Come as you Are: Plantain Series Book Two

by Amelia Oliver

  “Nathan,” she whispers and that’s all I need.

  Our bodies collide and I attach my lips to hers, her hands instantly reach up into my hair and release the elastic to let my now shoulder length hair down. We’re kissing like we’ve both been waiting for this for six years, I know I have, and fuck she tastes better than I remember. Skye slips her tongue into my mouth followed by a whimper, my cock hardens with the touch and sound, and I just want closer.

  I lift her small body and push her back against a tree, her head tilts up. Allowing my lips to suckle her neck, nipping at the skin there. She’s moaning in the back of her throat and I swear I might come from that alone. I raise my head to study her, lips pink from kissing me, and abrasions from my rough stubble on her skin. I put my palm on her cheek and press my nose against her forehead, inhaling deeply.

  “You still smell like sunshine.”

  I groan and rock my hips into her as she pushes back against me. My lips find hers again, biting her plump lower lip before sucking on it lightly. I slip my hands down her neck to her chest, pulling the material of her dress down. The cold air causes her nipples to harden even more and I give her lips one last hard kiss before licking down her neck to her sternum. My fingers pulling and pinching the hard raised flesh, as I lean down to attach my lips to one of her perfect nipples. Her body jerks as a long moan escapes her parted lips, my breath is hot against her skin and I pull back to blow a stream of air on her wet flesh.

  “Oh God, Nathan,” she groans.

  Her hands lace through my hair as she guides my head back to her other nipple. Her other hand is gripping the buckle of my belt, and I want her to touch me but know I will come from the contact. I missed her little tits, sucking practically her whole breast into my mouth with greediness, because I can’t get enough. My hands move down her hips as I kneel before her, pulling her core into my face. Taking a deep breath, she’s so wet I can smell her excitement through the material. When I reach the bottom of her dress, my hands curl around the back of her legs as I run my hands up her calves to her thighs. The skirt gathers on my forearms until I reach her bare ass, grabbing both cheeks in each hand. My nose buries into the front of her panties, which are barely covering her pussy, I lick up the material and connect with her eyes.

  “I can still smell you on my lips,” I groan and she whimpers.

  I can’t get enough of her scent, it’s like I get high off it with every inhale. Skye’s teeth are biting hard into her lip, her eyes look glassy like she’s drunk, her hips are moving back and forth towards my face and hands. My eyes trail down her body to my hands, as I use my thumb to slide the fabric covering her pussy to the side, and I can barely make out a thin line of blonde pubic hair on her mound.

  My lips kiss up the insides of her thighs before they move to her trembling lower belly, lifting the dress higher to see that fucking hot as hell belly button piercing. My teeth pull on the jewelry lightly and I groan, I feel like my balls are about to explode, but I want to be inside her for that.

  Returning my attention back to her pussy, I lick up her pubic hair, rubbing the tip of my nose against it. Then attach my lips to her clit, and Skye’s body jerks again as she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair. My thumbs spread her lips apart, my tongue traces all along her folds before returning to tease her clit again.

  “Shit Nathan, Nathan.” She’s gasping my name as her hips push into my face and her hands force my mouth harder against her, and fucking hell, she’s coming. She’s coming from me barely licking her. I flatten my tongue over her entrance and lap at the wetness seeping out, the tip of my tongue penetrating her spasming muscles. As her body relaxes, I rest my forehead on her pelvis and breathe deeply against her pussy for a moment before I stand, jerking open my belt while her hands help me undo my fly.

  “I haven’t been touched in so long,” she practically sobs.

  My eyes lock onto hers and they seem sad; desperate and needing me inside her. She wraps her arms around my shoulders as I lift her legs to my hips, my rock-hard cock finding her drenched opening easily and I shove myself into her small tight pussy. We both groan and she turns her head away from me, my face pressing against hers as I wait for her body to allow all of me inside. My breath pounding against her cheek as my hands grasp her ass and pull her into me as I thrust in deep, once… twice…three times, before I’m coming. Her thighs tighten around my hips, her pussy grasping at my throbbing cock as I come inside her.

  Our chests heaving with exhausted breaths, her body trembling as she holds onto me tightly. My semi-hard cock slips from her, I could fuck her over and over and still be hard she’s got me so worked up. I bring my hands to her cheeks, turning her face towards me as I kiss her lips lightly. She drops her legs, allowing her dress to fall back into place. We’re still breathing each other in as she pulls the straps back up her shoulders to cover herself.

  Just then we hear a snap of a stick and turn to see Bagheera walking towards us, he recognizes us not as threats and his posture changes. But then I hear Nolan crying not far from us, and I grab Skye’s hand and head towards the sound. He’s standing near the tree line crying for his mom when he sees us and runs to me, I bend down and take him into my arms.

  “You okay buddy?” I ask as he wraps his little body around me.

  Skye places a hand on his arm, running her hand over his head.

  “I was chasing Bagheera and then he ran too far and it’s dark, I got scared,” he sniffles.

  “It’s okay, we all get scared sometimes,” I reassure as we make our way towards the house.

