by Angel Steel
Nate and Dom both nodded.
“Okay, this will have to do for tonight. Skylar’s had enough drama for the moment. You two head back over and we’ll talk more tomorrow, okay? Keep your phones on.”
Nate stood up and shook Craig’s hand, and left.
“I hope we figure this out soon, man. Those two have it bad for each other, but seems to me someone is trying to fuck it up for them,” Dom said.
Craig agreed with him, he just didn’t know who it was. After Dom left, he headed for the kitchen to grab himself a beer and sat out on the back porch to think this through.
* * *
Chantal walked out of the room when Dom asked her to leave. She had heard the whole conversation before she entered Skylar’s room. Opening the door slowly, she walked in. Skylar was curled up in her bed, sound asleep. Yawning herself, she made her way to the opposite side and crawled into bed with her. She knew Skylar didn’t know half of what was going on. If she did, Nate would be laying beside her right now, not her. When they woke in the morning she would sit down with her and tell her exactly what she had heard. There was no excuse for what he did, but if he didn’t pursue it himself, it meant something seriously wrong was going on. She rolled over. She knew it would take a lot for Skylar to listen to what she had to say, but she would make damn sure she did.
* * *
Skylar woke the next morning with a killer headache. Opening her eyes slightly, she noticed that Chantal was asleep beside her. Skylar slipped off her bed gently, reached over for her robe and wrapped it around herself. Rubbing her hand over her forehead she made her way towards the kitchen to grab some pain killers. Walking slowly past the lounge, she heard Dom and Craig talking. She didn’t know what they were saying as her head was pounding.
She walked through the archway to the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks. Nate was leaning against the sink looking out over her yard. What the hell was he still doing here? Backing away quietly, she bumped into the wall. Nate spun around at the noise, “Hey.” He smiled at her.
Skylar shook her head at him. He pushed off the sink and walked over towards her. She had nowhere to go as her back was pressed up against the wall. Breathing out softly, she said, “Please don’t.”
Nate kept walking towards her and stopped right in front of her. “I’ve missed you.” Nate lifted his hand and ran his thumb over her cheek and down over her lips.
“What are you doing, Nate?” she said as she banged her head against the wall.
Pushing his body against hers, so she could feel how hard he was right now, he leaned his head down to her ear, “I want to rip this robe off you, wrap your legs around my waist and slowly slide my cock into your tight pussy, baby. I want to hear you scream when I do that. It makes me harder just thinking about doing that right now.” Nate pushed open the robe near her belly and stroked his fingers there, “Are you wet, darling?” He glided his hand down over her stomach towards her pussy.
Skylar moved her hips closer to him. Sliding his finger through her folds, he circled her opening, spreading her juices over his finger. He started to rub her clit with his thumb, as she grabbed at his shirt and held on. “What do you want?” he growled into her ear.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
He pushed two fingers into her pussy, to the hilt. Pulling out slowly he pushed them back into her. Trying not to scream out at what he was doing, she bit her lip. “God Skylar, I want you so bad right now, just how I wanted to last night.” He sucked her earlobe when he said that.
Realizing what he had said, she pushed him away enough that she could look up at him. “Well if you wanted me so bad, you shouldn’t have slept with that girl you had in your room,” she said, sobbing. She pulled his fingers out of her pussy and tried not to shiver. She closed her robe and walked away from him and back to her room.
“Skylar,” Nate yelled.
Locking her door behind her, sitting on her bed she pulled out her book, and started reading, needing to think of something else rather than Nate.
* * *
“Fuck.” He slammed his fist on the bench. Nate was hard as steel and just feeling her pussy gripping his fingers like that made him groan. He really had to sort this shit out, he missed being inside of her. Taking a long breath he walked into the lounge, “I’m going back, the locksmith will be here soon to change the locks,” Nate told both of them.
“I’ll see you later,” Craig said.
“I’ll be over soon.” Dom answered.
“You need to check Skylar’s locks, see if they have been tampered with,” Dom said.
“I’ll check when she’s out next; I don’t want to worry her more than she already is.”
“Okay, I’ll go over to Nate’s now, let me know if you want or need anything.”
“I will, thanks,” Craig walked Dom to the door and watched him walk over to Nate’s. Walking back into the kitchen he made himself a coffee, sat down and turned on the morning news.
* * *
Chantal stretched when she woke up, smiling to herself. She hadn’t had a good night’s sleep like that in a while. Rolling over on her side, she faced Skylar and ran her fingers through her hair to wake her. Skylar opened her eyes and looked at Chantal.
“Good morning,” Chantal said to her.
Skylar rolled to her stomach. “There’s no good morning about it.”
