Skepticism (Life. Destiny. Fate. #4)

by LK Collins

  Fed up with everything that I had to endure, I pull out my cell phone and call Natalene. Having to watch her with someone else was infuriating.

  Dammit, she is mine.

  I understand that we have to do this, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t like what we did here one bit. With how crazy it made me feel, I’m not sure if it’s worth it, even to get the money that we need to not get us killed.

  “God, I can’t wait for you to fuck me tonight.” I turn and catch a glimpse of her waiting for the car.

  She busts out laughing then asks me, “Are you drunk?”

  I walk towards her, my dick hardening on its own and look right at her as I pass by. “I might have had a glass or seven too many, but I needed to do something to keep busy, and it calmed my nerves.”

  “Right…you’re supposed to be the responsible one.”

  I shrug my shoulders and throw my hands in the air, almost dropping my phone in the process as I walk down the driveway. Natalene laughs again, the sound alone soothes my worries.

  “So…how did it go with Mr. Touchy?” I ask.

  “He was douchey.”

  “Douchey,” I repeat jogging across the street and removing my mask.

  “Yup, he’s completely full of himself and having to act like I was interested in him almost gagged me, but I did it and…” she stops talking.

  “And what?” I ask as she pulls up in the Denali.

  We both hang up our phones and I slide inside. “He invited me to his house for lunch tomorrow,” she says driving off.

  “Now, that’s a good girl. I knew you worked your way in,” I tell her as I slip her mask off.

  “Thank you,” she says for the simple gesture and looks over at me. “Do you know what this means?”

  I shrug my shoulders, “What’s that, beautiful?

  “I could get what we need off of his computer tomorrow, and then we can wire the funds to Moretti and be done with all of this.”

  “Don’t get ahead of yourself, baby,” I tell her. “It’s a huge risk and might not all happen tomorrow.”

  “But it’s a risk that we have to take if we want to live to see our future. To meet our daughter and finally live the life that we are meant to,” she says.

  “I know, I just…worry.”

  “I’ll be fine; you know that, baby.”

  As much as I hate agreeing with anything that sends her into danger, right now I have to. What other choice do I have? “Just take your time and be smart about things.”

  “I will,” she says and reaches over, gripping my thigh where my hard cock is straining against the fabric of my pants, needing to be touched. She grips me strongly and speeds up the car, the action telling me just what she wants. Reaching over, I hike up her black dress and snake my hand beneath her lace panties. Her warmth engulfs me and I can’t stop from sinking a finger inside of her.

  Her knuckles turn white as she grips the steering wheel, and when I begin to finger her, moving slowly in and out, she whimpers. “Are you wet for me?” I ask, letting the champagne get the best of me.

  “Only you,” she says through labored breaths.

  I finger her harder and she tightens her legs, driving right past our exit. “You missed the ramp,” I growl.

  “Fuck, Micah, I don’t know where I’m going,” she says.

  “Get off here,” I say, pointing to the next exit and rub circles over her soft clit.

  Smoothly she pulls the car off of the highway and waits at the red light. “Do you know which way to turn?” I ask her.

  She nods once and the light changes. As she accelerates the car, I work her pussy. She has her lip in between her teeth and is whining. “You like this?” I ask, missing how we used to play so freely.

  “God yes!” she cries out.

  Then she stops and puts the car in park. I realize then that we are home. Looking around to make sure no one is watching us, I turn in my seat as she scoots down in hers and I keep fingering her. “Do you want to come?” I ask.

  “Mm hmm.” She’s bracing herself on the door and center console. I don’t stop what I’m doing. I just keep fingering her, watching her relish my touch. Feeling the walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers, I’m so thankful for the tint on my windows.

  Looking outside, it is still desolate, deserted, quiet. Pressing my lips to her neck, I push her body to the edge and finger her the way my cock will soon fill her. Her head is pressed into the seat, and I feel the way her body changes as the orgasm takes over. Her skin heats beneath my lips, and she almost freezes, becoming quieter, then a surge of adrenaline pulsates and she screams, “Godddddd, Micah. Yesssss. Just like that.” She pushes her hand against the ceiling of the car as she loses it. She’s got a fierce hold on my hand and I work her just right.