  The lanterns lighting the party as we head towards Maven. When she sees her crying son she hurries to me and I hand him over to his mom.

  “What happened?” she asks while wiping his eyes.

  I listen as he tells her what he told me and she kisses his forehead before softly pressing his head onto her shoulder. Dornan comes over and pats my back and its then I realize Skye isn’t beside me anymore.

  “Well maybe it’s time for bed,” Missy says, coming over.

  I follow as the group walks towards the driveway, my eyes scanning for Skye through the thinned-out group of guests. My eyes land on her as we get to Missy and Sven’s car. She’s sitting in the back seat with a sleeping Wyatt on her lap, but she doesn’t look at me, not this shit again. We just had amazing sex- life altering sex, and she’s going to do the same shit she did before, act like it meant nothing. Fuck this, I can’t handle this rejection again. I rub a hand down my face and pat Dornan on the back.

  “I’m heading out, congrats brother,” I say.

  “Thanks for coming,” he says, giving my hand a shake.

  “You’re coming to dinner tomorrow right? It’s at our place,” Missy says, before she gets into the passenger side of the car.

  “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

  My eyes trained on Skye, who’s looking down at the sleeping child.

  “Congratulations,” I tell Maven, kissing her cheek as she hugs me tightly.

  With one last look at Skye, I head to my bike and fire up the engine, heading down the long driveway and into the street before the car leaves.

  9

  I spent all night thinking of her, her sounds, her smell, the way she felt and the way she gasped my name when I touched her. Being inside her was better than I imagined, she was so tight, and I wonder how long it had been since she had a cock inside her.

  “I haven’t been touched in so long,” she had said.

  That line, her words replaying in my head over and over as her pussy swallowed up my cock. But then she just left without a word. Clearly she didn’t want anyone to know what we had done but still a simple goodbye would’ve been sufficient.

  I couldn’t sleep which is no different from most nights and I’m just so fucking tired, but being in the house I shared with my brother and the terrible memories always creep back in, especially since I live here alone now. Not to mention the night’s event
s fucking with my head, would she be gone now? I wish I knew when she was leaving or if she’d already left to go back to Lancaster if that’s even where she is still living. I don’t know shit about her, never did, but now that she’s been gone for so long I feel like she is a stranger.

  Mind you a stranger whom I still have a reaction to that I can’t compare or explain. She does something to me that I can’t fight, she seems like she can’t fight it either but the last thing I want to do is run after her every time we get intimate. When I was inside her I felt like we had conquered some obstacle, and that this was finally when something between us was going to change the distance we’d always had. But nope, she was gone and I was home alone.

  Before we were interrupted by Nolan crying, I was about to ask her to come home with me. Maybe her light and sunshine could help chase away the demons lurking in this house, I guess I’ll never know. I get out of bed at four a.m. and start back on ripping the wall down in the back of the house. I’m planning on building a sun room here but it’s been going slowly since I keep taking the long-distance jobs Sven’s been sending me on.

  At one time, riding mile after mile used to clear my head, but so many things have happened with Skye and my family that I find myself dreading long hauls due to my brain having nothing better to do than wreak havoc on me with thoughts and memories.

  The only thing that clears my head and makes me happy, is to envision a future with Skye. I imagine she’s here waiting for me when I get back, that I can call her every time I make a stop, just so I can hear her talk about her day. That she’s on the front porch as I pull up, and she practically jumps into my arms and kisses me before I can even get off my bike. I carry her into the house and we’re tearing one another’s clothes off, before I fuck her on the staircase or the dining room table. The idea of having someone to come home to, that someone would want me just as fiercely as I want them. But the vision is dismantled every time I pull up to my dark house, and there’s no one waiting for me.

  It’s already three p.m. when I stop, and I can’t believe I’ve been working for almost twelve hours, the fatigue not even registering. Even though I’m about to go to dinner, I make myself a sandwich before jumping in the shower. I swear I can still smell her on my skin, even though I’m drenched in my own sweat. It hadn’t registered to me until I was swinging the sledgehammer into the drywall, that I had come inside Skye. Sex with no condom was something I had never desired, not that I slept with many people, it just didn’t seem something to play with.

  The women I had actually slept with were girls I knew most my life and had relationships with, both of who were now married and were still living in Ridge Mont where I grew up. Even in those relationships, I never envisioned a future with them and I don’t know why. They were nice enough, good people who made me happy but I knew I didn’t make them happy.

  I always knew there was something out there I wanted but I wasn’t sure what it was. When my sister decided that we needed to move from Ridge Mont to Plantain, I didn’t have much say since I was only seventeen and she was twenty-four. I went to college and continued a long-distance relationship with my girlfriend. I thought college and being on my own was maybe what I needed to feel fulfilled, but that didn’t do it.

  Being away at school still didn’t stop me from being reminded every night where I came from, my sister calling me constantly about my brother and complaining that her life was over, since she was stuck at home working at a diner for a living. Even though she was the one who insisted I accept my scholarship and go to school.