Chantal rubbed her back, “I know something happened last night, Sky. Although no one told me, I heard the boys talking about it when I was supposed to be in here with you.”
Skylar moved to her side and looked at Chantal. “Nate’s hurt me this time, Chan. I’m not waiting for it to happen again,” she said.
“But this wasn’t his fault.”
Skylar sat up and frowned at her.
“Are you listening to yourself, Chan? It was his fault. That girl from the first time was there again, with him,” she growled.
“Just listen to what I heard last night, okay? I believe Nate, Sky. This wasn’t his fault. That girl is causing trouble, someone was with her and drugged Nate. They laid him on the bed for the girl, tied him up, and she had her way with him, knowing you would walk in on them. He was on his way over to see you, Sky.”
Did she really expect her to believe that? She wasn’t stupid. “He already told me that someone drugged him.”
“Someone was helping her.”
Skylar got off her bed and stood there. “If someone really did drug him, it would have been more than one person to do that, Chan. He’s a big guy; no normal-sized guy could ever do that to him. He would have done some serious damage to just one guy.” This was so pathetic. “Sorry Chan, but that girl can have him. I don’t care anymore. I’m through with him.” She stomped over to her bathroom and turned on the water, waiting for the water to warm up. She stripped and jumped in. There was no way just one person could do that to him, she didn’t even think that Dom could do it. Washing herself quickly she got out and dried herself off. Wrapping the towel around herself she walked straight out of her room and into the kitchen for some coffee. Throwing a couple of slices of bread into the toaster, she waited.
“Hey sweetie,” Craig walked up behind her and gave her a hug.
“Did Dom tell you what happened last night?”
“Yeah, he did. Nate also told me what happened.” Craig placed his cup down to make another coffee for himself.
She folded her arms over her chest. “Did he tell you he was sleeping with that girl from last time, Craig?”
“Yes, he did, but there is seriously something going on here, Sky. Someone other than her drugged him and we are all trying to figure it out.”
“You seriously believe someone did that to him? You don’t think he is making this whole story up, just so he gets off free of what he did?”
“I believe him, Skylar. It wasn’t his intention to sleep with her, it was all her doing.” Sitting down at the table, she mulled over what Craig had just said.
“But I don’t get it, Crai
g. Who would be able to do that to him, he’s big for crying out loud. It’s just a bit hard to believe.” She huffed out a breath. “If I believe what he is saying now, what if it happens again, what excuse is it going to be then?”
Craig sat down beside her, “I know it’s hard, Sky, but I really think you should trust him on this one, okay?”
He didn’t know the half of it, she thought. “I’ll try, Craig. I really will.” She smiled at him, knowing it wasn’t a proper smile, but it was good enough for now. After her coffee she went to watch some TV, deciding afterward to lie down and watch a movie.
* * *
After the locksmith installed the new locks to his front and back door, windows and garage, Nate cleaned up the mess that was left, grabbed the spare set of keys, locked up and walked over to Skylar’s. Entering through the back door, he ran into Craig, “All locks have been changed now, I’ve got a spare set, you get the front key and Dom will get the back key just in case something happens, okay?”
Handing over the front key to Craig, he sat down at the table.
“Thanks Nate. I’ve checked over Skylar’s locks and nothing has been tampered with. I was thinking of giving you and Dom a back key, just in case I wasn’t here, and you both needed to get in.
She won’t know, so you’ll have to keep it to yourself.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Craig, I think it’s a brilliant idea, but don’t you think it would be easier to just tell her?”
“If I do tell her what I’m doing, firstly, she would probably crack the shits that I gave you a key and, secondly, I really don’t want to worry her. She’s been through enough.”
Nate understood what he was saying. She had gone through a lot, especially with that bloody asshole ex of hers.
“Okay, can you stay here? I’ll go and get the key cut down the road. I should be back in twenty minutes or so.”
Nate frowned, “What about Skylar, she doesn’t want to see me right now.”
“She’s asleep on the couch, nodded off about ten minutes ago, so she’ll be out for an hour or so.”
Good, he thought. He didn’t want to argue with her about why he was here.
Nate decided to clean up the kitchen so neither one of them had to do it. Turning on the radio, he got to work.
* * *
Skylar woke to music coming from the kitchen. Yawning and stretching, she sat up and called out, “Craig, can you put the kettle on, please?” After several minutes she got up and made her way to the kitchen, smiling to herself. She was happy to have Craig back. She didn’t want him to go on one of his trips again.
“Has Alex called…?” Skylar stopped where she was.
“Who’s Alex?” Nate said as he turned around.
“What are you doing here, where’s Craig?” she asked, looking around.
Nate walked over and stood in front of her, frowning, “Craig asked me to stay here until he got back. Now answer my question, Skylar.”
