by Angel Steel
“Around eight months. I need to go over there, you good here, for a bit?”
“Yeah, I’m good, Nate. Are you going to explains things to her?”
“Yes, I am. She keeps jumping to conclusions about every female I am around, and it’s getting on my bloody nerves. She never asks who they are or what is going on, just thinks the worst, every time.”
“I understand, Nate, I do. But, I also see it from her point. I was the same with your brother, and you two aren’t saints, I tell ya.” She laughed.
“I know but I haven’t been with anyone but her since we initially broke up. Don’t get me wrong, I have tried but she is all I think about now. This is the longest I have gone without sex, ever.”
“Nate, I seriously don’t need to know about your sex life. Too much information, please. Just go over and talk to her and explain why I am here, ok. She will understand.”
“I hope so; I don’t know how much longer I can do this,” Nate mumbled.
“Everything will work out, in good time.”
“Thanks, I’ll catch up with you later. If it doesn’t work out too well I’ll be going to the pub.”
“Have faith, Nate.”
He did have faith in certain things, but with Skylar, it was a completely different story. As he walked over towards her house, going over everything in his head between them, he heard her scream from the back. He took off, running around to the back and then inside, trying to figure out from which room the screams emanated. And then he found her.
Skylar was bent over the laundry sink holding the tap, water spurting everywhere. He moved up behind her and wrapped his hands around the flowing tap. As water sprayed all over him, he asked, “What happened?”
“The water wasn’t going into the washing machine, so I pulled it off to see what was wrong, and as soon as I did, I got covered in water,” Skylar explained, panting for breath, and completely drenched, as was he.
Standing there, pressed up behind her soaking wet body, had him instantly hard. She felt amazing against him, and images flashed before his eyes of the two of them naked, in the shower, and in the exact room they were in now.
He groaned as his hips moved forward just slightly on their own, knowing exactly where he wanted to be the most. She stiffened in his arms, and he knew she felt his erection against her ass, so he backed away from her a bit. As she turned around and faced him, the clothes she wore were stuck to her body, and see-through as the water dripped from them. He could not help that his eyes roamed over her wet body. His cock grew further, and strained painfully against his jeans.
He watched as she did the same to him and her eyes stayed glued to his pants, knowing there was no way she could miss the hard erection against his zipper.
He cleared his throat and her eyes shot to his. “Umm, you can take a shower if you want,” she whispered.
“No, you go first, Sky.”
Nodding, she moved past him and down the hall. How was he going to deal with knowing she was in the shower wet, again, while he was out here? Damn, I don’t want to think of that image at all. He wanted her, with everything he had. It had been too long since the last time they were together.
Ripping his shirt and jeans off, he threw them in the dryer, and found a towel in the laundry. He could hear the water running from where he was standing, and it drove him insane. Although he wanted inside of her body, badly, he needed to prove to her that what they had wasn’t just about sex. Walking into the kitchen, he poured himself a drink, and looked out in the yard.
He did not know how long he had been standing there, when he finally felt her move into the room. His body was on fire, ready for her, and he knew to his soul that she was ready for him, too. He caught her moving towards the fridge out of the corner of his eye, and turned around slowly.
Clad in only a towel, hugging her body tightly, she leant forward and pulled something out of the fridge. He groaned as the towel tightened over her ass, and rose further up her body.
“I threw my clothes in your dryer, hope you don’t mind.”
“That’s fine, can’t have you walking back to your place in only a towel,” she replied as she stared at his body, blushing. It wasn’t hard to miss his erection as it tented the front of the towel. “Umm, do you want something to eat or drink, while you wait?”
“I only want you,” he mumbled, softly.
“Pardon?”
“I’ll have whatever you’re having, Sky.”
Sky grabbed a beer out for him, as well as a bottle of water for herself, and placed it on the counter for him.
“How is the baby going?” He needed to get his mind off of her, in any way he could.
“Yeah, good. I have a check-up next week, normal tests that need doing. Then, going shopping with Craig for the cot and car seat, and whatever else that I need but don’t have yet.”
“Ok. How is the room coming along?”
“Slow, I haven’t done much in there; everything I have is in the garage still in boxes. Clint’s coming over and helping with the room, just need to let him know when.”
Nate growled as she mentioned Clint’s name. He hated that she spent time with him; he knew that he was her brother in law, but it didn’t mean he had to actually like the damn guy.
“I can help out, I’m not doing much.”
“Nate, I think that you helping would be a bad idea.”
“Why, you need someone to finish painting the room and to set up the furniture. I’m here, plus I want to be involved as much as you will let me, Sky.”
“Ok, but I’m sure you will regret offering. I’ll show you now, what needs to be done.”
He inclined his head in the direction of the hall and then followed her out of the kitchen. He tried really hard not to stare at her ass, failing miserably. His eyes were glued there, her hips moving from side to side as she walked, and he held in his groan as she rounded the corner and stopped in front of the spare room.
