Chapter Seven
Natalia
A familiar ache was pounding between my legs. Just because I’d never had a man there didn’t mean that I didn’t understand what was happening.
The hot, surly Mountie my parents had asked to protect me was making my lady bits tingle with untapped need. I wasn’t used to that. In fact, I was almost convinced that no man would turn me on as much as the one that I made up in my head. I’d always called him Nicholas, but now he had another name and another face. Gavin.
He was strong and hot, but he was also brave and honorable. I liked that he said what needed to be said without mincing words. It took every ounce of clear thought I’d possessed to walk away from him, but now instead of a crazy stalker keeping me up. I had a hunky Mountie on my mind.
I tossed and turned a little before I decided that sleep wasn’t going to come if I didn’t get some relief from the building ache. It was dark in the room, and no light showed from under the door, so Gavin must have gone back to his bedroom.
I unzipped my onesie, the cold air cool against my warm skin. Relief then sleep. It was natural, and there was no way Gavin would ever know that I took matters into my own hands with him across the hall.
My nipples were hard stiff peaks. I pinched the tips and gooseflesh spread across my skin while liquid heat pooled between my legs. I slipped my right hand inside my pajamas and slowly moved my fingers between my legs.
Slick arousal coated my fingers and desire tingled through me as I glided my fingers into my wet slit. When I touched my clit, my body twitched with pleasure. It felt so good. I hadn’t allowed myself to relax or felt safe enough to really indulge in my fantasies in months, but knowing I was safe and that Gavin was nearby not only had my desire churning hot, but allowed me to slip into that space in my head nobody knew about. Those fantasies that I kept hidden from everyone.
I bit my lip as I started circling my clit with my fingers, my speed picking up as I moved closer and closer to an orgasm. When I finally came, it was harder than I expected. I was always vocal when I masturbated because most of the time, I was fantasizing out loud, but I was always alone and not worried about being heard.
I cried out, surprised by how hard the orgasm was. The orgasms I’d been able to give myself have never been that hard or caused that much pleasure to short circuit my system. I shuddered and clamped my thighs around my hand. My clit was sensitive, and I needed more.
The soft knock on my door took me by surprise. Shit. I was too loud.
I bit my lip afraid to answer, hoping he would go away. He didn’t.
“I know you’re awake, Princess, and I know what you’re doing in there. If you want me to help make the ache go away, you just have to open the door.”
Did I want to open that door? Yes. I did, but I was scared to let him in—to let him know what I wanted and needed. I bit my lip again, almost to the point of pain, and slid out of bed. My pajamas were unzipped to the waist, and I slid the zipper up before I got to the door.
I turned the knob slowly, opening it. Gavin was leaning against the wall, and Zeke was sitting at his feet. He was still bare chested, and his boxers were tented. I swallowed hard seeing the proof of his arousal. His hard length was long and broad. Something you only see in a porn video.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I said softly, not taking my gaze away from his waist.
“I was up wanting you, anyway. Are you going to let me in?”
I dragged my eyes up his body and met his gaze. I nodded, slowly opening the door wider so he could come in.
“Zeke, home,” Gavin said without looking away from me. I glanced down at the husky and watched as he took off back to Gavin’s room.
Gavin took my hand and lifted my still damp fingers to his lips. He pulled one into his mouth, and I sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of his tongue stroking the wet flesh of my fingers.
“There’s something I need to tell you first,” I whispered. My desires were not the norm, that’s another reason I was still a virgin because I was scared to tell anyone what I wanted and needed. If I told the wrong person, my private life could be splashed across every tabloid, and I could become the punchline to a joke on late night talk shows.
“What’s that?” he asked taking my hand and leading me back farther into the room toward the bed.
“Well, two things actually.” I didn’t look at him because if I did, I’d lose my nerve. “First, I’ve never—” I swallowed hard, “With a man. I’ve never—”
“You’re a virgin?” he said the word that seemed so hard for me to say. I was. As worldly as my profession is, and as many times as I’ve modeled in underwear and with men, I knew the mechanics of sex, but I’ve never done it.
“Yes, but there’s more, though I’m not sure I should tell you.” I looked nervously at anything but him.
“If you’re not sure that you should, then you definitely need to tell me, Princess.”
Why did I have to bring it up? Why did I have the urge to be spanked and coddled? What grown woman wanted to be little again? I was scared he would think I was a freak.
“It’s nothing.” I shook my head, chickening out.
“It’s not nothing, Natalia. You wouldn’t be so worried to tell me if it was nothing.”