  Knowing it was shitty, I started ignoring calls from home and from my girlfriend, just to get a grasp on my life. Eventually, the girlfriend stopped calling while my sister resorted to emails. But the stress weighed on me, her correspondence making me feel guilty and like shit, so I left school and came back to Plantain. It wasn’t long after that my sister left us, moving to a neighboring city and leaving me to take care of my brother. I couldn’t blame her but being with Rob was often overwhelming and stressful. I decided after three months of being in the house that I wanted to gut the entire thing and that Rob was going to help me, the doctors all said physical activity would help him, and so the two of us took on the project.

  One night after Rob had an episode and took his fists to several walls we had just built, I fucking lost it and left, heading to a local bar where I met Sven and the rest is history. The MC was what I had been missing my whole life, I had always been interested in bikes but never had much time to ride, and the one I did own was a piece of junk. Sven offered me a job at the shop and told me to use whatever I needed to fix my bike up, so even though I spent more time away from home and Rob, it seemed the space between us was just what we needed. I gained new brothers, brothers who didn’t depend on me every waking moment or expect anything from except to have their backs when shit actually got serious.

  When I arrive at Missy and Sven’s for dinner, the usual crowd is there except Maven and Dornan who I assume are still celebrating their nuptials. The kids run and jump on me as soon as I enter the house and I grab both, tipping them upside down and carrying them through the house over my arms. The house fills with their laughter and screams, setting them down when I enter the kitchen, my eyes meet Skye’s and I freeze. The kids run off with the other little ones who belong to my brothers, and they storm outside in a loud chaotic rush.

  She looks beautiful as usual, wearing a tank top and some tight ass ripped jeans. I can see red marks on her neck that appear to be from my stubble and I find my hand absent mindedly scratching at my jawline. Her lips part as she watches me and I can tell her breathing has become shallow even though she’s across the island from me, and a good ten feet away.

  We’re alone so without wasting a moment I move towards her and she takes a step towards me before stopping and looking over my shoulder, I guess to make sure we are indeed alone. Her hair is down as I stop before her and run my hand down the side of her face, brushing her hair back. She nuzzles into my palm and closes her eyes for a moment, before catching herself and moving away slightly.

  “How long are you staying?” I ask.

  Her brows furrow as her eyes dart to my lips and she clears her throat.

  “Just until tonight. I’m going to visit my parents for a while I think,” she answers softly.

  My hand trails down to her cheek and I run the pad of my thumb along her lower lip, her tongue sneaking out just barely to press along my skin. I feel the lick in my dick and I want to kiss her, I want to tell her to come stay at my house. But she pulls away and turns towards the sink as Missy enters the kitchen.

  “I knew that was you getting the kids all riled up,” she says.

  “Trust me, they don’t need me for that,” I state.

  I turn to the fridge, opening it and grabbing a beer, before heading towards the den where Sven and all my brothers are sitting watching football. I pretend like I’m paying attention, but how can I knowing Skye is in the same house as me. Occasionally I hear her voice or a laugh, and I can’t help but smile to myself. I’m not backing down tonight. I’m going to ask her to come home with me no matter what, even if I have to beg her, I will. The thought has my heart racing and my chest tight with an emotion and excitement I’ve never felt before.

  When we meet in the dining room for dinner, Skye sits across from me and no matter how hard I try to get her attention, she doesn’t look at me. In fact, she looks everywhere but me. I can’t tell if she’s being shy, maybe almost being caught by Missy has her guard up but I don’t want to think it’s me, I can’t think it’s me. Even when I accidently tap her foot with mine she doesn’t react, not even a flick of her eyes in my direction. She’s picking at the food on her plate, and rises when Missy begins to clear the table. I realize that the entire dinner, I have been oblivious to the conversations around me, all I can do is be captivated by Skye.

  I watch her every time she reenters the room from the kitchen, gathering more p
lates. I sit there until everyone is gone and the tabletop is almost bare before standing and waiting for her return. When she comes through the doorway I grab her hand and lead her down the hallway towards the laundry room, she’s not resisting me and willingly follows, entering the room ahead of me as I close the door behind us. It’s dark in here from the setting sun, the sky casting the room in a dim blue light. Instantly, my hands cup her cheeks as I lean down and kiss her. Thankfully she doesn’t stop me, allowing our lips to meet and suck tenderly, before she stops by turning her head away.

  “Come home with me,” I say, my voice thick with lust.

  “I…I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can, what’s stopping you?” I ask.

  She takes a deep breath and looks down, her hands on her hips as she shakes her head.

  “I’m still engaged, Nathan. I have a fiancé.”

  Right then my blood gets hot and not in a good way.

  “What?” I ask in disbelief.

  “I-We’re taking a break. I don’t know if I’ll go back or not, but I need some distance…last night-”

  I stop her.

  “-Was the best night of my life next to the night in my apartment with you, and you’re telling me that you’re still engaged?”

  I don’t mean for my voice to sound clipped, but it comes out that way.

  “I don’t know okay, I have a lot going on in my head, and then last night you came inside me, and we didn’t use a condom-”