When Ellie returns, she has a grin as big as a Cheshire cat as she provides me a wink. I roll my eyes in her direction and pick up my cutlery.
‘Our first date,’ Nate mutters.
‘What?’ I keep my eyes diverted to my plate.
‘This, our first date,’ I turn to his statement, to watch him push a forkful of meatloaf into his mouth and chew, his blue eyes rising to mine.
‘Apart from the twelve hours of fucking, you mean?’ I whisper.
He grins, ‘still, this is our first date.’
‘Okay,’ I lift a fork of pasta into my mouth. ‘You remembered I’m going home, right?’
‘Not anytime soon,’ he states as if it’s his decision.
‘I have been contemplating flying home this weekend,’ I update him, quietly.
I feel him tense, beside me, ‘you’re not going home this weekend, London,’ he announces.
‘That isn’t your decision, Nate,’ I turn to him, staring him down.
He chuckles, ‘babe, you know that don’t work,’ he continues his meal.
Fury flows through me, ‘well, maybe you will wake up, and I’ll already be gone,’ I notify him, sulkily.
‘Not gonna happen, London,’ he takes a gulp of water from the bottle Ellie had placed before him. He turns, his finger and a thumb holding my chin up to his face, ‘know how I know that isn’t gonna happen?’ I say nothing. ‘Because baby, when you wake, I’ll be lying right next to you,’ he leans in and kisses me hard, as a warning.
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Chapter Eight
The next morning, true to his word, I wake up wrapped around Nate like ivy.
After finishing our meals at Ellie’s, which Nate insisted on paying for, we had walked back to Ollie’s apartment and talked. Not about the specifics of the investigation, but about how I feel about Ollie lying to me over the past four years. Lying by omission, was still a lie in my book. Nate listened, commented where he felt necessary and waited when I tried to explain how I felt about staying in Krystal.
He had ended the conversation by concluding that he couldn’t protect me in London and therefore insisted that I hang around in Krystal to enable him to take care of my safety. After reminding him that he had informed me that I was under no great threat, he told me talking time was over and lifted me off of my feet and threw me onto the bed.
Five seconds later, I couldn’t recall for the life of me, the subject at hand.
Sex with Nate was out of this world.
********
‘You awake?’ Nate calls.
‘Hmmm,’ I answer, drowsily.
‘Gonna tell my boss about us,’ he makes a move and in one swift motion I am underneath him, his hips pushing me down against the bed. I gaze up into his bright eyes and wrap my legs around his calves. To me, Nate looks even more stunning first thing in the morning. His tousled hair and heavy eyes do nothing to alleviate the growing infatuation I have recently realised I am having towards him.
‘Won’t it hinder the investigation?’ I ask, pushing my groin invitingly against his morning erection.
‘We’ll see, it’s not as if you are a suspect,’ he reasons. ‘You are the sister of the victim.’
‘And if he forbids it?’ I lift my lips to the crook of his neck and inhale his manly scent. ‘You smell of sex,’ I comment.
‘I should certainly hope so, the amount of it I had last night,’ he murmurs, distractedly. ‘He won’t forbid it. I may get a talking to, worst case scenario I’ll get taken off of the case.’
‘Is it worth it, I’ll be gone soon? I don’t want to cause problems for you and your future,’ I bite his shoulder, before running my tongue over it.
‘Oh, it’s worth it,’ he slides down and takes a nipple in between his teeth, biting down gently. ‘It’s worth it.’
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he runs his nose down the soft folds. ‘Now you also smell of sex, I like it a lot,’ I arch my back as he covers his mouth over my wetness, swirling his tongue against my core.
‘Nate,’ I breathe as he brutally sucks and licks me into submission. Just before I come he stops, ‘What the fuck, don’t stop, Nate,’ I pant.
‘No more talking about leaving, you get me?’ he purrs, blowing over my moist sex.
‘Don’t leave me hanging,’ I beg, my body screaming for release.
‘You hear me?’ he repeats.
‘Yes,’ I push myself up to him, and he sucks hard on my clitoris, immediately I am shuddering around his tongue as he laps me dry.
