‘It’s Nate’s job to protect, El,’ I prompt her.
‘Not like this,’ she disagrees, ‘he almost put his job on the line for you, to be able to continue a relationship with you. He would kill me for sharing this, honey, but I have to tell you, he hasn’t got a week off, he has been suspended.’
‘Suspended!’ My stomach lurches at this information, because of me. ‘I fucked everything up for him.’
‘As I say, Nate does what Nate wants. Anyone tells him anything he doesn’t want to hear; he immediately disregards it. You obviously mean more to him that his career.’ She sighs, as she fluffs up her hair in the reflection before she continues. ‘Myers apparently registered a complaint against him for assault. Everyone present is obviously denying anything untoward happened, but they have to be seen to be taking it seriously. It seems he’s got some hotshot lawyer on it; some drug lord is evidently paying his legal costs.’
Regret hits me deep in the gut. ‘I’m sorry Ellie, I shouldn’t have gotten you and your family involved in all this,’ I feel sick with dread, my work is the greatest love of my life, those were his words, and somehow I’ve managed to fuck that up too.
When I leave, I will be leaving him with nothing, it would have all been for nothing. Even now he is protecting me from the knowledge that I have caused him more drama, possibly damaged his future career.
Pain sears through me, I love him so much it hurts my heart.
‘He won’t thank me for telling you,’ Ellie looks slightly pissed, ‘but what else can I do? I love my brother I want him happy. I have seen the two of you together, I like what I see between you. Yeah, you’ve had issues that have impacted him. But, babe, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He would walk through fire for you.’
Unshed tears sting my eyes at the hopelessness of the situation, ‘I can’t stay here, El. They will find me again, I couldn’t stand them touching me,’ I panic. ‘If I go, everyone can go back to their lives and things will eventually settle down.’ I attempt to justify my running for the hills.
‘How do you know that?’ She asks, softly.
‘I don’t, but the alternative is that I stay, and they begin to target the people I love, Nate, you, Marnie! All to encourage me to pay the price of my brother’s bad decisions. They won’t stop,’ I laugh ironically, ‘how many of them have to be stopped before it all ends?’ I question. ‘No, if I disappear, they will assume that Nate and I were nothing but a fling, and leave you all alone and hopefully get bored of trying to track me down. I can’t see them flying to England to look, can you?’ I query, optimistically.
‘I don’t know, Sophie,’ Ellie looks confused.
A knock on the outside door startles both Ellie and me.
‘Fuck!’ I physically jump.
‘London!’ Nate calls through the wooden door.
‘Just be a sec,’ I call, eyeing Ellie with a roll of my eyes. I pull her in for a hug. ‘Thank you, El,’ I squeeze her tight. ‘I’m sorry, for everything,’ I murmur quietly to her ear. ‘I’ll make this right,’ I promise.
She doesn’t look convinced.
Nate’s eyes evaluate me as I open the door to the restroom, ‘I’m fine,’ I assure him with a smile. I watch as he physically relaxes. ‘I need another drink,’ I wrap an arm around his middle and step up to land a swift kiss on his lips, ‘then I’m taking you home and seducing you,’ I tease. He smiles down to me and my heart flutters.
Guiding me to the bar, he orders another round of drinks and pulls me close.
‘You were gone a long time,’ he accuses, ‘I was getting worried.’
‘Just girl chat,’ I lean into him.
‘Everything okay?’ He glances briefly over to his sister, who has wrapped herself around Eli.
‘Everything will be fine,’ I lean up to his ear. ‘You like sex with me, right?’ I murmur, running my nose down his stubbled jaw.
His arms squeeze at my waist, ‘is that a serious question?’
‘Yep!’ I nibble a trail down his neck delighting in his male scent.
‘I love sex with you,’ he purrs.
‘Then you are going to adore drunk sex with me,’ I pledge, in a whisper.
‘What’s the difference?’ I feel his hardness against my middle, his gravelly voice purring against my ear.
‘You get carte blanche,’ I hook a hand around his nape and run the tip of my tongue along the seam of his lips.
‘Carte blanche?’ he questions, the deep richness of his tone flutters through me.