  She comes hard and good, but I don’t let her enjoy it too long. Grabbing the keys out of the ignition, I hop out of the car, sucking her sweetness off of my fingers and walk to the driver’s side. Swiftly, I yank her out of the car. She laughs out loud, and I hold her body close to mine, needing a little support along the way as we head inside; the champagne definitely has me spinning.

  “Are you gonna fuck me?” she asks in a feisty tone as I fumble with the lock on the fucking door.

  “No, you’re gonna fuck me, like you promised.”

  Stepping inside, I lock the door and grab her hand, leading her to my bedroom. She’s just a step behind me and the anticipation has me on edge.

  Taking my coat off, I set my gun on the nightstand and turn to Nat, who is standing in a black bra and panties paired with some sexy ass stockings. I remove my bowtie. “Will you fuck me just like that?” I ask.

  “What do you mean?” she asks, slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

  “I mean in those stockings and shoes, with your bra and thingy on.” I run my fingers under the lace of her sexy ass underwear, completely turned on.

  “The thingy might make things difficult, but of course you can have me anyway that you want.” She finishes with the last button and removes my shirt. Looking down at my bruised ribs, she gently dusts them with kisses. My skin tingles and tightens with each touch from her.

  She stands and fumbles with the belt of my pants. My mind flashes to the way Prestwell looked when he first saw her tonight, and it makes me uneasy. He craned his neck so hard to watch her ’til she was in the bathroom that I wanted to fucking kill the little prick. Pushing aside the negative thoughts, I focus on Nat. She now has my dick in her hands and I can’t wait for her lips.

  “Oh fuck!” I holler, as she completely takes me in. She’s so amazing with her mouth. Pumping my hips forward and backward, I know she wants me to come, and if I give her another thirty seconds, she’ll push me there. Pulling myself away, I stop what she’s about to start. She looks at me confused, and I lift her off of her knees.

  “Why did you stop? I was enjoying that,” she asks as I lift her left thigh, giving me access to her cunt so I can handle her.

  “Because I want to come inside you.” Staring into her eyes, I get lost in her beauty and move my cock deep inside her pussy.

  “Jesus, yes,” Natalene weeps into my shoulder. Her teeth have a tight hold on the skin when I begin to pump her, getting lost in what we are doing.

  With one hand holding her leg up and the other holding her body, I let my body go where it wants. Closing my eyes, I lose my grasp on reality. My balls are full of fire, and I’m in love with her tightness. A feeling that I now cherish more than I ever knew was possible.

  Nat slows our movements and says, “Let me fuck you.”

  I don’t argue and follow her to the bed as she leads me there. Her sexy ass bounces with each step, perfect just like I remember. It’s amazing her body hasn’t changed one bit over the years. She directs me to lie back. Taking her time, she slides her panties down her sweet legs. I have a firm grip on my cock as I stroke it, watching her.

  The instant that she is done taking her panties off, I gesture her to me, lying al
l the way down. She comes to me and just when I think she’s gonna hop on, she turns away from me and backs her ass up. Grabbing her hip, I push my cock forward and pull her onto me, working my way in her pussy, so tense around my cock.

  She braces her weight forwards and spreads her hands over my thighs. Moving herself up and down, her long dark hair is messy, and her back is more flushed and sweaty with each movement. Before giving myself over to her, I thank God for giving her back to me and pray that we will continue on this path together. A path that not only includes us, but Michelle too.

  Where did you put the thumb drive? I text Micah searching for it everywhere.

  He doesn’t text me back and I start to worry. It’s not like him to not be on top of details. Especially when it comes to me. Refilling my cup of coffee, I try and stay focused, thinking of where I saw the thumb drive last. Checking my phone again, there is still nothing from him and I can’t remember for the life of me.