********
The next three weeks we fall into a natural routine. Nate is back and forth between Denver and Krystal, working Ollie’s investigation, but when he’s in Krystal, he’s in my bed. At first, people gawked, but after a few days, there were other things that took their attention. Krystal liked to know what was going on with their community, but once they knew, they left you to it.
The salon was becoming more and more popular as word got out that the girl from London, had actual hairdressing skills and a handful of beauty treatments up her sleeve, for a more than reasonable price. The girls dropped by for not only treatments, but just to say Hi, and chat about their days. Officer Frank, was almost a permanent fixture, passing by to sit and drink his coffee and talk to not only me, but my clients too. It was as if, Ollie’s was becoming a social gathering station. In the end, I bought another coffee machine and set it up at the front of the salon for my ‘friends’ to help themselves to on their regular visits.
Nate was progressing in the investigation but refused to confide any information obtained, reassuring me that they were getting closer to an arrest, or several arrests. I had no idea what to make of this new evidence, other than the conflicting ones I experienced that reminded me as soon as justice was served for my brother’s murder, I would have no further excuse to remain in Krystal.
On the Wednesday after Nate arrived back from Boston, he stopped by the salon for a coffee, as he had been doing for the past week, just as I was cutting Steve, from the gyms, hair.
‘Hi!’ I smiled as he sauntered in.
I observed as his eyes hit Steve’s in the mirror and turned arctic. I was at the front of Steve, cutting the front of his hair when he stepped up to me and kissed my cheek.
‘Hey babe,’ he muttered, before lifting his chin to Steve.
‘Hey man,’ Steve responded.
‘You still seeing Sherrie Burnett?’ Nate questioned.
‘Err, yeah, casually, you know,’ Steve replied, vaguely.
‘She know it’s casual?’ He probed, my mouth dropped open, what the fuck was he doing?
‘Nate!’ I muttered, stopping mid cut.
‘Yeah, babe?’ He asked, innocently.
‘Leave my clients alone, please,’ I fixed him with a glare that told him in no uncertain terms to back the hell off.
He flashed me his dimple, ‘just looking out for a friend,’ he defended.
‘How’s Chelle Marlon doing?’ Steve quips to Nate.
Fuck!
‘Last I heard, she’s doing well,’ Nate’s eyes penetrate Steve’s through the mirror, ‘seeing Sean Deakin, and I’m happy for her,’ Nate stated, his tone aggravated. ‘I suggest you keep your eyes off of my woman’s tits, man,’ and there we have it.
‘Nate!’ I scold him.
‘Nathan Austin is claiming a woman as his own, that’s hilarious,’ Steve forces a laugh.
‘That’s right, I suggest you absorb that knowledge pal, spread it around,’ Nate growls.
‘Out!’ I point to the front door of the salon, ignoring the leaping in my chest at Nate’s claiming.
Nate’s dimple makes an appearance as his eyes hit mine, ‘baby, you chucking me out?’
‘Fucking right, out now! I’ll deal with you later, this is my place of work,’ I remind him.
Steve chuckles, but Nate doesn’t care in the least. ‘See you tonight, London,’ and he exits the salon with a wink.
‘I’m so sorry abo
ut that,’ I apologize to Steve.
‘Not a problem,’ he grins. ‘To be fair, I was staring at your tits. They are great tits.’
‘You want me to chuck you out too, half finished?’ I tease.
‘No Ma’am,’ he grins.
Nate doesn’t appear again until later that evening as I am cashing up the day’s takings. He has the decency to eye me cautiously as he enters the front of the salon. He locks the door behind him.
‘You should lock the door when you close,’ he instructs.
‘I don’t think I am on speaking terms with you,’ I murmur, as he struts cockily across the room.
‘I told you I needed people to know you are mine, now they know. Steve was staring at your tits,’ Nate defends. ‘You need to dress appropriately for work, London. Your tits were in his face,’ he complains. I had dressed in one of my short floaty skirts and a black tank top, admittedly the skirt exposed my legs, but the top merely hinted at a cleavage. Tits or legs, never both, it’s an unspoken rule of fashion in my neighbourhood.