‘Freedom to do anything you want,’ my whole body is alight with desire, I can feel the wetness between my thighs and ache for Nate to satisfy that need in me. He has given up so much for me, laid his life on the line in more ways than one. I want to worship him; I want him to know that I would do anything for him. What’s more, I want him to remember me with a smile, rather than feel pity for the whimpering wreck I have recently become.
‘Anything?’ He confirms.
‘Anything,’ I whisper.
‘Jesus, fuck! Drink up,’ he hums, ‘it’s gonna be long a night, babe.’
Ellie hugged me hard, she and Eli were staying at a hotel not far from the club, so we said our goodbyes outside the club.
‘Am I going ever to hear from you again?’ She murmured against my ear.
I close my eyes; I would love to say yes, but to know about Nate’s onward life would kill me. ‘El’s,’ I breathe, hoping that she understands why I am doing what I am doing.
‘Okay, I understand,’ she whispers, but her voice wobbles betraying her perkiness.
‘Thank you for taking me into your heart, Ellie Austin,’ I swallow the lump in my throat. ‘I will never forget you.’ I squeak, attempting to contain my grief at losing such a wonderful friend.
‘Me either,’ she confirms, ‘you take care of you.’
‘You too,’ I step back, providing a watery smile to Eli.
‘Come on, babe,’ Eli pulls her away with a nod to Nate.
I spend the entire walk back to Nate’s in silence, willing the sadness to leave my heart. He also remains quiet, but holds my hand tight in his.
‘This calls for Tequila,’ he mutters, as we enter the loft.
I exhale a deep breath, determined not to spend the rest of my stay miserable. I need to save the tears for the privacy of my surroundings. ‘Sounds good,’ I send Nate a smile that seems to reassure him slightly. His handsome face is blank, that isn’t what I want for our final week. ‘Nothing is going to spoil our week,’ I remind him.
He nods and pours two shots of Tequila from the wooden unit that holds his liquor, holding it out for me to accept. I tip it in his direction and find his eyes. ‘To us,’ I whisper.
‘To us,’ he repeats, tilting it down his throat and instantly refilling. I follow suit, allowing the burn to soothe the sadness from my throat.
‘Bedroom!’ he commands, taking the bottle with him. I follow, adrenaline rushing through my veins. I move up the four steps that lead to his bedroom and place my glass on the chest of drawers that holds pictures of his nearest and dearest. I lift the ends of my dress and pull it over my head. Standing in front of Nate, who at this point is standing with his shot glass halfway to his mouth, I unclasp my bra and throw it on the floor alongside my dress and slide out of my black lace thong. I move towards him, picking up the glass on the way, holding it out for him to fill. I drink the contents in one gulp, the fire immediately hits my veins, and I move to unbutton Nate’s shirt.
‘Too many clothes, baby,’ I purr.
He watches, broodingly, as I undo one button at a time until his jeans prevent me from opening any more. That’s when I hit the belt, button, and zip. His erection is bulging against the tight denim, and I almost experience a spontaneous orgasm on the spot.
‘Another drink, Nate,’ I demand.
I watch the humour in his gaze as he permits me to set the scene, refilling both glasses while I push his jeans and underwear down in one swift motion, his er
ection springing out in a majestic pose, waiting patiently for attention. He kicks off his boots to allow me to push the denim off of his feet. On the way up I stroke a path up the back of his legs with my fingers as my tongue licks a trail up to his inner thighs, swirling around his balls and up to the tip of his cock. I hear his breath hitch and smile inwardly before standing up and taking the glass.
I hold the alcohol in my mouth and drop back down to my knees and without swallowing the Tequila, suck his cock into the back of my throat amongst the liquor. ‘What the fuck!’ he groans, the coldness of the liquid swirling around his dick. I suck him in and out, swallowing a drop at a time until all I have in my mouth is his velvety length. ‘Jesus, where you learn that?’ He thrusts his hips back and forth fucking my mouth, his eyes black with desire.
