Love in the Fast Lane

by Melissa Kate

  When Nate knocked on Brielle’s door later that evening, he was immediately greeted by Noah dressed in a pirate costume and donning an eye patch and hand hook.

  “Ahoy,” he greeted, the fake parrot on his shoulder jiggling with his movements.

  “Ahoy,” Nate parroted back. “What’s this now?”

  “It be Talk like a Pirate Day, me matey and I be a buccaneer.”

  “Aye.”

  “Shiver me timbers! I ought to throw ye into Davy Jones’ Locker.”

  “Avast Cap’n! Don’t feed the fish with me. I’m just a mere addlepate.”

  Noah looked oddly at Nate but seemed pleased that he was going along with the charade.

  “Come me matey. Come to the fore and get some grub.”

  Noah led him to the kitchen where Brielle was busy stirring a pot on the stove.

  “Ahoy young wench.” He greeted her, green eyes gleaming.

  “Oh please, not you too.”

  “You ought to kiss the gunner’s daughter for not following rules you lubber.”

  “When did you learn to speak pirate?”

  “Arrrrg, I know many things lassie.” He flashed her a private grin, getting his meaning across that he did in fact, know many things, as he had shown her the previous night.

  “Yo-ho-ho,” Noah interjected. “He be an old sea salt, wench.”

  “I beg your pardon Noah Woods.” Brielle scolded.

  “It’s just a pirate term, Mom,” he looked downcast. “I didn’t mean no disrespect.”

  “Ok, but don’t use that word again, it’s rude.”

  “Sorry, Momma.”

  “Come old sea dog,” Nate encouraged. “Let’s be getting to the trampoline.”

  Noah’s eyes brightened as he joined Nate in the backyard.

  “So, how was your sleepover?” he asked, taking his first bounce on the large bouncing contraption. Hmm, it was actually kind of fun.

  “Aye, it was jolly good me matey. We had a swashbuckling good time.” Noah jumped on too and they synchronized their jumps. “We had some grub and grog and then the scurvy dogs told ghost stories.”

  “Sounds fun. Did you get scared?”

  “Nay, I’m not lily-livered.”

  “Good on you lad.”

  They bounced out of sync and the weight of Nate’s descent bounced Noah high into the air. He giggled from his belly in delight and the sound was like music to Nate’s ears.

  They bounced for another ten minutes before they fell exhausted onto the ground.

  “So, I’m going to be on the road again this week,” he shared with Noah.

  “Aye.” He remained quiet for a while as they both stared up into the sky. “Would you ever take me?”

  “Take you where son?”

  “Wherever you go.”

  Nate turned to look at the young boy. “Would you want to come with me?”

  Noah shrugged.

  “Why would you want to come?”

  He shrugged again. “To see what you do.”

  “I’d love to show you, Noah, but I often leave the country for work. I don’t think your mom would let me take you for a week at a time.”

  “Why not? We’re a family.”

  Nate felt the situation turning awkward. How was he supposed to answer that? “Yes but we aren’t a traditional family. Your mom and I aren’t married.”

  “But you could get married.”

  “It’s not so simple.”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s complicated, Noah,” he was getting in deep waters here so he opted to change the subject in hope that his five-year-old mind would accommodate. “Look at that cloud, what do you see?”

  Noah tilted his head at an angle, “Looks like a frog… with horns.”

  “And a tutu,” Nate added with a chuckle, “Can you see the tutu around its middle?”

  Noah giggled and agreed. “What about that one, Dad?” he pointed to an oddly shaped cloud.

  “Hmm,” Nate began thoughtfully. “Looks like a fish playing drums.”

  “Yes! I see it.”

  They stayed out for a long while playing with the clouds, laughing at each other’s ridiculous descriptions. Nate had never felt so at ease in his life. He’d never had a moment like this with his own father in all the years the old man had actually been alive.

  By the time they had dinner and Noah was ready for bed, the young boy was exhausted.

  “Good night, me matey,” he muttered sleepily, kissing both Nate and Brielle.

  “Goodnight my privateer.”

  He smiled at Brielle and her attempt at pirating.

  “Goodnight, Momma.” He rolled over and before they even left the room he was out cold.

  Nate followed Brielle out of the room and the minute she closed Noah’s door behind her, he had her pinned to the wall, his body molding to every inch of her body. “I need you,” he grunted in her ear.

  “Need me now?” she teased.

  “Yes, I need to be in you… now”

  “Noah just fell asleep.”

  “I know but I have an early flight out tomorrow and I won’t be back till late next week and I can’t wait a week to be with you again.” He sucked lightly on her skin, completely intoxicated by her.

  “What if I’m not in the mood?”

  He stopped what he was doing to look her in the face. “Aren’t you?”

  “Oh I am, I’m just asking.”

  “Don’t tease me, Brielle.” He gripped both her bum cheeks and lifted till she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He kissed her then and the warmth and need in her return was setting him on fire. He deepened the kiss and felt her grind her pelvis into his own.

  He decided he didn’t want bedroom sex tonight; instead he walked the short distance to the kitchen and placed her on the counter. He nudged her legs opened and trailed wet kisses up to her inner thigh.

