Come as you Are: Plantain Series Book Two

by Amelia Oliver

  “Ever heard of privacy?” I ask.

  “This is my house, furthermore, my bathroom,” he shrugs. “People throwing up doesn’t bother me.”

  “Yeah, but it bothers me. That’s so…ugh,” I cringe, not wanting to think about it and puke again.

  I head back into the bedroom and plop onto the bed. I grab the coffee sitting on the side table and inhale the steam as Nathan resumes his seat next to me.

  “So I take it you don’t want any of this?” he asks.

  I reach over and grab one of the plain pancakes and take a bite, the bland taste helping to ease my stomach.

  “I gotta go outta town today, I shouldn’t be too late, but just in case, you should take the truck in case I don’t get back in time to pick you up,” he says.

  I nod and sip my coffee, I need to shower and stand to leave the room.

  “Where are you going?” he asks.

  “I have to go get ready for work,” I state.

  He waves his hand as he’s just inhaled the other pancake, and I wait for him to chew and swallow before he’s able to respond.

  “I went over and got you a change of clothes, you can use my shower. I don’t have any girly soap or anything, but I figure you will miss me today so maybe smelling like me won’t be a bad thing,” he says, shooting me with the dimples.

  He went and got clothes for me? I can only imagine what the hell he picked out. I hope it’s nothing I can’t fit into anymore, that would be fucking embarrassing. In all my puking haze, I totally missed the folded clothes sitting on the counter. Luckily he brought me a halter tank top and cut off jean shorts that thankfully both fit. He’s oddly picked the plainest pair of panties I own, white bikini. Even though he’s not included a bra, which is because he couldn’t find one and I don’t have any.

  I shower quickly and brush my hair with the idea to pull it up later. When emerging from the bathroom, Nathan is still in his boxer briefs heading towards me. His eyes survey my appearance, lingering at my breasts. I feel my nipples become hard at the many things I can imagine him doing in a matter of moments to them. He stops just before me, his hands cupping my neck as he leans down and gently kisses my lips, before slowly moving down my body to palm my breasts. No hesitation on his part as he rests his hands there.

  His thumbs running back and forth over my budded skin, and I gasp against his lips. The press of hardness from his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear against my tummy is making me wet, and I push my pelvis against him. My skin is so sensitive, my breasts even more so with pregnancy. I feel the touch all through my body, my pussy convulsing, and I know I need to stop this. I promised myself nothing sexual until I tell him about the baby, but fuck this feels good and after last night, it’s like we need this to be even closer bonded together.

  “I’m so wet for you,” I moan.

  His teeth pull at my lower lip as his nimble fingers push the material of my top to the sides, exposing my breasts. Warm kisses trail down my neck and my eyes flutter closed, but then fly open when Nathan lifts me and tosses me onto the bed. His body pressing over mine as his lips clamp around my nipple, my back arches, needing more. My fingers move to the waistband of his underwear, and I pull his thick hard dick out to run my hand up and down. He begins to thrust into my hand as his mouth assaults me, sucking and biting the tender flesh, driving me absolutely crazy.

  “I fucking love your tits,” he growls, before licking the underside of my breast.

  My pelvis is moving in circles against my hand holding his cock, but my shorts are in the way. I pull at them with my free hand and push them down until I’m able to use my legs to maneuver them and my panties off, parting my legs and my bare skin to him.

  “Fuck Skye,” he growls, looking down to where his dick is thrusting back and forth over my clit.

  “I told you, can you feel how much I want you?” I pant.

  His cock head is seeping pre-cum so much, for a second I think he might actually be coming. Our mixed juices allow his cock to glide through my folds, up the thin line of pubic hair on my mound. We gyrate against one another, his mouth returning to my nipples as his hand moves under my head, the other palms my ass, pushing me up into him. That move, on top of the needy sounds we’re both making, is sending me into overdrive. I run my hands into his hair and pull him against my chest as my head tilts back and I come, moaning louder than I have ever heard myself before.

