by Angel Steel
As Nate walked into his workshop, Dom asked him, “What are you smiling about?”
“I got the results back about William.”
“And?”
“I’m not the father,” Nate said.
Dom wiped his hands and went up to him. “That’s great news, Nate. We should go out and celebrate,” he said, slapping him on the back.
“We will, after I tell Skylar the good news.”
“Let me know when you want to go.”
“I will,” he yelled, already on his way over to Skylar’s house. As he pushed her door open, he called out, “Anyone home?”
He walked in, hearing Alex call from the lounge room “Yeah.”
“Hey guys.”
“Hey,” both Craig and Alex answered.
“When is Skylar getting back? I have some news for her.”
Craig and Alex both looked at each other. “She won’t be back for three days, Nate.”
“Where did she go?”
“What’s the news you have for her?” Alex asked.
“I got the results back; I’m not William’s father.”
“That’s great news,” Alex said.
“Where is Skylar, Craig?”
Craig sighed, “She needed to do something, down south.”
“What?”
“Skylar will be happy about the news,” Alex answered him.
“What did she have to do down there?” Nate asked, starting to get frustrated.
“I can’t tell you that, Nate. She has to.”
“Don’t give me that shit again, Craig. I’m sick of finding out last. What the fuck is going on?” Nate snarled.
“Answer one question for me then,” Craig said.
“What?” he growled.
“Have you figured out what you want with Skylar?” Craig asked him.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with her, Craig,” he whispered.
“Good enough for me.” Craig stood and walked over towards the fridge, lifted a piece of paper, and handed it to Nate.
“This is where she is staying down there. If what you told me is true, you need to go now.”
Nate looked at the address Craig gave him.
“Why is she going here?” Why did she have to go all the way down there for something?
“You’ll have to find out yourself, if she decides to tell you, man.”
“Thanks.”
“Good luck, Nate.”
Nate wasted no time taking off towards his place. Throwing items into a bag, he grabbed his wallet and keys. He ran to his truck, threw his bag over the front, and screeched out of his driveway to find Skylar.
* * *
Driving south down the Willoughby highway, she was only two hours away from the abortion clinic she was going to. She was never one to do this, and never believed in it, either. But it was the only thing she could do. She wanted Nate and her to go through this pregnancy together. She sobbed some more.
After an hour, she pulled over and leaned her head against the steering wheel; she couldn’t go through with this. How could she think of aborting their child, without telling Nate about it? Wiping the tears from her face, she put the car in gear and drove back to a motel she went past a little bit ago. She parked and paid for a room. She grabbed her stuff, opened the door, and dumped her bag on the ground.
* * *
Driving down the highway, Nate’s phone beeped. Picking it up, he read the message.
Skylar has stopped at the Bridgewater motel on route 38.
Relieved that she had stopped and he didn’t have to drive all over the countryside to find her, he turned down the next exit. Doing a U-turn, he drove back the way he came, looking for the motel she stopped at. Thirty minutes later he pulled into the motel and saw her car parked in front of a room. Nate parked and went to the door, hoping he had the right room. Raising his hand, he knocked lightly.
Skylar was getting out of the bathroom when she heard a knock at the door. She frowned. Who could that be? She only had rung the pizza place ten minutes ago. Opening the door slowly, she lost her breath. “Nate, what are you doing here?” Nate pushed himself into the room, closing the door behind him and wrapped his arms around her.
“Jesus, baby. What are you doing down here?”
Skylar sobbed into his chest, “You shouldn’t be here, Nate?” She pushed him away, and walked into the bathroom.
Nate followed her to the bathroom. “Why do you keep running from me, Skylar?” he asked, pushing the door open.
“Go home, Nate. I don’t want you here.” She needed all the strength she had to tell him that.
“Sorry, darling. I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on, and why you’re down here,” he answered, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Get out,” she yelled. She couldn’t do this with him right now. She wasn’t feeling her best to begin with, and this wasn’t helping.
“Tell me what I want to know first.”
Skylar shook her head; she couldn’t tell him.
Nate walked up to her, and spun her around, “Craig said if I come up here to find you and ask what was going on, you’d tell me why you’re acting like this.”
Skylar cried more. She really wanted to tell him she was pregnant, but telling him the reason why she was up here would upset him more. She shook her head. She was seeing stars and knew she was going to pass out again. She pushed past him and made it halfway towards the bed.
“Skylar.”
Nate knew there was something wrong as she didn’t look good at all. She was pale and when she turned around her eyes rolled back into her head as her legs gave out. Nate launched himself towards her and caught her before she hit the floor. Why did she keep passing out? Nate lifted her against his chest and walked over to the bed. He sat with her on his lap, brushing her hair out of her face. He didn’t want to let her go, but he laid her down on the bed and went to grab a wet wash rag. There was another knock on the door.
