by Angel Steel
* * *
As he made his way back to his workshop, Nate thought back to when he first walked into Skylar’s room. She was opening a box, ready to pull out whatever was in it. But before he could see what it was, she closed it. He didn’t like anyone hiding anything from him. He was aware that she went in to have a shower to distract him. And she did a bloody good job of it, he thought. He was still curious as to what was in the box. After he finished work he would go over to see her and check the box she had with her. God, he hated spying on people, but he disliked secrets and hiding things. He really didn’t want to do it, and break his promise of trusting her, but he wanted… no needed to know.
As he stepped into his shed, Nate asked Dom, “How’s the Commodore coming along?”
“Nearly finished with the exhaust manifold, then all that’s left is fitting the new tyres to the rims,” Dom said.
“Okay. Sorry I took so long. I wanted to make sure Skylar was all right.”
“How is she?” Dom asked from under the hood.
“Better, I’ll be over there again later tonight. Are you still all right staying in the house?”
“Yeah, no problems there,” Dom replied. Once Dom was done with the exhaust manifold, Nate jacked up the car, reached for the rattle gun and undid each one. Dom rolled four new tyres towards him. Lifting it up, he removed the old and replaced it with a new tyre, rolling the first one back to Dom, so he could attach it back on the car. He went on to the next one. When the last one was done and on the car, Nate turned to Dom. “You can finish up now. I’ll stay and clean up a bit, then head inside and catch up on some paperwork before I go over to Skylar’s.”
“Thanks. Dad wants some help with his garage, and then Mum’s cooking a roast for dinner, so I’ll be staying for that. Then I’ll crash at your place.”
“Okay. Say hi to your mum and dad for me. I’ll try and catch up with them soon.”
“You’d better. Mum’s been harassing me about when you’re coming over next.” Dom laughed.
“I’ll see what’s happening in the next week or two, and then I’ll let you know,” Nate smiled.
“Sure, man. I’m heading out now, I’ll catch you later.”
Closing the door to the shop, Nate walked around and picked up all the tools they had used and placed them back where they came from. He swept up, stepped out the side door to lock it, and strolled to his back door. He grabbed a beer on his way to his room. He stripped off his clothes as he gulped half his beer, then he jumped in the shower so he wouldn’t have to worry about one later. Pulling on a pair of shorts, Nate sat down at his desk. He really didn’t want to do all this paperwork, but needed to, and if it didn’t get done now, it wouldn’t be done at all.
* * *
After cleaning up her house and hanging out the last of the washing, Skylar walked into the bedroom. Placing the box she needed for tonight near the door, she made her way back to her closet. She pushed all the clothes to one side, and opened the back panel to where she kept all her toys and lingerie. She grabbed what she had decided to wear for tonight and threw it on her bed.
When Stacy had asked if she would do some parties selling toys and lingerie, Skylar had jumped at the opportunity. But she only agreed with small parties, six people at a time maximum, and no all-male parties. Skylar and Stacy both agreed that she wear one of the outfits that were in the catalogue from the store.
The party tonight was for three couples. She had always wanted to do something like this, and was also curious as to what other people bought at these kinds of parties. Putting that thought aside, she looked over at her clock. Holy crap, she only had an hour before she had to be there. Thank God she had a shower earlier. Removing the gown she had on, Skylar picked up the bright red corset and tied it up in front; glad it was the front and not the back. Slipping on the skin-tight black leather pants and red stilettos, her outfit was done. She added the final touches to her makeup and hair and was ready to go. She grabbed her trench coat and threw it on over her sexy outfit and went to the door for the box. Placing the box and her bag on the passenger seat of Alex’s car, she buckled in, reversed out of her driveway and headed towards her client’s house.
* * *
Checking the time on his clock, Nate noticed it was late. He rubbed his face and closed down his laptop. Grabbing his bag that he left at the end of his bed, he threw some more spare clothes in it and zipped it up. Throwing it over his shoulder, he walked out into the kitchen and grabbed something quick to eat. When he was done, he grabbed his wallet and keys and locked up. He made his way across his lawn to Skylar’s, and ran up her steps. Reaching out, he turned the door handle to open it, but it didn’t budge. Frowning, he tried again.
Maybe she just locked it, he thought. Nate reached into his pocket and pulled out the spare key, unlocking the door. Stepping in and closing the door behind him, he made his way towards the kitchen.
“Skylar,” he called out, letting her know he was there. Hearing no reply, he walked into the kitchen, and then down the hallway towards her room. She didn’t appear to be anywhere in the house. Frowning, he reached for his phone and dialled her number.
“Hello,” Skylar answered.
“Hey. I’m at your place, where are you?” he asked.
“I had to run out for a bit. I’ll be home in ten minutes, okay?”