  Nathan groans as he takes my lips again, and I feel warm liquid shoot over my belly and ribs, his body jerking against me as he continues to come burst after burst. Our hot breaths clashing, as I look at his tightly shut eyes, kissing the furrow between his brows as he continues to come and the feeling to sooth him takes over. Nathan drops his head against my neck as I run my hands over his back and through his hair, his hips still moving against me slowly as he rubs out the rest of his orgasm.

  We lay there for long minutes, both catching our breath and I don’t want this moment to end. I feel my eyes welling up, because I can’t recall ever feeling this connected to another person in my life. His weight is slightly too much, but I don’t want his warmth to leave me, and the words ‘I’m pregnant’ are on the tip of my tongue.

  “Oh shit,” Nathan says, lifting up onto his hands. “Sorry.”

  I nod my head because the lump in my throat is too thick for me to swallow, I blink my eyes trying to rid myself of the tears pooled there, but of course one falls down each temple. He searches my eyes before moving to his elbows, his hands cupping my cheeks as his thumbs wipe at my damp skin.

  “Skye,” he states but there’s question in his tone.

  “I’m fine,” I smile and bite my lip. “Happy feels,” I sniffle.

  He shakes his head and kisses my forehead.

  “Girls are so weird,” he sighs.

  He kisses my dry lips before leaving me, I watch his defined back and tight naked ass head for the bathroom. Moments later the sound of water comes from behind the door, then he’s returning to me and sitting down beside me, using the damp cloth from last night to clean my skin of his semen.

  “I wish I could leave you on me all day,” I say quietly.

  His eyes move up my body to mine, a devilish look in his and I know if we stay here any longer we will be in this bed all day.

  “You should get in the shower.” I have to say this at least three times before he does just that. I fix my top and pull on my shorts before heading downstairs to get more coffee. He doesn’t take long to join me in the kitchen where I have a bag of lunch for myself, since he’s going to be gone all day. He comes up behind me and turns my body towards his, searing my lips with a kiss and an embrace. Once his tongue laps at my lips trying to get entry, I laugh and pull back.

  “Seriously, I have to get to work,” I say with regret, because that is the last thing I want to do right now. Nathan backs the truck out of the barn for me, and before I can jump into the driver’s side, he kisses me again. This time his lips are tender and cherishing and I feel the unspoken softness in my chest. He sighs and pulls back before helping me into the tall truck, closing the door, and I roll down the window.

  “I’ll see you after work,” he smiles.

  I lean out the window and give him one more kiss before backing out the driveway and head to work. Watching in the rearview mirror as Nathan takes off on his bike in the opposite direction, and I can’t wipe the smile off my face. The entire day, all I can think about is how amazing the night was, heavy talk, but still. I never thought I could open up to anyone about what happened to me, and I felt in my heart he thought the same with telling me about his brother. It was mid-morning when I received my first text from Nathan.

  Nathan: I can’t stop thinking about you.

  Me: Me either, Maven keeps asking me why I’m smiling.

  Nathan: And why are you smiling?

  Me: I had a hot man come all over me this morning, what’s not to smile about?

  Nathan:
Ahh…well I’m free for that anytime, I don’t live far.

  I got busy with work and when I checked my phone I had another text from ten minutes earlier.

  Nathan: Is it weird if I say thank you?

  Me: Thank me for what?

  Nathan: Letting me talk to you about Rob and you telling me about Lancaster.

  Me: I should be the one thanking you.

  When I went out to the picnic tables to eat my lunch, there’s another text from him.

  Nathan: I also can’t wait to come home knowing you’ll be there waiting for me.

  Me: And how would you like me to be waiting for you?

  I bite my lip at the way he might answer, and the thought of the ways I’d like to welcome him home.

  Nathan: Dinner is always good.