He answered the door and grabbed the pizza from the delivery guy and placed it on the table. He made his way back to Skylar and wiped her face to cool her down.
“Skylar,” he whispered. He waited for her to wake up or say something to him. After a while, he realized she wasn’t waking up. Blowing out a breath, he went and grabbed his bag from his truck and jumped in the shower to clean himself up.
* * *
Skylar opened her eyes. She was so over passing out. She was definitely going to say something about it to the doctor at her next appointment. She sat up and rubbed her face. She heard the shower running and realized that Nate must be still here. She didn’t want him here, but thinking of him in the shower with water running down his chest and over his stomach, made her moan at the vision she had of him. She missed touching him, the taste of him in her mouth and the feel of him inside of her made her sex clench. Her nipples were hard, and she could feel her juices flowing. She wanted to move her hand down her body and bring herself to orgasm before he got out, but that wouldn’t be enough. She wanted him. All of him.
She let out a breath and tried to erase the thought from her head. The bathroom door opened and Nate walked out, dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. God almighty, how the hell was she going to get that image of him out of her head now with him standing like that right in front of her? Watching several droplets of water stream down his body, she licked her lips.
“You look a bit better. Do you want something to eat?” he asked, walking over to where he placed the pizza. She wanted food, but it wasn’t food she was thinking about right now. Nate grabbed a slice for her and handed it to her.
“Thanks,” she whispered, taking a bite of the pizza. Her stomach was growling since she hadn’t eaten much at all. She watched Nate with his back to her and wondered why he was really here. He should be at home playing family with his son, she thought. Taking another bite, she realized something tasted funny on her slice. Frowning, she asked, “Are there anchovies on the pizza?”
Nate lifted the box and looked, “Yeah, there is.” He turned around and glanced at her.
“Oh, shit,” she said, throwing her hand over her mouth and launching herself towards the bathroom.
“What the hell?” Nate said. He heard her throwing up and went after her, finding her hunched over the toilet. Standing behind her, he held her hair out of her face.
“You shouldn’t be in here, Nate,” she said.
“Where else do you expect me to be?” Nate answered her.
She swatted his hand away from her and lifted herself up. “I need a shower,” she whispered. He was about to say something but she beat him to it. “Alone.”
He nodded. “I’ll be out here if you need me.” Skylar watched as he left her there. She wanted him with her, but couldn’t bring herself to say it to him. Switching on the water, she stepped in and let it run over her tired, stressed body. Sliding down the wall, she wrapped her arms around her legs and cried softly. Once the water started going cold, Skylar got up and reached for a towel. She opened the door and went straight to the bed to lay down and close her eyes.
Chapter 23
Nate couldn’t put his finger on what the problem could be, but he was really worried about Skylar with her puking and passing out.
He watched as she came out of the bathroom a half-hour later. The sight of her in a towel was killing him, especially when it rose up when she laid down beside him. He had to look away from her or he’d end up taking her. He told himself he couldn’t do anything to her, that she wasn’t feeling well, but the moment he saw her at the door he wanted her; he had been hard for her ever since she told him she didn’t want to see him. No amount of jerking off at the thought of her naked beneath him had worked. It only made it worse.
Hours later he was through with attempting to sleep. He got up and called for room service to bring a bottle of rum up to the room. Once it arrived, he poured a decent amount in a glass and threw it down his throat. Jesus, he missed the burn. He poured another and looked over as Skylar rolled to his side, watching the towel come away from her body. He could never forget the sight of her gloriously naked like that.
He couldn’t help it anymore; moving to the end of the bed, his gaze travelled up her body, devouring every inch. Sitting on the bed, he removed her towel and leaned over to place a kiss on her thigh. Lowering himself further, he began at her ankle and kissed his way up her leg.
Skylar moaned in her sleep as he continued to tease, until he reached her sex. Nate placed a kiss on her hip, allowing his tongue to glide over her skin. When he grazed her with his teeth, Skylar spread her legs apart and bent her knees, giving him better access. As he placed a kiss above her clit, she let out a moan of disappointment. Looking up, he noticed she was awake.
“What do you want, baby?” Nate slid his hand slowly up her leg, caressing her before teasing and stroking her pussy. She closed her eyes and arched her back as he slid his finger deep inside her. “You’re so wet, baby. I need to taste you.” The second the words left his mouth, his tongue replaced his finger. He parted her folds and circled her throbbing clit with his thumb, then pressed two fingers deep inside her while sucking her clit into his mouth.