Every ounce of blood drained from his head and went south; he could not help the visions of her under him. Damn, I have to get this shit under control. He tried his best to adjust himself without her knowing by walking into the room, not facing her.
“Are you alright, Nate?”
“Peachy, so what do you want done in here?”
She walked over to the closet and opened it, showing him everything that was in it. “There is only one wall left needing a base coat, and once that is done, I have paint in here for the feature wall. Then, the furniture that is out in the garage needs to be put together.”
“Ok, sure, I can do all that. When do you want it done by?”
Skylar stepped up to him and touched his arm as she spoke. “Nate, you seem agitated, are you sure you want to do this? I can still get Clint to do it.”
“No, I offered to do this, Sky. And I’m fine.” He brushed past her and stopped at the door. He needed to get away from her, any longer around her and he’d have her naked and in bed, where he wanted her most.
“Did I do or say something wrong?” she whispered.
“You haven’t done anything wrong, baby. It’s what I want you to do, but I know isn’t going to happen.” He shrugged his shoulders, and then walked out towards the laundry, ready to retrieve his clothes. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, after all.
“What do you want me to do?”
Slapping his hand over his face, exasperated, he really had not expected her to ask just exactly that. He leaned down, pulled out his clothes and turned, facing her. He heard her gasp as he dropped his towel. Once he had his jeans on, he zipped them up slowly over his cock, leaving the button undone.
He lifted the shirt over his head. Avoiding her questioning gaze, he knew he could not answer what she had asked. “I need to go.”
Skylar moved as quickly as she could and stopped in front of him at the door, keeping him from leaving. “What do you want me to do, Nate?” she asked again.
“Answer a question for me first.”
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“Have you slept with anyone, since we broke up?” He needed to know. It didn’t matter to him, though he’d be pissed about it, but he wanted to know if she had.
“No, I haven’t been with anyone since you,” she admitted.
“Good. I’ll tell you now since I can see it playing on your mind. You are the only one I have slept with, and before you say anything, the girl in my house is my sister in law, Jasmine. She and her boys are staying with me until my brother gets back from a trip. She doesn’t like staying home when he isn’t there. Even though he has it wired up with enough security in it, I’m surprised he knows what everything is. And the only time I was with someone was at Christmas, and I’m so sorry for what I did then. What we have between us, I want all of it, nothing less.” He moved forward and stood in front of her, and lifted his hand to her cheek, “I want you, Sky. I have always wanted you. Never stopped wanting you. You are all I think about. I can’t get anything done; all my thoughts are of you, and only you. I want this to work between us. I can’t deal with you being with someone else. Just that thought alone kills me inside.”
“I really want that too, with you, but it’s hard knowing what you have done to me. I know I’m not perfect, but it hurts seeing you with someone else, too. I’m really trying to trust you, I am.”
“I know you are, darling, and I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through, but I promise you, everything I do from now on, is only for you. I have been aching for you for so long. I’m surprised I don’t have blue balls.” At that, they broke into a fit of laughter.
Nate captured her mouth with his and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him further into her, where they both wanted to be. His hand slid down and tugged at the towel till it dropped to the ground. “God, you are beautiful, baby.”
“No, I’m not. I’m fat, Nate.” She chuckled.
“Not to me, you’re not. You’re perfect in every fuckin’ way!” he growled.
He moved her backwards towards her room, laid her gently down on the bed, and then just stood there, gazing down at her body. Her hand shot out and she wrapped as much as she could around his erection, and he let out a moan at the contact.
He heard the zipper come down and then her hand was inside of his jeans, moving over him. He wasn’t going to last, he was already on the verge of coming just from seeing her in a bloody towel.
“Baby, this is going to be over too quickly if you keep that up.”
Giggling, she moved away from him and further up the bed, spreading her legs. “Why are you still standing there for then?”
Groaning at the sight in front of him, he crawled up the bed and latched onto her nipple. Her back arched off the bed and she whimpered as he nipped lightly, while her hips grinded against him.
She lifted her legs around him as her nails scratched up his back, making him cry out. Trying to control his breathing, he propped himself up on his hands, looking down at her. Grinning wickedly, he slid down her body, lightly kissing everywhere he could, until he was between her legs. Her aroma hit him like nothing before, making his mouth water as her taste lingered on the tip of his tongue.
“Pinch your nipples, baby. Let me see you do that for me.”
As she reached down to do exactly that, he swirled his fingers around her opening, and more of her juices coated his fingers before he pushed them inside of her. Her core clenched so hard he thought she would break them.
Her head fell back against the pillow and her eyes rolled upwards, her hips lifting, urging him to move his fingers. He was going to take his time, whether she liked it or not.
As his fingers slid in and out of her, her foot snuck out and start rubbing over him. The way her toes massaged along him, had him shooting his hips forward, wanting more.
“Nate, I need more, please,” she panted.
“Want more of what, sweetheart, this?” He slowly pulled his fingers out and then plunged them back into her, harder. She moaned louder, letting go of her nipples to grip the sheet beside her. Nate pushed her legs further apart, watching as his fingers disappeared deep inside of her pussy.