  He’ll text me back.

  Rifling through my bag for something to wear, I decide to unpack what I brought with me and place it in Micah’s closet. Even if it’s only for two more weeks that we are here, I want to have my stuff mixed with his.

  Hanging up my clothes, I look at his side. I stop for a second and glide my fingers along all of his dress shirts. The Micah I used to be with hated suits. Guilt plagues me for not trying harder to find him when we were apart. It wasn’t just his responsibility; it was mine too, and I let him down. Had we stuck together, we might not be in the situation that we are right now. But I know inside this is the way that our lives were meant to play out. So with that thought, I pray today goes according to plan.

  Turning to grab some more of my clothes, Micah startles me, suddenly standing in the doorway. “What the fuck?” I yelp. “You could have gotten shot.” He chuckles leaning against the doorframe with a cocky ass grin on his face and shows me both hands as a signal of truce. “I called and texted you; where have you been?” I ask.

  “The guys and I had a meeting with a client. Then I thought I’d stop by here on my way to the office, but got hung up on the phone during the drive.”

  Oh God, I hope he didn’t catch me staring at his clothes like a weirdo.

  “What did you come home for?” I ask.

  “I wanted to wish you luck.”

  “Really?” I ask, feeling like he is up to more.

  “Yeah, really.”

  “Nothing else?”

  “Uhh, I also installed a tracking app on your phone, in case of emergencies.”

  I blink a few times looking to where I set my phone down, but it’s gone. Micah hands it back to me and looks up at my clothes that are now hanging in his closet.

  “I can see you haven’t lost your thievery skills,” I tease him.

  He shakes his head stepping to me and says, “I liked watching you unpack. Are you planning on staying a while?”

  I wrap my arms around him and gently lay a kiss upon his tender lips. Then whisper into his ear, “Forever.”

  “Good. You know you don’t have to do this today. I think I might have come up with another plan.”

  “Nothing’s guaranteed, even with this, or any other plan…so yes, I have to.”

  He nods once and kisses me another time. “Okay, be safe and please don’t let anything happen.” I know what he is referring to. The thought alone sickens me. “Never,” I say and look into his eyes. “I know this is hard Micah, it’s hard for me too. But please think about our future and what getting this money will do for us. We’ll be safe and it’ll give us a chance to meet our daughter, and for the first time in forever we won’t be living with a weight on our shoulders. We’ll be free.”

  Micah’s face has a look of resolve and I know he agrees, even though he doesn’t say anything, I can tell he does. This is what we have to do, whether we like it or not.

  Driving Micah’s Denali to Prestwell’s house, I try and clear my mind. I just want to get today over with, and if all goes well, we’ll be able to move forward with our lives. I imagine meeting Michelle and what it would be like if the three of us were to live and enjoy our lives together.

  I push away all thoughts, because false hope is never a good thing. I check the directions on my phone, making a final left turn which must be the driveway to his home. A tall, expansive, black, wrought iron gate runs the premises and stops me from proceeding any further.

  Rolling the window down to press the call button, the gate opens. Looking around, I don’t see anyone, but figure he’s opened it expecting my arrival. Driving down the winding road, I notice the grass and bushes are perfectly trimmed. Then his colossal house comes into view and he’s standing outside, wearing jeans and a green button down shirt. Green is not his color. He really should hire a stylist.

  He gives me a wave and jogs down the front steps excitedly. Before I can text Micah, he opens my door, so I pull the key from the ignition and put on my best fake smile.

  “My God, Aubrey, you are stunning. Even more breathtaking than I imagined without your mask on.”

  I look at him the same way that he is looking at me. “Why thank you, I could say the same thing,” I simper, stepping out of the car. He grabs my hand, then surprisingly pulls my body against his. I tense from the closeness, but know I have to play into him. Giving him a hug back, I look over his shoulder searching for my out. I see a pasture of horses off in the distance. Pulling away unexpectedly, I point to them and exclaim, “Are those your horses?”

  “They are, do you ride?”