‘I don’t remember you complaining when my tits were in your face,’ I remind him.
‘I’m allowed to look,’ he moves around behind my stool set behind the small desk area and wraps his arms around me, to cup my breasts in his palms. ‘And touch,’ he whispers in my ear, ‘and suck,’ his fingers move down and push up my tank top to cup my naked breasts beneath my bra.
I moan, softly, as my body immediately heats. ‘God Nate, I can’t get enough of you,’ my head falls back against his shoulder and his mouth nibbles my neck. His fingers pinch my hardened nipples and the tingling travels down to my sex.
‘You wet for me, Sophie?’ The soft rumbling of his voice vibrates through me.
‘Absolutely,’ I breathe, as one of his hand's journeys downwards to my thigh before slipping upwards to slip beneath the scrap of lace covering my incredibly moist folds.
He hums, deep in his throat, ‘always ready for me,’ he hisses, as he strokes along the swollen lips. I open up my legs to provide him space to plunge deep inside with two fingers. ‘Stand up!’ He commands. I comply. ‘Stay facing the front, lean on the counter,’ I stretch over to hold on the edge of the ledge, opening my legs wide.
Desire surges through me; I can see the activity of the sidewalk beyond the windows of the salon, people making their way home after a day’s work or shopping.
He switches the lights off, providing us the view but preventing anyone from outside from spying us as they continue their journey. If they stopped, however, and peered in the window, we would be in full view.
He lifts my skirt and pulls my underwear down and off my legs, and I am almost climaxing at the mere thought of Nate fucking me here and now. My breathing is erratic as I feel his hands slide over the cheeks of my backside as he groans lightly. ‘I want to fuck you anywhere and everywhere,’ he hisses as he drops and licks up the length of my core.
‘Oh God,’ I moan, pushing back against his probing tongue.
‘You are drenched,’ he sucks and licks sending my insides crazy with need.
‘Fuck me, Nate,’ I growl from between my teeth.
‘Jesus, fuck!’ He whispers before I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance.
‘Hard, I want it hard,’ I demand.
Grasping my hips, I bend over further, elbows to the desk, as he plunges inside my aching sex over and over, drilling into me as my body savours every stroke, I love this, I love him. Fuck! ‘I’m going to come,’ I groan, my body exploding into a million pieces as he continues the glorious assault.
‘Hold on tight to the counter,’ he instructs as he grasps my thighs and lifts my legs, like a wheelbarrow, to his sides.
‘Oh my God,’ I am still pulsing around his steel-like cock as he pushes deeper, through the enhanced position, igniting another flame as he thrusts hard and fast, I feel his stride quicken, his cock twitch, and I feel myself rebuilding for an almighty release. ‘Jesus fucking Christ,’ he plants deep and growls at the same time I experience the biggest orgasm of my life, my arms shaking with the tension of holding myself up as I cry out his name, my body shuddering with an intensity I have never before practiced.
Still, inside me, Nate holds my weight as I almost collapse onto the counter, my head against the hard surface. ‘I think I died,’ I groan, as his lips find the crook of my neck and attempt a chuckle, which sounds more like a rasp of breath.
‘You are something spectacular, London,’ he pushes my skirt down and leans and collects my underwear, before turning me to face him and enveloping me in his arms. ‘Best fuck of my life,’ his lips touch mine, and he seduces me unnecessarily with his kiss.
********
‘You’re not wearing that,’ Nate mutters, his eyes falling the length of my body.
‘Fuck you, I wear what I like,’ I scold him, pushing my feet into my strappy sandals, providing him a look that exposes my irritation, in no uncertain terms.
‘I can see your pussy,’ he complains, his jaw tense.
‘It’s a good job you’ve already seen it then,’ I grab one last look into the mirror and turn to exit the apartment, ignoring the daggers from his critical gaze.
It is Thursday night, and I promised Ellie I would join her and the girls for a drink at the Karaoke bar. Nate was meeting Eli, who was due back from Boston after staying on to do some further probing, to go over his findings before meeting me in the bar later.
