. It was another step toward getting outside issues out of the way.
"I can't answer that. Only they and the fates know what happened but if I had to guess, I would say that Barb did or said something that severed the bond. That Hans wasn't broken up about it tells me that he never felt drawn to her as a mate should. Why the fates paired them is anyone's guess."
"So if they had made love, it wouldn't have happened?" Louise asked.
"No, it wouldn't have but I think that they would have had some major issues to work out." he replied. "How about that soak?" Nathan asked again when what he wanted was to make love with her again.
"Do you mind if we stay here for a little longer?" Louise asked. She wasn't ready to leave the comfort of the bed or to face the real world.
"I don't mind at all." Nathan replied as he planted another kiss on her shoulder. "You were incredible today. The way that you trusted me... I'm honored."
Louise turned so that she faced him, careful to keep herself covered.
"Thank you for being so patient with me, it couldn't have been easy."
"I had my moments but you were very much worth the wait." Nathan replied as he rubbed against her.
To his surprise and pleasure, she rubbed back. Her touch was still tentative but that wasn't important. The longer they were together the more confident she would become.
"Am I doing something wrong?" she asked.
"Not at all, I'm just pleased that you aren't afraid to touch me. There are so many ways in which I want to love you but all in due time." Nathan replied. "But for now, I would love for you to explore again."
Louise bit her lip and blushed. Truth be told she had enjoyed the exploring as much as he had and she didn't need too much urging to do it again. This time it didn't take as long for her touches to become more confident. By the time she reached his feet, she was giving instructions.
"Turn over... please."
Nathan chuckled and happily rolled over. His ass was the one place that she hadn't paid much attention to and he loved having it played with. She started at his feet and stopped at his ass giggling when he flexed the muscles. She laid a hand on each cheek and began to massage them. Then she got the idea to knead them as if they were bread dough.
"That feels good." Nathan said as he wiggled under her gently kneading hands wanting her to knead a little harder. "Sweetheart? Keep doing what you're doing but harder... remember, you can't hurt me."
Louise hesitated and kneaded Nathan's ass cheeks harder and then even harder as she saw that he was enjoying it. Nathan sighed in contentment, his mate was a quick study and then he realized that her empathy was a small part of it. She had moved from his ass to the small of his back alternately rubbing and kneading it as she worked her way up to his shoulders.
He turned over without being told to, he wanted her to see what she did to him. Louise looked into Nathan's eyes and then at his hardness. Slowly, she reached out, put a hand around it, and then paused. Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening, she could see what he wanted her to do. Nathan realized it at the same moment she did and closed down. He didn't want to overwhelm her or make her feel as if she had to do the things that he thought about.
"Nathan..."
"We'll talk about it later." Nathan replied as he reached down and pulled Louise up so that she lay on his stomach.
"But..."
"Shhh... later." he said as he pulled her in for a kiss. He sat up so that Louise was straddled across his lap with her legs on either side of him. With no effort at all, he lifted her and then eased her down on his throbbing cock. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck as she began to grind in his lap. He nicked her neck, drew a little blood, and drank from her for the first time. He heard her gasp and felt her shudder as the third orgasm of her life ran through her.
He breathed against her neck, crying out as he came deep inside of her. Afterwards, he licked the small wound and held her in place. Before her, the post-coital cuddling was something that he did only because it was expected of him. Now it had taken on a whole new meaning and he couldn't imagine making love without it.
It wasn't long before Louise needed to go to the bathroom. She looked around for something to put on but the need had grown too great. Nathan wanted to tell her that as far as he was concerned, she never had to wear another stitch of clothing as long as they were alone, which gave him an idea. While she used the bathroom, he started running the water for their bath. Tonight he was going to take her home.
*******
Barb woke up tired and feeling as though she hadn't slept although she knew that she must have. She climbed out of bed and headed toward the shower hoping that the night before had been nothing but a bad dream. She knew that it wasn't a dream when the hot water hit her nipples. She cursed when the hot water hit them.
Thorne's words resonated through her mind. He would rather have had Louise than her, "she wouldn't have rolled over like a bitch in heat looking for a payout." Was that really what he thought of her? That question prompted another, if he thought that and he had just met her, what did other people think? It shouldn't have mattered but it did and then she became angry. Who in the hell did he think he was using her like that?
"But you chose to be used." a voice that sounded like her own whispered. She had spoken aloud and didn't realize it. For the first time in her life, Barb began to question herself. The questions weren't about wanting money and nice things but her method of getting them. She was quickly realizing that she had gotten off relatively easily. She could have been raped, killed or sold off and she would have no one to blame but herself. "I just have to be more careful." she muttered as she oiled her skin.
She had already decided that there would be no more clubs, which left dating services, and the free ones were out. Chances were that the men on there were losers and even if they weren't they wouldn't have money. She needed one of the higher end services where the applicants would be screened and that they would have to show proof of income.
She threw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt determined that she was going to stay in. She hoped that her sisters stayed away, she didn't want to answer any questions about her evening with Thorne Blackwell. She was however curious about something, what was his connection to the Sinclaires? Moreover, he made a valid point. She needed to stop shouting the Sinclaire name from the rooftops. So far, it had done absolutely nothing for her except to make her a pawn in whatever issues Thorne had with them.
She shuddered slightly but also tingled when she thought about Thorne. She understood the shudder but the reason for the tingling evaded her. She didn't like him and didn't care if she ever laid eyes on him again. She picked up the menu, ordered a tuna sandwich with fries and a slice of cherry pie for dessert. While she waited, she logged onto her laptop and thought about calling Juliet.
She looked at the clock and decided that although it was early enough, she would wait. It was however too late to call her realtor. She turned on the television looking for one of her favorite shows. Any of them would do but she was hoping to find the one about the homes of the rich and famous. It took her several minutes before she located one of the shows. Her meal arrived a few minutes later.
Someone different brought it this time and took it to the designated spot without asking. It made Barb realize that she was and had been the topic of conversation. The man uncovered her food and started to leave clearly not expecting a tip.
"Wait." Barb called out.
"Yes Miss?"
"Thank you."