  “Oh God, Nate,” she breathed, leaning back on her elbows.

  He pressed into her heated folds with his hand and she moaned again. “Baby, you’re so ready for me.”

  “I want you, Nate.”

  “Want me or need me?”

  “I need you.”

  He reached into the refrigerator and pulled out the can of whipped cream she’d used for dessert.

  “What’s that for?”

  “It’s a surprise. Just lean back and trust me.”

  She looked apprehensive.

  “Do you trust me, Brielle?” he asked, sliding his hands up her smooth thighs and pulling down her panties.

  “I trust you, Nate.”

  He lifted her dress to her waist and before she realized what he was doing, he blasted her sex with the cold fresh cream.

  She yelped in surprise but in the next instant, Nate’s hot wet mouth was on her, licking off the cream and tasting her moisture.

  “Oh God!” she wrapped her legs around his head and he delved in deeper. “Oh God, yes!”

  He nibbled on her nub and he knew she was losing her control. He licked her from top to bottom, mixing the fresh cream with her sweet taste. He could tell from her moans that she was about to come. But he didn’t want her to come this way.

  He quickly dropped his pants, rolled on a condom and slipped into her before she realized that things had changed.

  “Oh, God. You feel amazing.”

  He drove into her with long, hard strokes, allowing her to feel every ridge of him.

  “Do you need this, Brielle?”

  “Yes Nate, don’t stop.” She clung onto him, feeling the muscles bunch beneath his shoulders and arms. She sat upright from her perch on the counter and pulled herself closer to Nate. “I need more Nate.”

  He pounded into her, getting as deep as she would allow him. She brought her lip
s to his and he just about shattered. The feeling was too much, the sensations, the arousal coursing through every fibre of his body. He felt Brielle’s release a second before his own came crashing down.

  “God, you’re amazing,” he whispered against Brielle.

  “I try,” she teased, looking as lifeless as he felt, against him.

  He pulled out of her and put the condom in his pocket as he pulled up his pants. Brielle hopped off the counter and picked up her panties off the floor. “I believe you still have a pair of my panties.”

  He grinned, a slow sexy smile. “I know.”

  “Can I have them back?”

  His eyes twinkled emerald green. “No.”

  “Hey, Babe,” Emma greeted as Brielle walked into work the next week.

  “Hey, Em. You look different.”

  “How so?”

  “You’re glowing.”

  “Must be the new moisturizer I’m using.”

  “Must be all that sex you’re having.”

  “Yeah, that too.” She grinned.

  “So, is it going anywhere with the chunk of hunk?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, I know you Em, and as much as you like to have fun, you are incapable of having this much sex with this guy and not get attached. So, what is it with him? Are you two just having sex? And if you are, is it exclusive? Is he your boyfriend? Or are you just his girlfriend in Florida?”

  Emma’s face fell.

  “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to sabotage your relationship; I just want to make sure you don’t get hurt.”

  “I know. It’s just very heavy conversation for so early in the morning.”

  “I know. I just want you to know where you stand before you become more vested in this relationship.”

  “I will. But you’re one to talk, Missy. You’re back to sleeping with Darkrider.”

  Brielle sighed and flopped into a chair. “I know.”

  “You’re the same as me you know, you can’t have continual sex without commitment. So, what’s going on with you two? Does Noah know?”

  “Are you kidding? He’s nowhere near knowing. Hell, I don’t even know at this point.”

  Emma gave her a pointed look.

  “I just feel happy, Ems. I’m having fun and when he’s around things get exciting. And he’s so amazing with Noah.”

  “He’s the father you’d hoped he’d be.”

  Brielle nodded.

  “Do you realize that you’re painting the picture of a happy family? But you have to ask yourself Bree, ‘Is it a happy family’? Or are you just hoping it would be? Where do you fit into Nate’s life?”

  “This is too serious for an early morning.”

  “You started it.”

  Brielle stuck her tongue out at Emma.

  “Just think about what I said.”

  Brielle nodded.

  Just after lunch, she packed up her things and headed to the Brentwood Hills home. It was yet to have an interested buyer and she was hoping to show a couple around in about an hour.

  As always, when she entered, it was like she was coming home. It felt so right every time and yet every time, it broke her heart. She could not afford this house. She walked through the halls, gliding her fingertips against the cashmere smooth walls. She entered one of the spacious rooms and could just imagine turning that into a study, maybe even a zen yoga studio. She walked into each space, having a vision for each one and feeling sadder as she went through. When she arrived back at the kitchen, she stopped in surprise at the male figure staring back at her.

  “Nate! What are you doing here?”

  He smiled, a languid sexy smile. “I came to see you, hoping on the off chance that you would be needing me.”

  “You’re supposed to be in the air somewhere over the ocean.”

  “I opted for a flight later in the week. I’m out for the season anyway so it’s not like I’m critically needed.”

  “Oh. And what would I possibly need you for?” she smiled.

  In three quick steps he crossed the room and enveloped her in his arms as his mouth ravished hers. His tongue stroked hers as her teeth nibbled and gnawed at his mouth. His hands slipped under her shirt and caressed her smooth, hot skin. His thumbs brushed against her nipples and his erection stood to attention when he felt them pucker up.

