Not Enough of Her

Not Enough of Her
Kayla’s POV

We must have fallen asleep again after everything. 

My body was deliciously sore in all the right places. I don’t even remember dozing off…I’d been lying there wide awake, heart racing, seriously considering taking the initiative and climbing on top of him. 

Part of me wondered if he was punishing me on purpose for something.

But exhaustion won. The next thing I knew, it was morning.

I stretched across the bed, reaching for Nathan, but my hand met cool sheets. He wasn’t there. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and checked the clock on the nightstand.

“Shit,” I muttered. “Fuck.”

It was almost 11 AM. The court hearing was in two hours.

I got out of bed quickly, my legs still a little shaky from last night. I needed to prepare…mentally, emotionally, and with every piece of ammunition I had. 

There was no way in hell I was letting Caleb take my son.

I went to my luggage in the corner and dug through it until I found the small envelope wrapped carefully in an old handkerchief. 

Inside was the settlement money Caleb and his mother had given me years ago to abort the pregnancy, along with the cold note they’d written:

“This should be enough. Don’t ruin my future, Kayla. I have a bright life ahead of me. Get rid of it.”

I had never touched the money. My father had told me to keep it as evidence. Thank God I listened.

I slipped the envelope into the handbag I was taking to court, then heard a loud groan coming from the living room.

Nathan? He’s still here?

I walked out and stopped in my tracks.

Nathan was in the kitchen, bare-chested, wearing nothing but an apron and shorts. Flour was smeared across his cheek and forehead. 

The counter looked like a war zone…bowls everywhere, eggshells on the floor, and a suspicious cloud of white dust in the air.

My chest squeezed with a warmth I wasn’t ready for. 

I had always secretly longed for this kind of domestic life…a man in my kitchen, trying (and failing) to cook, building a home for Caden. But after Caleb, I had locked my heart away.

Yet something about Nathan felt… right. Especially after what Holly told me…how he had been watching over me for so long, loving me quietly from the shadows, respecting what he thought was my relationship status. 

That kind of dedication was rare. Maybe I owed it to myself to try. I couldn’t stay closed off forever out of fear.

“So you’re just going to stand there watching me make a fool of myself?” Nathan called out, grinning as he noticed me.

I smiled. “Don’t burn down my kitchen. Come out of there.”

He pouted, holding up a container. “I was trying to make pancakes.”

“Pancakes? Why are you holding paprika then?” I asked, laughing.

He looked at the container in confusion, then joined me in laughing, flour dusting his nose. God, he looked adorable.

“Drop it,” I said. “We’ll eat out. I need to get ready. The hearing is in two hours and I have to meet Holly and David first.”

His face softened. “I really wanted to make you breakfast in bed.”

I smiled warmly. “Next time.”

We got ready quickly. He kept stealing kisses, telling me he missed me even though I hadn’t gone anywhere. I pushed him away playfully when he started kissing my neck again.

“Not today, Satan. After the stunt you pulled last night?”

He furrowed his brows, then laughed heartily. “Did I leave you frustrated?”

I slapped his hand away. “What do you think?”

His eyes darkened with heat. “So… does that mean I can have you without restraint now? That you want me as much as I want you?”

I blushed. “Hasn’t that ship already sailed?”

He smiled deeply and leaned in again. I pushed at his chest. “This time I’m saying no. You’ve been a very bad boy.”

I left him in the living room and went into the bedroom. I took off my robe, stepped into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and turned on the shower.

I stepped under the hot spray, letting the water cascade over my tired muscles. I had just started lathering when the bathroom door opened. 

Nathan walked in completely naked, his muscular body on full display, cock already half-hard. 

Before I could ask what he was doing, he closed the distance, cupped my face, and kissed me fervently. 

The kiss was instantly wild…tongues sliding, teeth nipping, wet and urgent. He backed me against the tiled wall, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the scorching water raining down on us. 

His hands roamed greedily down my body, squeezing my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers until they were stiff and aching.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he growled against my lips.

One of his hands slid between my thighs. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, pumping deep and fast while his thumb rubbed firm circles on my swollen clit. I moaned loudly, my head falling back against the tiles. He curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot over and over, making my knees buckle.

“Nathan… oh God…we…the court…” I tried to object but failed miserably.

He dropped to his knees in front of me, lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, and buried his face between my thighs. 

His mouth was relentless…sucking my clit hard, tongue flicking rapidly, then thrusting inside me. The wet heat of his mouth combined with the shower water made me cry out, my fingers gripping his wet hair as my hips bucked against his face.

He didn’t stop until my legs were shaking uncontrollably. Only then did he stand up, lift my other leg around his waist, and line himself up.

With one powerful thrust, he buried his entire thick cock inside me in a single stroke.

I gasped sharply at the sudden stretch, my walls clenching tightly around his girth. He was so deep. So full. 

He gave me barely a second to adjust before he started moving…long, hard strokes that slammed into me again and again. The sound of wet skin slapping wet skin mixed with the rush of the shower and our desperate moans.

The hot water cascaded over us as he fucked me hard…deep, possessive strokes that stole my breath. 

His mouth was on my neck, sucking, biting, while his hands gripped my ass, holding me in place. I had never felt anything like this. With Caleb, it had been one awkward, inexperienced night. But Nathan… he was addictive.

“Shit, Kayla… you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, burying his face in my neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin as he fucked me harder. 

Every thrust pushed me up the wall, my breasts bouncing with the force. I clung to his arm, nails digging in, legs locked tightly around him as he drove into me deeper, faster, almost feral.

The pleasure built unbearably fast. My pussy fluttered and clenched around him as I got closer.

I moaned loudly, nails digging into his back as he drove into me again and again, the wet slap of our bodies echoing with the sound of running water. 

He angled his hips and hit that perfect spot over and over until I shattered around him with a cry, my entire body convulsing as my orgasm crashed through me. My walls pulsed violently around his cock, squeezing him rhythmically. 

Nathan groaned deeply, thrust a few more times, then buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing thick and hot inside me as he filled me up.

We stayed pressed together, breathing hard under the spray.

“Don’t ever hesitate to take what you need from me, baby,” he whispered, forehead against mine. “I’m always ready for you.”

I nodded shyly, legs still trembling.

He showered and rinsed us both carefully, then carried me out of the bathroom. 

We had to hurry…an hour had already passed. I changed the dressing on his shoulder since water had gotten to the old one. When I finished and turned toward the closet to get dressed, my legs suddenly gave out.

Nathan caught me instantly, smiling with pure male satisfaction. “Need a wheelchair, baby?”

“Get lost,” I muttered, limping to the closet even as my body still hummed with pleasure. The ache between my legs was intense… and I secretly wanted more. Crazy.

He helped me pick an outfit and get dressed. Minutes later, we were heading down in the elevator, ready to fight for Caden.