Loaded: A Bad Boy Romance (37 page)

L
eah had
no idea what she was doing, but she knew that somehow, it felt right. At a certain point, she’d stopped thinking and simply let her body take over — and her body wanted her naked with Nathan, his hands and lips all over her.

At first she’d felt awkward at giving him instructions, but it was immediately clear that whatever she said, he’d do in a heartbeat or less. He almost seemed to tremble from within from some force she couldn’t understand or name, but she understood that he was fighting
something.
Probably himself.

Now his hands were on her back, gentle but wanting, and he had moved his lips to the sensitive space between her breasts, his mouth slowly making its way down her stomach, each kiss raising goosebumps all over her body.

Then he looked at up her, one hand gripping her hip, his fingers working against her flesh.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Can I stand up?”

Leah nodded, slightly confused.

It wasn’t that she didn’t understand the basics of sex and what all — or at least most — of the sex acts were. After all, she was sheltered, not an idiot.

In one quick motion Nathan stood and then kissed her, his throbbing erection straining at his boxers, pressed up against her stomach. Without thinking, she tugged them off of him and then she could feel it, all soft skin and smooth hardness, against her. There was a drop of something at the tip.

It was the first time Leah had ever seen an adult man’s penis, and mesmerized, she reached down and took it in her hand.

Nathan growled, the sound coming from somewhere deep inside his chest. It awakened something inside Leah, too, and she squeezed his cock even as he kissed her harder, his tongue thrusting into her mouth and exploring her wantonly.

Then there was a hand between her legs, stroking her curly red hair and slipping between her thighs to her sensitive places. He just barely touched her, but even that was enough to make Leah gasp in surprise and delight.

“Lay down,” he murmured.

Leah’s nerves returned, and she felt a stab of anxiety run through her, despite everything.

“I promise it won’t hurt,” he said, smiling, his face half an inch from hers. “I just want to taste you.”

Leah blushed furiously.

“I don’t know—” she stammered.

“Please?” he said.

His hand just barely grazed her lower lips, slick with desire, and Leah shuddered.

She took a step backward and laid on the other bed, Nathan over her. Before she knew it, her legs were around his wide torso, his erection bobbing somewhere in between them as he left a trail of kisses down her belly to the top of her mound.

Gently but firmly, he pushed her thighs wide, his fingers digging into the soft, creamy flesh and with the very tip of his tongue, he traced the wet, musky outline of her lower lips.

“Oh!” Leah exclaimed, her back arching instantly, her hips bucking forward. Nathan chuckled, the heat of his breath making her squirm.

Lightly, his tongue danced around her, making its way up to her clitoris, that pleasure button.

Leah couldn’t help herself any longer and buried both her hands in his hair, clenching it tightly, moaning. She couldn’t even begin to describe what was happening as Nathan moved his tongue in a slow circle around her clit, lazily flicking it back and forth as she lay on the bed, squirming and moaning. It felt like a river of fire was making its way through her, slowly, every movement of Nathan’s tongue and mouth feeding it into a frenzy.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, her hands tightening in his hair. “Nathan, that feels so good.”

She could almost feel him smile, his tongue still gliding smoothly around.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Whatever you do, don’t stop, just please don’t stop...”

The river inside her suddenly crested and she felt herself tilting over an edge as she came, the fire inside her consuming everything. Leah cried out, her toes curling and one hand squeezing the bedspread, her head to the side, her hips bucking desperately off the bed even as Nathan held her down and continued licking at her, patiently.

She saw stars, and for a moment, she thought that everything was going to go black. Her body was completely out of her control, writhing and buckling.

“Nathan,” she gasped, biting her lip, worried she was making too much noise. “Oh my god, Nathan...”

Finally, she practically collapsed into the bed, her body quivering a little from the sheer force of her orgasm.

Nathan leaned his chin against her lower belly and grinned up at her.

All Leah could do was start to laugh.

“Get up here,” she said.

She didn’t have to ask twice, as Nathan crawled upward over her, his hard, taut body against hers as he kissed her deeply. She could smell herself on him, but she didn’t mind at all. There was even something sexy about it.

“Thank you,” she said, her hands roving over his muscled back.