  I laugh and shake my head, we chat a little more before I head back into work and he tells me he’s heading back to Plantain soon. I get home before Nathan and decide I should make dinner, another try at spaghetti, since that seems to be the only things he has in his pantry. I decide to spice things up a bit, and once I get everything started, I grab a white apron that I saw hanging behind the door and strip my clothes off. Since I have no bra, I remove my panties so I’m naked under the thick cotton.

  The only thing on my back is the bow I tied with the strings, the long tails hanging down the center of my ass. I set the table and dish the food out onto the plates, and sit for only a second it feels like before the roar of a motorcycle comes from outside. I adjust my chair and cross my legs so he will get a shot of my entire bare leg as soon as he walks in. The top of the apron covers me completely above the waist, and I curse my small breasts since I think a little cleavage would add to the sexiness, but I know how much Nathan likes what I have, so the thought disappears when I hear the screen door open.

  “Skye…” My name dies on his lips as he turns the corner and he drops his helmet to the wood floor.

  “Holy fuck,” he growls.

  His heavy boots are loud on the floor as he walks towards me and before I know it he’s on his knees, his huge hands pushing my knees apart to move his body between my legs. I giggle as he pulls me by the ass to the edge of the chair as his lips attach to mine, he runs his hands up and down my legs. His thumbs dipping into the crease of my thighs, teasing my labia and I shudder.

  I reach down to the hem of his shirt and my fingers hit something sticking out of his back pocket. I retrieve it and see it’s a piece of paper, the words, SELF DEFENSE blazing in big bold letters. Nathan pulls back and grabs the paper from me.

  “This is for you, I signed you up for some classes,” he says quickly before kissing my neck, my body tenses as my mouth hangs open.

  “Wait,” I inhale, pushing him back by the shoulders.

  He leans back onto his knees and cups my face.

  “I will do it with you, you need to know how-”

  “No, no. Why did you do that?” I ask, covering my chest with my arms. “I can sign myself up for my own classes, if that’s what I want to do.”

  He looks at me with question, taking in how my posture’s changed.

  “Skye-”

  “Stop! I can’t take those classes Nathan, you had no right to do that.”

  Anger clogs my throat.

  “Yes, you can, stop being difficult. It’s only four weeks, and I’ll teach you to shoot. Why are you being-”

  “I’m pregnant!”

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  “Pregnant?” I repeat, as if I didn’t hear her correctly.

  She nods biting her lower lip, looking at me with wide eyes. Fuck. A million thoughts run through my head. Pregnant? With that fucking assholes baby.

  “Does-what’s his fucking name know?” I ask.

  “Who?” she asks in confusion, her arms wrapping tightly around her, and fuck. I can’t look at all her exposed skin because even though I’m pissed, I want to bend her over the table and fuck her.

  “Your fiancé,” I growl.

  “Why would he?” She looks so confused. “And he’s my ex-fiancé,” she clarifies.

  “Don’t you think the father should know that Skye?” I ask.

  Her eyes are welling up with tears, and now she’s gnawing on her lip, her hands coming to rest on her lap as her fingers fidget.

  “Nathan,” she says just above a whisper. “Listen to me.”

  She stops and shakes her head slightly. My eyes narrow because I’m fucking confused, and I can’t focus my thoughts to make sentences.

  “That’s why you didn’t go back to Lancaster, you run from him too? Like you ran from me, TWICE!”

  I pace the expanse of the dining room, my hands running through my hair. I don’t want to look at her, but when I do she’s covering her face with her hands, her feet bouncing on the wood floor.

  “Were you going to tell me? Or are you not keeping it? Jesus Skye…I can’t believe you’d keep a baby with that fucking motherfucker.”

  She gasps, but I can’t stop my mouth from spewing my thoughts. I’m hurt, no, I’m fucking crushed.

  “I should’ve known, the puking and not wanting me to fuck you. I guess you weren’t going to try and tell me it’s mine then.”

  A sob tears from her throat and I stop, my eyes finding hers. Her shoulders are shaking as she cries, her mouth open but she’s not saying shit.

  “When?” I growl, my hands fisted at my sides.

  She shakes her head.

  “When did it happen? Was it before or after you let me fuck you?”