“I’ll see you then.” He ended the call. What did she have to go out for? Alex had everything here… This was his chance to see what was in the boxes. He ripped off his boots and placed them near the door. He walked over to where the boxes were and removed the sheet that was covering them. He noticed they were stacked neatly. Lifting the first one, and then the others, he noticed each box had a different date written on them.
Carefully pulling off the tape, so he could replace it without her knowing, he lifted the top open and looked in. What the hell? Frowning, he tipped the box out on the bed. There were four lingerie outfits, and all kinds of sex toys. Vibrators, butt plugs in different sizes, anal beads, nipple clamps, cock rings. Why the hell did she have this stuff?
He ripped off the tape on another box. This one had the same amount of lingerie, but in different designs, double ender dildos, micro stimulators, crotch-less underwear, strap-ons… Jesus Christ what was going on here? Taping back the boxes he opened, he arranged them back the way they were. He took note of the box on top, Wednesday night. That is tomorrow night. He wanted to know why she had all these boxes and why they had dates on them. He wasn’t going to confront her when she got home; he would wait until tomorrow and follow her if she left the house. Quickly walking back out towards the couch, he lay down and turned on the TV, waiting until she arrived.
* * *
After leaving the Anderson’s house, she couldn’t believe how many products she sold. Three thousand dollars in total, and she got 25 percent of the amount. She had never made seven hundred and fifty dollars in two hours’ work in her entire life. She had a ball at the Anderson’s house. They even rang several of their friends and got them to book a party with her. Although she was only doing this for a short period—to earn extra cash—after the night she had, she’d actually consider doing it longer than the original several months she had planned. She pulled into her driveway and decided to leave the box in the boot. She would grab it out when Nate wasn’t near. Throwing on her long coat, she made her way into her house. Hooking her bag up near the front door, she heard the TV on. Smiling, she walked over towards the couch. Leaning over, she kissed him on the cheek, “Hey. I’m just going to change, and I’ll be out.”
He grinned up at her, “Don’t be too long, gorgeous.”
Laughing, she made her way to her room. When she was done, Skylar walked into the kitchen. “Do you want a beer?” she called out.
“If you have one.” Nate sat up, making room for her. Skylar pulled two beers out and walked back.
“Here.” She passed his beer to him.
“Thanks.” He was still watching TV. Skyla
r moved in front of him and climbed onto his lap.
Lifting her beer to her lips, she took a sip and smiled at him. What the fuck was she wearing? He twisted the strap around his finger. “What’s this?” he asked.
She stood up, so he could get a better look. “It’s called a teddy.” Bright red lace, thin spaghetti straps, and it barely reached her pussy. He could see clearly the small, red lace G-string that was under it. Goddamn, was she trying to give him a bloody heart attack? His cock was as hard as steel and throbbing, and she could see it.
Smiling, she stepped back over to him, turned around, and sat on his lap, facing the TV. Fuck, there was absolutely no back to it. The straps went from her shoulders right down her back, and joined to the smallest amount of material that covered her ass. Lifting her legs over his, she spread them wider and moved back and forth, grinding her pussy against him. He pulled aside her G-string as she settled over his cock. Nate undid his jeans and Skylar reached down and grasped his thickness in her hand, positioning it against her opening. The wet warmth of her pussy gripped him like a fist as she took him all the way in. Nate gripped her hips as she rode him hard and fast, his hips meeting her thrust for thrust. He recklessly pounded into her. Nate lifted his hand and pinched her nipple hard, through the nightie. Skylar moaned, throwing her head back as she ground her pelvis against him. She stiffened and jerked against him.
Her mouth opened wide, screaming his name, and her nails dug into his thighs as she gave one last shudder. Nate didn’t stop; he lowered her onto the floor on her back and thrust into her, pummelling her into the floor with each drive of his hips. His orgasm hit him with a blinding force, and he collapsed on top of her, trembling with every last pulse of his release.
Nate lifted himself off of her and grinned. “Whoa, what was that for?” He reached for her hand and pulled her up against him.
“It was a surprise. That’s what I wanted to do when you were supposed to come over that night, but never did.” Skylar lost the smile that was on her face, and wrapped her arms around herself, moving away from him.
“No.” Nate stopped her from moving anywhere. “You’re not going to think about that, it’s in the past. And it will never bloody happen again!”
Skylar turned around in his arms, looking up at him, “Really?” God, she sure hoped so.
“Really.” He smiled down at her. “Let’s go to bed.” Turning off the TV and lights, they both walked down towards her room with her hand in his.
Sliding under the sheet, she watched Nate remove his jeans before he jumped in beside her. As he stretched out his arm, she crawled over and rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping his long arm around her. Smiling, she cuddled into his side and they both fell asleep together.