“My pleasure,” he rumbled.

His erection was still pressing up against her. Feeling bolder now, Leah reached down and took it in one hand, squeezing it, sliding her thumb over the tip and gathering the droplets that had collected there.

His head against her neck, Nathan groaned, and she could feel the sheer force of his body. Every muscle was tense, and he seemed like he was fighting against himself in some way she couldn’t quite understand. Her hand in a fist, she moved it down his cock until she was at the root of it, feeling the trembling power there.

“Am I doing this right?” she whispered.

Without answering, still holding himself above her, Nathan put one hand of his over hers, completely enveloping her. Then he squeezed, moving her hand up and down his rock-hard length, slowly going faster and faster.

It didn’t take Nathan long at all, only a few strokes before he was growling into Leah’s neck, every muscle straining like he was just barely keeping himself under control.

“Yes,” he grunted, his hips thrusting downward. “God, yes.”

His whole body had a fine sheen of sweat on it, and Leah could smell the musk in the air even as she watched his hard, perfect body strain.

Suddenly, he jerked and moaned and all at once he came in thick white spurts onto the bedspread, right next to where Leah still lay on her back. His hand on his cock squeezed hers even harder as his whole body strained once, then twice more.

Then he relaxed, going limp and collapsing on top of her, still breathing hard as he kissed her neck, then her cheek, and then finally made his way back to her lips.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you too,” she said, as they rolled onto their sides.

“I didn’t mean to come that fast,” he said. “I can’t help myself with you.”

“We’ll sleep in the other bed tonight,” she said, kissing him lazily.

T
he next morning
, they woke up in a tangle of sheets and naked limbs, the sun just barely getting in through a crack in the curtains. The clock said it was almost six in the morning, about the time Nathan usually got up.

He shifted in bed, feeling a few strange muscles protest, and he grinned, remembering the night before.

Against him, Leah moved slightly, sighing in her sleep and snuggling down against him, her curly red hair tickling his chin as her soft, warm curves woke him up even more.

He drifted in and out of sleep for another hour before finally getting up, pulling on his boxers, and getting out of bed.

For the first time since he’d left Fjords, he turned his phone back on. He hadn’t cared to let anyone reach him while he’d been gone, and he’d even been slightly nervous that it could track him somehow. That was probably paranoia, he knew, but Brock had pack members everywhere, even with the Fjords Sheriff.

Sure enough, there were ten missed calls and two voicemails. All from Brock. Nathan sat in the armchair, still watching Leah —
my wife,
he remembered with a smile — sleep peacefully.

In the first message, Brock managed to sound normal.

“Nathan, I need you,” he said. “Leah Whitehorse has gone missing. Her father and husband are very worried. I want you to see if you can track her down. Call me back.”

Sitting in the hotel room, watching a very nude Leah sleep, he couldn’t help but smile. The next voicemail was from ten hours after the first one, and Nathan had a feeling it wouldn’t be nearly as calm.

“Nathan, you need to get in touch with me right away,” said Brock’s voice. He sound absolutely furious, the kind of fury that only disobeyed alpha could have, like he was moments from ripping someone limb from limb. “If you’ve taken Leah Whitehorse, then—”

“BRING MY DAUGHTER BACK OR I’LL STRANGLE YOU WITH MY OWN BARE HANDS—”

That was Jonah Whitehorse, roaring in the background.

“Her father’s very, very angry,” Brock said. “I need to hear from you, and soon.”

“IF THAT DEGENERATE LAYS A HAND ON HER—”

Click
.

Leah stirred in her sleep, the sheet slipping down to reveal most of her perfect, pale back, and Nathan smiled to himself. Her father might actually have a heart attack when he found out what they’d done, but now, there was nothing he could do. Even Jonah Whitehorse was powerless against the act of taking a mate.

It was done.

Leah was
his
.

She rolled onto her back, naked from the waist up, and opened her eyes.

“Hey,” she murmured, still half-asleep.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he said, standing.

Leah frowned.

“Don’t tell me you’re a morning person,” she muttered, closing her eyes again.

Nathan crawled back onto the bed on all fours, getting on top of her. He was already hard, and being able to feel her warm curves through the bed sheet only made him harder.