“Nate,” she gasped, her muscles tensing as she felt her orgasm approaching.
“What do you want?” he growled. That growl sent a shiver straight through her clit to her core. As he sucked on her clit again, she pleaded, “I want you inside of me, Nate.”
“I am inside of you.” He pushed his finger into her again to remind her.
“Your cock,” she gasped. “I want your cock inside of me.” She was getting hotter by admitting what she wanted from him.
“Inside you where, baby. Tell me.” He tortured her with a quick stroke of his tongue over her clit and then swirling it around. “Tell me,” he demanded. His hand moved and lingered near her ass. Lowering his head again, he sucked her clit harder and thrust his fingers deeper inside of her.
“Oh, God.” She moaned louder at his actions as he continued to drive her crazy.
“In my pussy,” she pleaded with him, tangling her hands in his hair and lifting her hips against his mouth. Ignoring her request, he pumped his fingers inside her until she was so close to the mind-blowing orgasm that she couldn’t think. Just as her muscles began to tense, he stopped and crawled up her body. He positioned himself at her dripping entrance and buried his enormous cock deep inside of her with a single thrust. Skylar screamed his name as his entrance triggered her orgasm. Nate remained still, until she felt the waves of pleasure begin to subside.
The sensation of him filling her to the core was incredible; she missed it. She couldn’t take it anymore; she shifted beneath him to feel him move inside of her and dug her nails into his back. “You need to move,” she gasped. Nate thrust into her, keeping his pace slow, teasing, and driving her crazy with desire. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she met him thrust for thrust.
Nate increased the speed. She moved her hands lower and grabbed his ass, pulling him harder against her. Nate slammed into her even harder. She panted as another orgasm came over her body. Her muscles twitched around his hard cock, making him growl out. Buried deep inside of her, Nate wrapped his arms around her and rolled so she was on top of him.
Skylar watched as Nate reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumb stroking her nipples. Whimpering at the feeling, she leaned over and sucked one of his nipples into her mouth. Nate removed one of his hands from her breast and moved down to rub her sensitive clit. She let out a moan as he increased the pressure and speed of his fingers over her clit. Nate pulled her down for a kiss, sucking on her lower lip, causing her to moan again. Moving his lips down her neck to her breast, he gently bit her erect nipple, making her scream louder.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” Taking her hand, he placed it between their bodies at the base of his cock. As her fingers pressed against him, she felt him grow harder beneath her. Lifting her hand higher, he brushed it over her clit, encouraging her to touch herself. “I want you to touch yourself,” he growled. She started to move her fingers over her clit and moaned as she tugged at it. Nate grew harder inside of her at the sight in front of him. Quickening her pace, she shifted her hips, grinding against him. His hand came up and covered hers to slow her down. “Not yet, baby.”
Skylar concentrated on keeping her paces slow, moaning louder and throwing her head back as she felt another orgasm building. Skylar’s moans increased as Nate lifted himself beneath her and sucked on her nipple, while pinching the other between his fingers. She struggled to remain still. “Nate, please,” she moaned.
“Just a little bit more, baby,” he said, groaning around her nipple.
“I need you.”
“I know baby, not much longer now.”
She continued to stroke herself, but couldn’t keep her hips still. Skylar started moving against him at every stroke of her fingers. Lying back down on the bed, his hands gripped her ass and she allowed him to lead. “Harder, Nate.” He pulled her against him, but it wasn’t enough. “More,” she moaned.
Growling, he rolled them over, and shifted her legs to his shoulders. He began pounding into her, hard. “Yes,” she cried out. He slammed into her hard and fast and she loved it; the harder he pounded, the louder her moans were. As she screamed out his name, her orgasm ripped through her and she swore she saw stars. He was helpless as her pussy milked him and tore away his control. Nate yelled her name and felt his come shoot into her. Nate collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged and his muscles trembling beneath her touch. He rolled to his side and pulled her into his embrace, breathing heavily.
As he held her tighter against him, she rolled over to face him. “Why did you come here, Nate?”
He looked down at her as she leaned up on his arm, “I wanted to tell you something,” he told her.
Skylar sat up and covered herself with the sheet. “What?”
“I got the results from the DNA test I took.”
Skylar got out of bed and wrapped the sheet around her body. He had come to tell her that he was the father, how could he do that do her? “I don’t want to know, Nate,” she ran to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Frowning, he got up and went to the door. “Baby, it’s good news,” he said through the door.
“For whom. You or me?”
“For both of us.”
“So, you’re going to tell me that you’re not the father, am I right?” she whispered.
“Yes, that’s what I was going to tell you,” he said.
“Really, and the sex had nothing to do with it at all?”