His cock was throbbing painfully as she clenched around his fingers. Pulling them out, he slipped them in his mouth, tasting her. God, I love the taste of her.
Moving up between her legs, he lifted one as much as he could without hurting her. “I need to be inside of you, now. I can’t wait any longer.”
He leaned back a little as he started pushing in, loving how she gripped him. Pulling out, then thrusting back in further, inch by inch, he eased himself inside, loving how she thrashed around on the bed before he was even fully inside of her. Once he was seated fully in, he panted, “You alright, babe?”
“Yes, you have to move, Nate, now. I’m close,” she pleaded.
She twisted her hips more to the left to make herself comfortable, as he pulled out and pushed in, deeper. He did this several times, twisting his own hips. He knew exactly when he hit that magic spot deep inside of her as she arched full of the bed. He had to hold her down or she might have knocked him off the bed.
Her hands gripped his shoulders as she screamed out his name at the force of the orgasm. He followed only seconds behind her. As they laid there panting for breath, his phone dinged with a message. He knew he should have left it at home, but he was waiting for a phone call.
Reaching over the edge of the bed, he read the text. Damn, he wasn’t up to working right then.
“Baby, I have a truck coming in that needs some work. I’ll come over tonight and we can have dinner together, how does that sound?” he said as he got up off the bed and pulled on his jeans.
“Sounds good. Just let me know when you’re done, I need to duck into town for a couple of things before you come over.”
“I shouldn’t be that long, maybe three hours max, but will let you know. Is anyone going with you when you go into town?”
“No, I can go by myself, Nate. I’m not a child.”
“I know you’re not, Sky. But you are pregnant and I want someone with you at all times just in case something happens. Can you do that for me, please?”
“Fine, I’ll ask Craig if he will go with me.”
“Thank you.” Leaning over the bed, he kissed her hard, not wanting to pull away after. “I’ll see you later on.”
After that, he left. He wanted to spend more time with her, proving that he had changed for himself, for her, and their unborn child. He couldn’t wait to be a father. He was stupid when he had thought at one stage that he didn’t want his child.
He wanted many more after this one, and only with Skylar. She was his everything. He loved her more than anything in the world, and would continue to for the rest of his life.
Chapter 37
Joey sat at his desk going through all of the applications for the job he was offering. Why did it have to be so difficult to pick someone? It wasn’t a hard job, but he wanted someone that he didn’t have to train, someone that had the skills already. He didn’t have time to train them, which is why the want ad he placed in the local paper listed experience was required.
He had it down to four people: two woman and two males. As this job was for handling the bar and only a little waitressing, even though he wasn’t sexist at all, he figured a male would be better suited for the position.
But, both the women had enough experience to run the place if he wasn’t around, which was a good thing to him. As he waited for the first to arrive for their interview, he went over the orders that he needed to place for the week. He really needed a secretary for his office. Things were lying around, not in their right place, and half the time he could not find what he was looking for.
After the first two had come in, he started to get nervous. Mark, the first guy, he didn’t like. He would be more trouble than he was worth, and the woman, Jesus. None of his male workers would actually get any work done. She would bring in the customers for sure, but a lot of bar fights would happen if he hired her.
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The other guy couldn’t make the interview and rescheduled for the next day, leaving the last female. The one with the most experience. Glancing at the clock, he saw that she was late by twenty minutes, not a good sign on his part. This was an interview for a job, bad first impression.
Sitting there staring out the window, he was glad that he had finally gotten over his infatuation with Chantal. He still loved her, don’t get him wrong, but it was one-sided. He would do anything for her, anything she asked, but no more sleeping with her; it was not well for his heart.
As he was going over his thoughts, there was a knock at the door. Turning in his seat, his breath seized up in his lungs. The woman standing at the door was breathtaking. Long brown hair, up in a ponytail, tight leggings moulded to her legs, which went on forever, and a loose white top, concealing what was underneath. Her figure was tiny compared to his, really tiny. By the look of her standing at the door, she would come up to his chest.
Joey crossed his arms over his chest. “Can I help you?”
“Hi, umm, I’m here for the bartender and waitressing job you advertised,” she answered.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Kristen Murdock.”
“Take a seat.”
He watched as she walked over and sat opposite him, damn the site of her in those leggings had him hard instantly. He was glad to have the desk in between them to hide his growing erection. Not a good thing to display in front of a potential employee. Her gaze never left his. Those green eyes of hers, there was something that drew him in. Something that felt familiar to him, like he had seen them before. He looked back to her name on the paper in front of him. The name didn’t ring any bells with him.
“So, first up, you do realise that you are late for this interview, right?”
“Sorry, I was having car troubles.”
“Well, next time remember to maybe leave a little earlier than the time that you need to be somewhere.”
“Excuse me? I did, I left an hour early for this interview,” she snapped back.
Well, she is a feisty one. He grinned, baiting her. “Next time, maybe get a lift to be on the safe side, then.”