  Her hands roamed his hard chest and she suddenly found herself unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers explored the taut muscles of his chest as his shirt lay open. He pressed his body to hers and she was surprised to find that she too was bare-chested.

  “Stealthy fingers there Speedy,” she said between kisses.

  “I try.” He hiked up her pencil skirt and lifted her onto the foyer table. “Leave the heels on.”

  He pulled out a condom from his pocket and simultaneously dropped his pants. He skilfully sheathed himself and settled his heat between her legs. “I missed you.”

  Before she could respond he plunged into her. She cried out and threw her head back, arching her back to reach him. He was deeper somehow and she pulled him in further, aching for the contact; aching to feel even one more inch of him. The table shook with his erotic thrusts and with one last thrust, Brielle’s muscles clamped and her orgasm overcame her. Nate continued to stroke her until his orgasm followed, ripping into him, long and hard.

  “Fuck,” he said. “It gets better each time.” He kissed her forehead and pulled out, heading to the bathroom to sort himself out.

  Brielle slid off the foyer table at the same time she heard a car pull up in the driveway.

  “Shit,” she hissed and quickly buttoned herself up again. She tucked her shirt into her skirt and straightened her hair as best she could. The door opened a millisecond later and Brielle greeted the potential owners loudly, hoping Nate would hear her and get the message.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Greenwood,” Brielle announced. “How lovely to meet you. I am Brielle Woods.”

  She exchanged pleasantries with both adults and then turned to the teenager beside them. She looked about seventeen years old and was going through a hard-core Barbie stage. Her skirt was too short, her top too tight and makeup too much. If her parents minded they didn’t say so.

  She addressed the volatile teen and introduced herself.

  “I’m Rachel,” she greeted nonchalantly, waving her expensive blackberry around.

  Brielle talked about the ground floor and its attractive features, showing off the large open spaces for larger families.

  “Do you have any kids?” Mrs. Greenwood asked.

  “Yes, I have a son, he’s five.”

  “Has he been here?”

  “He has.”

  “Did he like it?”

  “He couldn’t get enough of it. Our entire house could fit into these two rooms together,” she joked.

  Mrs. Greenwood smiled politely. Tough crowd.

  At that moment Nate returned to the room, thankfully fully clothed and buttoned up. He seemed completely unfazed as he waltzed over to her.

  “Darling, there you are.” He came up to the group and put his arm around Brielle, pulling her close. What was he up to?

  Brielle didn’t lose focus of the fact that Rachel was staring with unbidden interest at the sex God wrapped around Brielle.

  “And who is this?” Mrs. Greenwood asked, peering over her nose.

  “I’m her fiancé.”

  Brielle whipped around to narrow her eyes at him.

  “Not the father of your child, I assume?” Mrs. Greenwood addressed her.

  “Yes I am.”

  “So, a child out of wedlock then?”

  Brielle’s face heated with embarrassment and anger. Who the hell was she to judge her?

  She was about to give the broad an earful when she heard Mr. Greenwood pipe
up. “Hey, you’re Nathan Wolfe.” He threw his head back and let out a wolfish howl. Why did people keep doing that around him?

  Nate laughed and the men exchanged a handshake and walked off a distance to talk racing while Nate regaled him with the horror story that was his recent accident.

  Brielle just wanted to get the hell out of there.

  Later that evening, Emma came over for dinner and Noah was only too thrilled to see her. Brielle decided it was a call for some steaks so she fired up the grill to dine outside.

  “So, did you hear who my dad is, Aunt Emma?” Noah asked eagerly.

  Emma swallowed the gulp of soda she’d just taken. “I did, Bucket. How do you feel about that?”

  “It’s awesome. He’s so famous and everybody wants to talk to him wherever we go.”

  “That’s pretty cool. Do you mind that he has to share his attention with you?”

  “Nah, he doesn’t spend lots of time when people come to us in public. Mostly just autographs and then he sends them away.”

  Brielle was surprised to hear that. Pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.

  “Do you mind that he’s away so much?”

  Brielle knew what Emma was doing and she was grateful for it. Noah wouldn’t even realize what he’s feeling unless someone came right out and asked him. Brielle also wanted to know how her child felt about Nate in his life.

  “It’s ok I guess,” he shrugged. “It’s better than no dad at all.”

  Brielle’s heart broke at the sadness and wistfulness in his small voice.

  “As long as you are happy, Bucket.”

  Noah smiled at her with his small choppy teeth.

  A movement at the backyard gate caught her attention and she was surprised to see Nate walk in.

  “Hey,” Nate greeted Brielle, a sparkle in his eyes. “I had a craving for steak.”

  “Is that so now?”

  His smile widened but turned to acknowledge Emma and focus on Noah. “Hey buddy.”

  “Hi Dad,” he flung his small arms around Nate’s neck but Nate picked him up and sat him on top of his shoulders. “Momma, I’m so tall.”

  Brielle smiled at the exuberant boy.

  Emma joined the group as Brielle brought out more steaks for the grill. Nate took the “Kiss the Cook” apron from her and commandeered the role of chef.