* * *
The next morning, Nate walked into Skylar’s laundry to grab his jeans and shirt that he had left days ago. He had to pick up the new lift kit and wiring for his pickup truck. As well as new rims, radiator’s for two cars, and other parts. Reaching in and pulling out clothes that were in the dryer, he started folding items and placed them on the bench beside the washing machine. Reaching in again, he pulled out a pair of black leather pants; he lifted them up and noticed they were Skylar’s. Where the hell did they come from? She had never worn anything like this in front of him, and if they were in here, where the bloody hell did she wear them? There was no way he would have let her leave this Goddamn house if he had seen her wearing them.
Thinking back to last night, he didn’t actually see what she was wearing when she came in, and now he knew why. Grabbing out the rest of the clothes, there was also a bloody red corset top.
Jesus Christ, why was she wearing this? God, by the look of the clothes, he knew the answer to that. He never thought that Skylar would actually do it, but then again, he never thought that Natalie would either. “Fuck.” He couldn’t go through this again. The last time was bad enough. Throwing back all the clothes into the dryer, he only had his stuff in his arms. Stomping out into the hallway he pulled on his jeans. Tonight she was going out with that bloody box, he knew it, and he just really hoped what was going on wasn’t what he was thinking. He planned to follow and see where she was going; he couldn’t take his truck, as she would know. He would ask his brother to borrow his and leave his truck there. She didn’t know what Greg’s car looked like and this was the only way to do it. Why was it, when he started to feel something more for someone, they went and did this? He didn’t want to find her with someone else; that would kill him. Leaving a note saying he would be over around nine tonight, he locked up and made his way to his truck. He really needed to talk to his brother and get his opinion.
* * *
Later that afternoon, Nate pulled up in his brother’s driveway. As he walked to the door, Greg slapped him on the back “Hey. What’s with the visit?” Closing the door behind them, they walked towards his study.
As he sat down, Nate asked, “I need to borrow your car, tonight.”
“Okay, what’s going on?”
“I think Skylar’s seeing someone behind by back,” he whispered.
“How do you know, did you see her with anyone?” Greg frowned.
“No, I found clothing in her dryer, that I haven’t seen her wear before,” Nate growled.
“Bro, that doesn’t mean she’s seeing anyone else.”
“It was a pair of leather pants and a red corset. She has never worn that for me, and she doesn’t just walk around her house wearing that kind of stuff.” Nate stood and stomped over towards the bar. Pouring a scotch, he tipped it against his lips, and felt the burn run down his throat.
“Maybe she just bought those, and washed them. A lot of women do that, you know.” Greg stood and walked to where he was.
“I doubt it,” he growled.
“Do you really want to accuse her of sleeping with someone other than you again? The last time you did that, it didn’t go down well.”
“I know, but this time is different, she had boxes stacked in her room with different days written on them.”
“And?” Greg said.
“I checked two of the boxes; there was lingerie in both as well as sex toys.”
“Maybe she’s into kinky stuff, Nate.”
“Yeah, right,” Nate snorted.
“Okay, well you do what you think is right, but if it comes back that she isn’t sleeping with anyone but you, I really don’t think Skylar will forgive you for that, man.”
“I know, I just want to see with my own eyes if she is.”
“Okay, but just be prepared if she is or not, Nate.”
“I will, Greg.”
Greg reached in, pulled out his keys, and tossed them to him. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”
“I’ll return your car later tonight. I’ll leave mine out back in the shed.”
“Sure.”
Walking out the back door, Nate unlocked Greg’s car and jumped in. Starting the engine, he reversed out, and headed for home. Pulling down his street, he parked two houses down, enough distance that he could still see her leave in Alex’s car. Leaning back into his chair, he huffed out a breath. He really didn’t want to do this, but he wanted to know if she was doing anything behind his back. Getting comfortable, he sat there waiting for her to leave her place.
* * *
Nate was leaning against a tree near the car when the porch light came on at Skylar’s house. He quickly jumped into the car and buckled up. He watched as she stepped down the stairs and went over to Alex’s car. Why was she wearing a trench coat? Shaking his head, he waited until she reversed out and drove up the street. Putting the car into gear, he pulled out and followed her. Twenty minutes later, they turned down Varley Road; he backed off as she slowed down and pulled into a driveway. Stopping the car, he pulled to the side and watched her. Skylar stepped out of the car, took off the coat and threw it on the seat. Jesus, she was wearing fishnet stockings, and the shortest skirt he had ever seen, that barely covered her ass. Leaning over she
fixed her thigh-high boots, and gave him a view that she was wearing a thong under it. Her top was the same as she wore the other night, a teddy. But this one was black, and the straps criss-crossed all the way down her back.
He frowned. Why would she be wearing that? She reached in and grabbed the box, then walked towards the door, smiling. A guy opened the door and smiled, leaning down he wrapped his arm around her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, as he pulled her inside.
Nate punched the steering wheel. “Fuck,” he yelled. This all confirmed what he thought; Skylar was sleeping with someone else. He wasn’t going to take this anymore. Starting the engine, he ripped it into gear and screeched off up the road and drove towards his brother’s house. Parking Greg’s car in the garage, he went to his truck and drove home.