She crossed her arms across her chest, making the towel rise further up her thighs. “I don’t have to answer to you.” Skylar pushed past him and went into the kitchen.
Nate walked up behind her and pushed her against the bench, wrapping one arm under her breasts, and flattening his other hand on her stomach. “Who’s Alex, Skylar?” he growled into her ear.
“He’s none of your business, Nate.”
“Have you slept with him?” he asked, grinding his hips into her ass.
“Yes,” she answered him with a shaky voice, pushing her ass against his groin, moaning at the feel of him.
Nate spun her around and stared at her, “When was the last time you slept with him, Skylar?”
“It doesn’t matter when I did, Nate.”
“It does to me,” he growled.
“I never cheated on you, like you have.” she growled back.
His grip tightened on her arms, “You just admitted that you slept with him, Skylar.”
“Of course I said ‘I slept with him’, Nate. But I haven’t actually slept with him.”
“What the hell does that mean?” he yelled.
“You bloody figure it out,” she screamed back at him, yanking her arms out of his grip. She pushed him away and walked towards her bedroom.
Halfway down the hall, she heard Nate stomping after her.
“I don’t think so, Skylar.” Nate picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
“Put me down now, Nate.” she yelled as she thumped him on his back.
Nate slapped her on the ass, and rubbed. He couldn’t take it much more. Watching her walk around in just a towel was driving him insane. Once he entered her room, he threw her onto her bed, ripped the towel off and lay on top of her, moaning at the feel of her under him, again.
“You’re not getting anything from me, Nate.” Skylar pushed against his chest. Nate grabbed her hands and held them above her head in one hand and trailed his other down over her breasts, to her stomach and circled her belly button.
He leaned down near her ear. “God baby, just the thought of being in your wet pussy again is driving me insane.” He sucked on her ear lobe while grinding against her exposed pussy.
Skylar tried pulling her hands out of his grip, but he just tightened it. She didn’t want this to happen. She tried not to cry, but it didn’t help with being held down. Skylar was shaking at what was happening. “Please, let me go, Nate.” She dug her heels in and lifted her lower body trying to push him off.
Nate growled and pushed her further into the bed, moving his hand lower, past her stomach. What was it with guys not listening? Skylar lifted her knee and slammed him straight in the balls. Nate rolled off her, grabbing his balls. “What the hell was that for?” he said with a shallow breath.
“I asked you to let me go, and you didn’t.” She sat up slowly, watching him.
“Jesus, you’re hot one minute, then cold the next. Make up your bloody mind,” he growled.
“Well, when I say let me go, you do it Nate, not keep going.” Skylar got off the bed, and threw on a shirt and panties.
Nate stood, hissing in a breath at the pain going through him. “Well, you didn’t have to knee me in the bloody balls, Skylar.”
“You weren’t listening to what I was saying,” she said. “You need to leave, Nate.” She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at him.
“What’s going on, Skylar? Why are you acting like this?” He walked closer to her, but stopped when she started shaking her head.
“Fine, I’m over this,” he growled. Walking out of the room, and stormed towards the front door.
“I’m sorry, Nate. I just can’t since finding you with Tracey.”
Nate stopped and turned around. “You don’t believe me? I didn’t plan shit with her. She was in my house when I arrived and I told her to leave.” Shaking his head, he continued, “I don’t give a fuck anymore, Skylar. Go and screw Alex or someone else for all I care. ’Cause I’m telling you now, I’m sure as hell going to fuck someone who actually wants me to,” he yelled.
Turning back around, he slammed the door right in front of Skylar. She couldn’t believe what he said. She was so stupid not getting over the past. She slid down the wall and hugged herself. Why couldn’t she just tell him what really happened? She didn’t want him feeling sorry for her, which was one thing that annoyed her about what happened.
She wasn’t going to cry, but knowing he was going to sleep with someone else now really hurt.
Chapter 11
The next morning after walking out on Skylar, Nate was slamming tools everywhere. “What’s up?” Dom asked.
Nate turned around. “Nothing,” he groaned. He couldn’t believe he actually said he would sleep with someone else. Fuck, he couldn’t think of anyone but Skylar. Nate dropped his spanner and went into his office. Maybe going through paperwork would take his mind off of her.
After two hours of sitting there doing nothing other than thinking of her, he made his way back into the workshop.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Dom asked from under the hood of a mustang.
“I don’t get it, man. She’s hot for me one minute and the next she doesn’t want me near her.”
Dom got out from under the hood and wiped his hands. “Maybe you’re giving off the wrong signals. Have you tried asking why she is like that, then?”
“What do you think I’ve been trying to do, every time I ask her, she never gives me anything back,” he growled.
