Chapter 54 You want me to hide in the bathroom?
Like him and I was a different lifetime ago.
But when he steps back into it … I guess I just don’t know.
Still, no matter how I feel, I will do the right thing. I will tell Pine about me and Natte. I just have to find the right moment.
I move my mouth close to Natte’s, but instead of kissing his lips, I dip my head and kiss the scar on his chin, pressing my lips gently to it. He still has the same scar he had when I was younger.
He sharps in a breath and I clear understand I've made a mistake, a fucking passionate mistake that I wasn't going to get away from and I loved it.
I continue run my tongue over his rough stubble, upwards, until my mouth finds his.
He grabs a handful of my hair, holding me to him. And that all I was waiting for.
“You’re mine, Shia. I’m not sharing you with him anymore.” he's talking about telling Pine about us, why does it feel like I see pine in him everytime he turns possessive.
“I’m yours,” I murmur into his mouth. Yours forever.
I just feel so utterly intoxicated by him, and in this moment I am his, completely.
Natte pushes me back onto the bed, grabs a condom from the nightstand and has it on in moments.
He slides himself inside me, with no hesitation. I groan as I feel him fill me completely, like only he can.
He kisses me hard on the mouth, and then rolls onto his back taking me with him, putting me on top.
I start to move slowly, up and down, my hands placed on his toned stomach. I really love this.
“Fuck, Shia,” he groans, his fingers digging into his hips, as he lifts his, meeting me, pushing himself deeper inside.
“I want to,” I breathe, meeting his eyes, biting down on my lip.
Natte has me on my back again, in one swift move, taking my breath with it.
And then things get urgent and heated, and hard.
I’m hips up, meeting his thrusts, hands splayed on his back, my fingers digging into his muscle, gripping him, while Natte fucks me like I want him to.
“Oh God, Natte,” I moan. “Harder. I want it harder.”
“You’ll tell him about us tomorrow.” He slams into me, his teeth gritted. He’s not asking.
“I’ll tell him.” I’d say anything right now if it means he’ll keep doing this with me, to me.
“I won’t share you anymore,” he repeats, as he continues driving into me over and over again. “You belong to me.”
“Yes,” I cry out.
When we find our release together, Natte holds me tight to him, his face buried in my neck. Almost like it’s the last time he’s going to hold me.
And I lay here, confused, trembling on the inside from the intensity of it all. Of the intensity of his feelings for me.
I hadn’t realized they were so deep. Or that Natte was quite so possessive. Maybe it's because of his age, he's older and that is enough to make him possessive.
I wake to the sound of knocking on my hotel door. A glance at the clock tells me it’s 9:15am.
I wonder who the hell that is?
Natte is wrapped around me like a sheet. I disentangle myself from him. He groans and rolls over in his sleep.
I pull my robe on and pad my way toward the main door. I peer through the peephole, and my heart stops in my chest.
It’s Terry.
Terry is standing outside my door, and Will is with her, and Natte is in my bed holy fuck!
Holy fucking fuckety shit!
For a moment, I literally don’t know what to do.
Then Will knocks at the door again. A little louder this time.
I take a couple of quiet steps back, then turning I run into the bedroom.
“Natte,” I whisper, shaking him. “Wake up.”
He blinks open heavy eyes.
“Terry is here, outside the door! Here now!” I hiss.
He blinks again as my words register. Then very slowly, he sits up.
He doesn’t look panicked in the
least. Me, I’m absolutely shitting
myself, but Natte seems quite leisurely about it.
“You have to hide.” I pull on his arm, glancing around the room, my eye catching sight of the
bathroom door.
“What?”
I can see there's a wicked smile in his face, did he just catch on my lie?
“Hide. You need to hide in the bathroom. Will is here outside the door.”
I just told Terry the other day that I wasn't sleeping with Natte Johnson, I had told her I told Natte Will is my boyfriend, oh my goodness!
I run around gathering up his clothes. I shove them in his arms, and try to pull him off the bed. He’s reluctance is apparent.
“You want me to hide in the fuckin’ bathroom, he slightly laughs?” His tone is less than encouraging.
Did he find out Will is my fake boyfriend, then why has he been playing along with my lie?
Is that the reason he didn't stop flirting with me days before?
Oh my goodness! I'm going to lose my mind at this point. Even if he knows I'll just come up with another good excuse.
“Ssh, keep your voice down, he’ll hear you.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” he says audible.
Oh no.
“Please, Natte. I can’t let him find out this way. Not when he’s come all this way to see me. I will tell him, soon. But not like this. Please.” I try to urge him off toward the bathroom again.
Another knock sounds at the door, this time it is louder and more insistent than the last time.
Natte glances in the direction of the knocking, then looks back to me giving me a hard, unforgiving stare.
I stare back with pleading eyes.
He gets to his feet and storms in the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him.
My head is an absolute mess.