  She lifts her chin in confidence but can barely get the words out.

  “Maven and Dornan’s wedding.”

  I shake my head. She couldn’t have fucked that asshole then, because she was in Plantain all weekend.

  “I’m falling in love with you and you tell me that you’re pregnant with another man’s baby?”

  I stop myself from pouring my heart out to her, because since she clearly didn’t have the balls to tell me about this sooner, then she doesn’t deserve to know how in love with her I am.

  “Fuck this,” I state before grabbing my helmet. Slamming the screen door behind me as I head to my bike.

  My adrenaline is pumping, and my heart is racing. I told myself when she came back this time I was gonna take it slow and not rush, because like she said she had baggage. But I never expected this, how could she not tell me? Was she even planning on telling me? It took me signing her up for self-defense to do it. No wonder she wanted her car back so badly, she wanted to leave before she started showing, and then she’d have to explain herself. She clearly knew I’d not react well, and surely that’s why she waited.

  My chest hurts and I feel…betrayed. I ride my bike on the highway until the sun is setting and the evening casts shadows along the tree-lined street. I pull up to Maven and Dornan’s house, propping my bike up as I head to the back door.

  “Drag!” Wyatt hollers from his perch on the swing set.

  Him and Nolan are swinging back and forth on the play structure.

  “That’s high enough!” Maven yells from the backdoor.

  I turn to see her at the screen door, propping it open for me.

  “Nolan!” she yells as I turn to see both boys launch themselves off the seats in mid-air before landing on the ground.

  “Jesus,” she sighs. “These boys are gonna kill me…I hope this one’s not a terror,” she says, placing a hand over her slightly swollen belly.

  Seeing her do this brings so many things to the surface, Skye will look like that if she keeps the baby. Can I look at her everyday knowing the baby inside her is another man’s?

  “Dornan’s in the basement,” she says as I follow her inside.

  “Thanks,” I nod and head down the steps in front of me.

  I reach the bottom and Dornan’s at his workbench, tightening a screw onto the motor for a bike.

  “Hey bro,” I state before heading to the mini fridge and grabbing a beer.
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br />   “Brother,” he nods and holds out a hand.

  I toss him the beer I grabbed for myself before getting another. The cans clack open and we both take long pulls before he places his on the bench, returning his attention to the motor. I sit down on an adjacent stool, my eyes scanning the various tools and parts scattered along the tabletop.

  “Bored?” he asks with smirk.

  “I needed to get out of the house.”

  “Trouble in paradise?” he asks.

  I shoot him a look like what the fuck would he know about it.

  “I saw on the surveillance tapes of the car lot…I didn’t see anything,” he says looking at me. “But I could tell you two were, ya know,” he shrugs.

  My mind drifts to the afternoon, when she blew me like a fucking porn star. No, fuck that, and fuck her right now.

  “Skye’s pregnant,” I state.

  Dornan’s hand pauses for a moment before resuming his work.

  “And?”

  “I know it’s that fucking asshole who beat her,” I snarl.

  “She said that?” he asks.

  “No,” I shake my head, taking another pull from my beer, “she didn’t say shit.”

  We sit there a while not talking, my mind replaying the awful shit I said to her, and guilt grips me tight inside.

  “She did say something about your wedding,” I finally say.

  “What’s that?” he asks, looking up at me.

  “I asked her when she got pregnant,” I stop, realization hitting me in the gut. “She said at your wedding-but…we…” I think aloud.

  Dornan raises his brows, as I understand what’s just dawning on me.

  “Fuuuuuck,” I groan.

  I watch as he swigs from his can and goes back to working on the motor.

  “We-I fucked her in the woods after the wedding, we didn’t use anything and she told me the next day she wasn’t on birth control. Jesus, I’m such a fucking dick,” I groan. “She said that dude slept with other chicks so they used condoms or something all the time,” I run my hand across my jaw.

  “So, I guess congratulations are in order,” Dornan says clinking his can against mine.