  “I do, I love it.” Which is a lie. The last time I rode was when I was ten and I got bucked off. But at least he releases me from his clingy embrace.

  “We should ride then.”

  I nod and turn towards his house acting amazed, ’cause I don’t want to get stuck in the pasture with him all day. I need to be inside. “Jesus, your house is amazing.”

  “Didn’t you notice it when you pulled up?” he asks.

  Pretending to be smitten, I bat my eyelashes and say, “I only saw you.”

  “Well, let me show you around, then we’ll eat.”

  He grabs my hand and whisks me away. The tour takes longer than I ever thought possible and pretending to be interested in things that I couldn’t give two shits about is almost nauseating. I guess when you are bored and rich, you start to buy ridiculous things.

  However, I did get a sneak peek at his two computers. One laptop that he keeps in his bedroom, and the other a desktop, is in his office. His house is buzzing with staff, so trying to get time alone with either machine is going to be very difficult, but not impossible.

  Before I can game plan anything, I need to know what computer Micah wants the clone of. “May I use the ladies’ room?” I ask.

  “Of course,” he says and walks me to it. Shutting the door behind me, I look up for cameras. People like him don’t give a shit about privacy. The bathroom appears to be clear. Getting out my phone, I text Micah. I’m here, sorry I couldn’t text. He has two computers, a desktop and laptop. Which one do you want?”

  Flushing the toilet in case Prestwell is listening, I then turn the water on and wait for Micah. Either is fine, baby, both will have the info I need to do this.

  Placing my phone back in my pocket, I rinse my hands, patting them dry and then leave. Thinking about Micah’s text, at least I have options now. Opening the door, I wonder if I can sneak off, but Prestwell is standing waiting for me. I about bust out laughing, but just let out a small chuckle.

  “You waited for me.”

  “I couldn’t wait to see you again,” he says. “Ready to eat?”

  I nod my head as we walk by his bedroom. Dammit, there goes my opportunity. We head back outside where a huge buffet is set up in his backyard. “I didn’t know your favorite food, so I had the chef make a little of everything,” he says. “Is that all right?”

  “This is unbelievably perfect, Prestwell,” I gush.

  “Good, well, dig in.”

 
And dig in, I do. My plan is to eat too much and land myself back in the bathroom which is close to his bedroom and his laptop.

  “So where are you from?” he asks.

  I cough a little, not ready for the question, but bounce back well, like Micah has taught me. “Seattle. You?”

  “Texas. Amarillo.” Which I already knew, but I act interested.

  “What brought you to Colorado?

  “It’s been my dream. I have a lot of oil wells in Texas, but always wanted to live by the Rocky Mountains and my work lets me do that, so here I am. There’s also oil here, and I’ve had some success out on the plains.”

  I play smitten by his money. “You really have done well for yourself, I mean, by the looks of things.”

  Honestly, I didn’t know what he would say he did for a living. In researching him, he does own a lot of property here and in Texas, but none of the land has any active drills that we could find. So Micah and I agree that he’s up to more than he’s leading on. Which makes me feel a lot better about using him the way that I am.

  As we eat, I let Prestwell lead the conversation which I can tell he likes. Everything that he says or asks me, I agree with or answer in the way that I think he’s hoping for.

  “So why’s Aubrey Walsh still single?” he asks me.

  I can’t help but laugh out loud. “I think the better question is why is Prestwell Evans still single?”

  He tilts his head and looks me in the eye. Reaching over, he grips my chin in his thumb and forefinger and says, “Because Prestwell hasn’t met anyone like you ’til now.” I blink and look down at my food. His hand on my face and the closeness again are making me nauseous. Hold it together Nat. Then I sense him leaning in for a kiss, and with both hands I clench my stomach, whining in pain. “What’s the matter?” he asks, stopping instantly.

  “My…my stomach.”

  I wince a little more and he takes his hand off of me. “Are you all right?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Can I do anything?” he asks.

  “No,” I mumble with my head held low. “I’m just gonna use your restroom.”