I scratch down his buttocks, hard, and he quickens his rhythm. ‘Jesus, what are you doing to me?’ He pulls my hair and fucks my mouth deep as I try to keep up with his erratic pace. ‘Stop!’ He growls, pulling me up to him and crushing his lips to mine. ‘Tonight, you are mine,’ he utters against my lips. ‘Carte blanche,’ he reminds me, as his fingers pinch my nipples hard. I cry out his name, and he drops me to the bed and leans in to suck and bite down on my breast, sucking hard on the pebbled peak.
My fingers delve into his scalp and tighten; he moans as he switches to the other side to provide the same delight. I am writhing and panting against him, I didn’t think it would ever happen to me, but I know I have fallen desperately in love with him.
‘Fuck me, Nate,’ my body is screaming for the connection of his body inside mine.
‘Not yet,’ he almost scolds me. His lips move down and lick a trail to my throbbing clitoris where he flicks it with his tongue before sucking it hard into his mouth. ‘Oh god, oh god,’ my body is burning, my sex clenching with need. Just when I think I can take no more he halts.
‘Turn over,’ he commands, in a voice that has my womb trembling, ‘onto all fours.’
I open my legs, and bend over the bed offering up my arse to him, while my sex taunts him, willing him to play. My shoes are still firmly on my feet, dangling over the side of the mattress.
‘Never seen a more stunning sight in my life,’ he whispers, ‘anything you don’t want to do?’ He checks.
‘Go at it,’ I urge.
Nates lips move down and lick up my swollen, wet lips as I push back against him, wanting, needing more than he is currently giving. His tongue licks up the juices and rims my arse, leaving me whimpering with want. Encouraged by the sounds, his thumb moves through my juices before pushing deep inside my forbidden hole.
‘Oh my,’ I move my hips for more.
‘Jesus, you are sent from heaven, woman,’ he evidently likes what he is doing and fastens the pace at my anus with his thumb while sucking down my sex to flick my clitoris with his tongue. Instantly the building commences, I am pushing back eager for him to fill me as my sex contracts, and I shout out with the intensity of the climax.
Moving forward, he plunges his cock deep inside my sex, frantically fucking me, his hands at my hips circling me around his persistent erection.
‘Mine!’ he growls, drilling into me as I push back needing him to consume me, take away all the bad things that happened to me, to help me breathe easier.
‘I’ll always be yours,’ I cry out as I am once again gripped by sensation as my body shudders under his.
‘Jesus!’ He growls, suddenly pulling out of me and moving to the bedside cabinet.
‘Don’t leave me,’ I pant, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my release. I turn my head to see Nate lifting a bottle of what looks like lube and my body alerts with apprehension.
‘I’d never leave you,’ he mumbles as he disappears behind me and spreads the cold liquid around my sex. I am panting in anticipation of his intention. I look over my shoulder to see him fisting his sheening dick, his eyes intent. ‘Gonna fuck your ass, babe,’ he steps forward, I hum in response. ‘Wanted this ass, forever,’ his fingers move over my sex, delving in and out of my sex before moving to my forbidden hole. I groan as he pushes two fingers and stretches me in preparation, I have done this a couple of times and enjoyed it fine, doing it with Nate, I know will be a whole new dimension. ‘You like that, babe?’ He whispers.
‘Fuck yeah,’ I push back, loving the burn of his fingers. ‘Need your cock, baby,’ I beg.
‘Drop down to your elbows,’ he commands, I do as he asks and immediately feel him at the slippery entrance. He eases himself in slowly, moaning in pleasure, ‘so fucking tight,’ he growls.
I allow him to push in past the muscled ring before pushing back towards him, ‘more,’ I whimper.
He pushes balls deep inside me, and I cry out, a mixture of pain, pressure and pleasure almost immediately sending me to the edge. ‘Sent from fucking heaven,’ he repeats, before pulling out and instantly thrusting back inside me. He picks up the pace, fucking me harder and harder and my body climbs. Holding my hips, he continues his onslaught, the pleasurable noises only heightening my pleasure.
‘Going to come,’ I scream as my body slams with the concentration of my climax.