“Is it so bad if I am?” he asked.

Leah just made a noise.

“Think I could give you a proper wake up?” Nathan asked, grinning and leaning his face against her stomach.

He didn’t wait for an answer, instead trailing kisses down her belly.

Soon, Leah was
very
awake.

“
W
here do
you want to go?” Nathan asked two hours later, as they lay on the bed, sweaty and spent.

“What do you mean?”

“From here,” Nathan said, pulling gently on one of her curls, fascinated.

“You mean our honeymoon?”

“We could move somewhere else,” Nathan said. “We never have to see those people again, if you want. We could start over anywhere.”

She turned her head and examined his face for a moment.

“Isn’t that what your brother did?” she asked, softly.

Nathan just nodded.

“He’s happy,” Nathan said.

“You weren’t,” Leah said.

“We could move to Montana and join them,” Nathan said.

Leah thought about it for a moment, lost in thought, her head nestled against Nathan’s shoulder.

“I have to tell my family,” she said. “I can’t just disappear. I owe it to my brothers and sisters. I owe it to Emily.”

She looked up at Nathan.

“I want them to see that I’m happy,” she said. “I want them to know that they can make their own decisions too.”

He twirled her hair around his finger, thinking.

“Don’t tie it in knots,” she murmured. “It’s impossible to untangle.”

“Sorry,” he said, taking his finger out of the spiral.

“You don’t want to go back?”

He stroked her hair with a flat palm, thinking.

“It’s where your clan is,” Leah said. “It’s where you belong.”

He wanted to protest that he’d done too many bad things. That he’d alienated too many people in Fjords, but deep down, he knew she was right. He felt a pull to the place and to his people that he couldn’t quite explain, but it was in his bones. He wanted to show Leah how wonderful it could be there, how beautiful. He wanted their kids to see the glaciers and the stars underneath the Pinnacles.

Maybe we can start to fix it
, he thought.
It has to start somewhere, after all. It may as well start with us
.

“You’re right,” he said. “Let’s go back.”

W
hile Leah was
in the shower, he finally called Brock back. After all, it would probably be worse to simply show up with Leah in tow rather than give the alpha a few hours to fume.

Brock answered the phone with a snarl.

“Where are you?”

“Outside Anchorage,” Nathan said. “At the Midnight Sun casino.”

“And why are you there?”

“I got married,” Nathan said, as casually as he could.

On the other end of the line, stunned silence.

Then, a door slammed open, and Nathan could hear Jonah Whitehorse’s voice.

“Is that him?” he shouted. “Tell him—”

“Shut up!” Brock shouted back. “Get out.”

Silence again.

“I said get out, Jonah.”

Nathan knew that tone in Brock’s voice, and despite himself, he swallowed. It was a clear
don’t fuck with me
tone.

A door shut, and Brock spoke into the phone again.

“You got married to Leah Whitehorse?” he asked. His voice shook just a little, and Nathan could hear that he was struggling to keep himself in check.

“Yep,” he said. He opened the curtains of the hotel room and looked out at all the cars shining in the sun, down in the parking lot. “We’re coming back to town. Leah wants to see her family before they leave.”

Brock half-laughed, a totally humorless sound.

“I’m not sure they want to see her,” he said.

“Do you speak for her family, or just for her father?”

“Her father is the one that matters.”

“She doesn’t care about him. She wants to see her siblings and her mother.”

“Ian’s also pretty pissed, you know.”

Nathan snorted.

“She told him off already. He followed us to the casino somehow, and she got right in his face. You should have seen it, Brock.”

Silence again, but this time, Nathan could almost hear Brock’s anger mellowing over the phone. He wasn’t Ian’s biggest fan, either, but he’d been willing to make this match in order to ally the two clans together, and, more importantly, make
more
matches.

Now, Nathan could tell, the wheels in the other man’s brain were clicking. The clans were still allied. A Whitehorse woman was still married to a North Star man.

“He beat up Carson, you know,” Nathan went on. “To make me look bad to Leah.”

“Come home,” Brock said, still angry but not furious like he had been. “Come home and we’ll talk.”

Nathan heard the water in the shower shut off and hung up the phone.