I had dressed in cream lace shorts, which were cut high on my thighs, and a mink camisole top, which hinted at my rounded breasts, along with my strappy sandals. I looked good; I felt fantastic, copious amounts of sex will do that to you, adding a flush to my otherwise fair complexion.
‘See you there,’ I called out before slamming the door behind me, with a grin stretched across my face, I loved sparring with Nate, for us it was foreplay.
When I entered Jessie’s, the place was heaving, as it had been weeks ago when I was dragged in by Ellie. I glance around for the girls and find a few of them seated in the same corner of the bar as my last visit. Ellie hadn’t arrived yet, but Beth and a couple of the girls were already hitting the Tequila hard.
I join them and chat for a while, mainly about hair and manicures seeing as the girls were now regular visitors to the salon. They were a lovely group of girls, with a limited amount of bitchiness, well as far as I could tell, so far.
When Ellie finally arrived, I was on beer number two and Tequila shot number three and already feeling the heady effects of the alcohol. She waltzed in her face flushed with happiness; I guess she had seen Eli, her flush being the result of a recent orgasm. I grinned knowingly, and she giggled as she followed my train of thought.
When the men swaggered through the door, at gone nine-thirty, Ellie and I were both tipsy and incredibly pleased to see them. They made their way directly to the bar, to collect a beer each, before sauntering over towards us.
I watched Nate approach, our eyes fixed as he stopped just short of my personal space. My heart pitter-patters in my chest as he leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips. He wasn’t mad at me anymore.
‘You look striking,’ he murmurs down into my eyes.
I imagine in the world of Nate that is as good as an apology.
‘Thank you,’ I smile sweetly. ‘Do we get makeup sex?’ I ask, gazing up through my haze of alcohol.
‘You get sex, any way you want it,’ he mutters, bringing his hand around my waist and pulling me against him. ‘I love that you’re a fucking nymphomaniac,’ he cups my backside, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
‘Yeah? I flirt.
‘Oh yeah,’ his eyes are alight with desire as they regard me intently, my stomach tips, and I can hardly breathe.
‘That’s good to know seeing as I left my battery operated boyfriend in London, so…’ I lift my lips and place them on his, ‘I may need help with a little problem. You see, I get horny when I drink, and I have drunk a considerable amount of alcohol tonight,’ I leave th
e rest to his imagination.
His palm cups my jaw and he kisses me full on, his velvet tongue stroking seductively against mine leaving me giddy and gasping. ‘Bring it on, London.’
The rest of the night was wild. The girls were all kicking back and enjoying the reprieve from their work weeks. The men simply stood by with tolerant amusement. Every time I glanced over to Nate, his eyes held mine with a promise of what he was going to do to me when we got back to the apartment. He had stopped pretending to drop his belongings off at Marnie’s this past week and arrived instead with his weekend bag in his clutches. He hadn’t spent a night at the hotel since we returned from Boston.
It is towards the end of the night, as I am making my way to the restroom, that I receive a sense of unease, as if someone was watching me. Shaking it off as paranoia, I continue my path down the small corridor towards the ladies’ bathroom, and find myself shoved from behind with force into a doorway, that has a plaque with private, printed on it.
I screech, unexpectedly, at the heavy thud of a body against mine. ‘What the fuck!’ I groan, winded as I hit against a wall, in the pitched dark.
‘Don’t move, bitch!’ A crazed voice spits against my ear. I feel the sharpness of a blade pushed against my cheek and my lungs empty of oxygen.
‘What do you want?’ My voice is breathy, fright evident in the trembling of my tone.
‘What I want is the twenty-three grand your brother owed me, whore!’ He growls into my neck.
‘I don’t have that kind of money,’ I mumble, a ball of tension holding deep in the pit of my stomach.
‘Then, I suggest you find it, slag,’ the vehemence of his words sends spittle flying to my cheek.
‘I don’t have any means of getting it,’ I sob.
‘You have forty-eight hours to get the cash. I’ll be in touch.’ He digs the knife in deeper to my cheek. I’ll be watching you, whore, when you fuck that boyfriend of yours,’ his tone is thick, threatening.
‘Please,’ I am begging for my life.
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