Chapter 188

I pulled the zipper of my rolling suitcase closed and hoisted it off the bed. Rafaela was there in the bedroom with me, prattling on with questions she thought were helpful, wanting to make sure I hadn’t forgotten to pack something I might find later that I needed. But it was only a one-night trip, and we’d be heading right back home in the morning, so I truly did not need to bring much along.

Nolan had been in his office when I got back from meeting up with Evan. His replies to my texts were short and distracted, and I got the feeling he was really busy preparing for our evening. He’d given me a lot of his time yesterday during his only “day off” in recent history. Maybe that had him running behind schedule today.

He was still talking on the phone when he met me at the car. A servant had just finished loading our suitcases and garment bags neatly into the trunk as Nolan walked up, moving fast and saying a bunch of legal-themed words I completely did not understand to the person on the other end of the call.

He mouthed “I’m sorry” to me once we were seated in the back of the car and on our way to the train station. He was still trying to listen as the other man’s voice droned on in the background.

I gave Nolan a dismissive wave and busied myself on my own phone. I needed to check in with Lucy about our work plans anyway.

Because it would take several hours to get to the small seaside town where we were headed, Nolan booked us tickets on the train. It would be much more comfortable, he told me, than being in a car for just as long.

It turned out he was very right about that.

The train was absolutely beautiful, elegantly furnished with old-world touches and lots of antique but well-kept and sparklingly polished woodwork. The second we boarded, our baggage was whisked away by a porter in the blink of an eye.

Nolan, finally off the phone, led me first to the dining car. We enjoyed some coffee and lunch together there, and then retired to the sleeper car he’d reserved to give us some privacy and comfort for the remainder of the trip.

The room was tiny but tidy. Our belongings had beaten us there, of course. There was a queen sized bed tucked into one end of the rectangular space, a little table that flipped up into the wall when not in use, and two small chairs beside the window.

“So what happened with Evan this morning?” Nolan asked once we were closed inside the room. He was trying to sound casual, but I picked up on a little twinge of jealousy in his voice.

“Well. He asked me if I would be okay with him asking out Lucy, actually…”

“Really?” Nolan’s eyebrows betrayed how curious he found this.

“Yeah, I don’t know if it’s something that’s really gonna happen. I personally don’t think it’s a good idea, but I don’t know, they’ve been spending lots of time together since I moved back in with you… Maybe it could work out.” I shrugged.

Nolan unbuttoned his jacket and took it off, getting comfortable. “What did you tell him?”

“I told him I had no problem with it. I might have my worries about Lucy, but it’s not my place to tell either her or Evan who they should or shouldn’t date.”

I quickly slipped my boots off and jumped up into the bed. I pulled my hair forward over one shoulder and relaxed back with my head on the pillow. The mattress was comfortable, more plush and soft than the big one Nolan and I shared at home.

He hung his jacket tidily on a wooden hanger, then loosened and took off his tie and slipped it around the hanger’s neck. Nolan was dressed up in a suit of course – he always was – but I’d opted for a more comfortable outfit for travel. Just a casual jersey-knit dress with tall, warm socks under comfortable boots, and a warm overcoat for time outside. My coat was already here in the closet, also having been swept away by the porter upon my boarding of the train.

Nolan didn’t ask any further questions about Lucy. But he had one about me and Evan.

“Do you miss your brother? You two must have spent a lot of time together while you were staying at Tina’s.”

“It was nice to catch up with my family this past month,” I conceded. “But they’re not who I really want to spend all my time with. I missed you the whole time.”

Nolan sat on the edge of the bed and started removing his shoes. “What about me did you miss?” he asked. His voice was deeper and quieter now, thoughtful.

“Hmm.” I smiled up at him. “Lots of things.”

Once he was shoeless, Nolan got himself horizonal beside me and lay flat on his back. He took hold of one of my hands and started playing with my fingers. The light touch gave me a little tingle.

“Like what?” he pressed. “What did you miss the most?”

I narrowed my eyes at my husband. “Why don’t you go first? Tell me something you missed about me.”

“No,” he said sternly. “I asked you first.”

I could have easily let myself be embarrassed about what I did next. I honestly was not about to think with my brain and say with my mouth “your giant cock” – but my hand reached out and touched it.

Oh well. It was the truth.

“Oh?” Nolan quickly covered my hand with his own and applied some pressure. My body kind of started slithering closer to him without my noticing, till we were thisclose but just not quite pressed up against each other all the way. The rhythm of the train made a slight vibration that buzzed inside of everything aboard, including the bed underneath us and both of our bodies.

“Yes. I missed you the most at night,” I confessed. “My body missed you… I was aching, in pain without you.”

Nolan’s deep emerald eyes started looking dark.

A flicker of a wicked smile moved across his lips and I got the feeling he was looking for some kind of permission. His hand started moving mine up and down, up and down… the twitching, throbbing movement I felt under his pants made me shiver.

I answered his request by teasing him. I moved my lips close to his, but when he made to kiss me, I only licked his lips lightly and then pulled back out of his reach.

He snapped his teeth at me playfully.

“You’re a dirty girl,” he growled.

I had to laugh. “Maybe I am. I blame you, though.”

“You do, huh?”

“Tell me yours now,” I said, changing the subject slightly. I actually really wanted to hear his answer to this question. “What did you miss the most about me when we were apart?”

Nolan closed his eyes like he was thinking. He was pressing my hand harder against his hardening dick every second.

“My blood,” I offered. “I bet that’s it.”

He bit his lip and chuckled, his eyes still closed. I could see his whole body was starting to pulse in time with the continued firm stroking of my hand.

“I thought about that a lot.” He opened his eyes and met mine again. “But no. The thing that I missed the most was kissing you.”

“You’re lying,” I said teasingly.

“I’m not lying. I missed that the most.” Then he pretended he was going to kiss my lips, and that would’ve made sense considering what he had just said, but the gesture was just a ruse—he was getting even with me for teasing him earlier. He dodged my lips at the last second and planted his kiss on my neck instead.

The sharp edged, very short scruff of his early start on a five-o’clock shadow scratched and tickled my skin, making me giggle.

Then he pressed his lips to my ear and said, “The feeling of coming inside of you is a close second, though.”

This comment knocked the breath out of me. I stammered. “Don’t… don’t say that to me unless you’re gonna do it.”

Nolan looked kind of drunk with power, enjoying watching the effect his dirty talk was having on me.

“Beg me for it,” he said. “Go on.”

I had to swallow down a mouthful of saliva before I could make my mouth form any words. “Please” was the only one I knew how to say anymore.