Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Sleep comes eventually, but it's hard-won. I don't jerk off like I planned—the idea just seems shallow, considering the soft, sweet girl just a few doors down from me.
6
NOELLE
I think I've felt every possible emotion in the last twenty-four hours, which is why I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the overly soft pillows of Nathan's guest bedroom. I almost groan in pleasure at how wonderful it feels to be warm, dry, and not alone in the huge, cold dormitory building.
I might not be home, but this is a pretty cozy option, all things considered.
The storm is still raging outside, but a little less intense than before. Inside Nathan's house, I feel like nothing can get to me, and nothing can go wrong. After the heartbreak of realizing I'd be alone for the holiday, having him come racing into the airport like a knight in shining armor made me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. His answer for leaving me the other night was vague, but I'm willing to let it go since he did all this just to make sure I was safe and not on my own.
This sense of safety is wrapped around me like a blanket, keeping me in a deep sleep until around 3 AM. A sound like a miniature explosion comes from outside, and the glow of the Christmas lights out the window goes dark in an instant.
The power is out.
"Dammit," I mutter, tossing the comforter off. It's freezing. The fire in the room has died, and the heat cut out with the electricity.
"Fuck," Nathan groans. The sound comes from somewhere down the hall, and I realize the sound woke him too. "Are you alright, Noelle?" he calls.
"Y-yeah," I say, teeth already starting to chatter. "Just cold."
"It's just the storm. Come on, come to my room. You'll freeze in here."
I'm a little taken aback by the offer. "I couldn't..."
"It's fine. Come on. We need to get you warm."
I wrap my arms around my torso and scurry to his room. It's just as luxurious and warm as the guest room, but instead of a gas fireplace, a large, king-sized bed is set into the corner. He's sitting up, and I can see the outline of his muscles even under the thick blankets.
"What a storm," he mumbles, and I can feel his gaze on me.
"Thank you for this. I really appreciate it."
"Any time. Here, get under the blankets. You'll be warmer."
I swallow nervously and slip into the bed, sliding my legs between the sheets and sighing at the warmth. "It's nice."
"Mmm. Good. Are you still cold? You're shivering."
"I-I'm okay."
"Roll over. I'll hold you."
"Oh, no. I'm fine."
"We're not getting any more sleep if you're going to keep shivering like a scared kitten."
"You don't have to–"
"Noelle. Come here. I'm going to keep you warm. That's what men do. Especially when their girls are cold."
His words are soft, but the message is clear. He called me his girl.
I roll onto my side, my back facing him, and feel the bed shift. He moves closer to me, his chest pressing against my back.
"Relax," he whispers, his mouth inches from my ear. His hand moves up, and he runs his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp.
"Mmm." I close my eyes and relax. It's been a long, stressful few days, and this is exactly what I needed.
Nathan's other arm slides around me, his hand resting on my hip. I feel the heat of his skin through the fabric of my t-shirt, and despite the chill in the room, I'm suddenly warm and drowsy.
He's silent, but his fingers never stop moving. They slide through my hair, stroking and petting and rubbing. The motion is repetitive and hypnotic, and I find myself relaxing further, almost melting against him.
My body feels heavy like it's sinking into the mattress. The sound of the rain on the roof lulls me deeper and deeper into a dream-like state, and I'm just barely aware of Nathan's body shifting.
He moves closer, his hand sliding lower. The tips of his fingers brush the exposed skin at the bottom of my shirt. I don't mind the contact, and in fact, it feels nice.
I hum, a soft sound of contentment, and he moves again.
Suddenly, Nathan's lips brush the side of my neck. His breath is hot on my skin, and my heart begins to pound. It might be how sleepy I still am, or the heat that’s building in my belly and making me shift against him, but when I go to murmur his name, something else entirely comes out.
"Daddy."
He growls, a low sound of need, and his hand grips my hip, fingers digging into my flesh.
"My girl," he groans. "Fuck."
I flush with embarrassment, opening his mouth to tell him it’s just a slip of the tongue, but his hands on my skin feel too good.