I hear Nate cry out my name before he smashes into me once more, delivering his release before stroking in and out slowly bringing us both down. He pulls out and collapses sideways onto the bed, taking me into his arms. ‘Always be mine.’
Perfect. That’s what we are together, how will I ever replace perfect?
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‘You awake, sleeping beauty?’ Nate’s voice brings me around. I am face down on the pillow, my head thumping with a mixture of dehydration and lack of sleep, my body aching like I’ve gone a couple of rounds with Mike Tyson, but at the same time, I feel deliciously sated.
‘Am I alive?’ I croak, he chuckles.
‘It’s midday,’ he announces, the humour apparent in his tone. I smell the coffee and squint an eye up to him leaning over the bed.
‘Seeing as we have had about an hour sleep, that’s not as bad as it sounds,’ I inform him.
He looks as fresh as a daisy, standing in jogging bottoms and a black T-shirt, his hair dishevelled from sleep and my fingers. He grins, ‘babe; you said carte blanche.’
I smile, ‘fuck if I shouldn’t have said carte blanche, weeks ago,’ I sigh.
He chuckles, ‘feel free to lengthen your stay,’ his words are said in humour, so I don’t defend my intended plans. Instead, I roll over onto my back and stare up at him.
‘It was good,’ I murmur up with a naughty smile.
‘It was fucking good,’ he agrees, a glint in his eye. ‘I decided, the rest of the week we are drinking Tequila every night,’ he teases.
I laugh aloud, ‘okay by me,’ I agree.
His smile fades and his eyes sweep over me, ‘even with what I imagine is a banging hangover, still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,’ he whispers down.
‘Stop being cute or I’ll drag you back in here,’ I murmur, but inside my chest, my heart has swelled with love for him, which I realize has hit my gaze when he leans in, and his eyes mirror what I am feeling, his lips touch mine.
‘In another life,’ he whispers against my lips.
‘In another life,’ I repeat.
‘I thought we would shower and have brunch at the diner?’ He sits beside me, and I cautiously sit up against the wooden headboard. He hands me some coffee, and I instantly sip it, eager for it to drip through my veins and have the healing effect, I desire.
‘Sure,’ I approve. ‘I thought we would visit the Molly Brown House Museum,’ I smile, ‘you’ve seen The Titanic, right?’ I tease.
Nate rolls his eyes, ‘didn’t have you down as a romantic,’ he complains.
‘Neither did I,’ I tilt my head towards him charmingly, a hopeful smile on my lips.
‘Okay,’ he shakes his head in a defeated gesture. ‘I see anyone I know, I’m gone,’ he warns.
‘Thanks, baby,’ I flutter my eyelashes
.
‘Shower first, I waited for you,’ he tempts. ‘I’m ready to give you a proper good morning,’ he threatens gloriously.
I grin, ‘insatiable.’
********
The last few days of our week pass so quickly, mostly we spend them sightseeing, eating and fucking, not in that order. If we are in Nate’s loft, we are usually naked and going at it like rabbits, apart from the times when we are either eating, or sleeping. Although, I can’t say there is a lot of sleeping to be had.
Our final night together arrives, and the atmosphere instantly alters to one of dread. The silences hanging between us, which are normally comfortable, become increasingly tense, each of us in our own heads of how this is going to end.
‘I thought I would cook for us tonight,’ I suggest to Nate, as he wanders around searching for his boots in order to run down to the liquor store for a bottle of Tequila.
‘Sure!’ he agrees, without looking in my direction.
I watch him, knowing he is fighting a battle between wanting me to stay and respecting my decision to leave.
‘Nate!’ I call.
‘Yeah?’ He responds vaguely, as he sits on the sofa and pulls on his boots, his gaze avoiding mine.
‘Open with what we feel, until the last second, remember,’ I prompt him, quietly.
His hands freeze at his feet, and he turns to look in my direction. I observe as he debates his next words, his expression vulnerable. My heart aches, and then he says it, ‘I don’t want you to go,’ he states.
‘But, you understand why I have to, right?’ I ask.
‘Actually, I don’t!’ He turns back and finishes tying his boots before standing and sauntering over towards me sitting on the breakfast bar stool.
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