Chapter 86 Stroking it
She comes over to the car as Natte climbs out, me behind him.
She looks so different to how I remember her. I guess that’s what happiness and a lot of money can do for you.
“What are you doing here?” He sounds confused, angry but generally relieved.
She looks up at him, shading her eyes from the sun with her hand. “I thought you might need me,” she says quietly. Reaching out, she takes hold of his hand.
I slip quietly away, leaving them both, and go over to my mum and dad.
“Hey, daddy. ” I smile up at him, as he puts his arm around me, kissing the top of my hair. “Hey, mama,” I say, leaning forward to kiss her. “Thank you so much for coming, I know it will mean the world to Natte. ”
“The only reason we are here is for you and Natte, baby girl,” my dad says to me.
I squeeze him tighter, hugging him. I’m so lucky to have a dad as wonderful as mine is.
Natte comes over to us with his mom a few moments later. She looks like she’s been crying, her eyes are a little bloodshot.
“Hello, Shia,” she says. “It’s so wonderful to see you again. ” She puts her arm out for me, and I step out of my dad’s embrace and into hers.
She kisses my cheek and whispers, “Thank you. ”
I give her an understanding smile as she releases me. Then she takes hold of Natte’s hand, and they start to walk into the crematorium together. I follow behind with my mum and dad.
Then Natte stops, pausing, he turns and waits for me, holding his free hand out for me to take.
I slip my hand into his, and we all go into the service together.
After the funeral we all have an early dinner together at our hotel.
Natte seems a little more relaxed at dinner. He’s currently talking guitars with my dad, and he looks happier than I’ve seen him in days.
The funeral was difficult and over quickly, thankfully. We were the only ones there. Peter had no one. No family left except for Natte. No real friends. No one who really cared about him.
I know I should feel sad at the thought, but I don’t. I hate him for what he did to Natte. And I never thought I would be happy that someone was dead, but I am, because now, maybe Natte can finally let him go for good. Let his past go once and for all.
There was no wake after the funeral, and this dinner most certainly isn’t one.
This dinner is for Natte to help lift his spirits. I’ve also got a little something planned for later which I’m hoping will put a smile back on his face, one that I hope will stay there for a long time to come.
Not long after dinner is finished, Everyone including Natte's mom says she is tired from her flight, tells us she’s going to retire early, which works perfectly for my plans for Natte.
My mum and dad decide to go home too, and Steve goes for a drink in the hotel bar with Ben.
“You want to join Steve and Ben for a drink? Or just have an early night?” Natte asks, threading his fingers with mine, pulling me to his side as we walk back through the lobby, after seeing my mum and dad out of the hotel.
“Neither. We’re doing something else tonight,” I say.
Stopping, I turn to face him.
“We are?” His hands go to my hips, his head tilting to the side, assessing my face.
“Ahum,” I nod, smiling.
“What?”
“That, my gorgeous boyfriend, is a surprise. ” I take hold of his hand, leaving him wondering, and lead him to the lifts to take us to the car park, and to the waiting car which contains everything I need for tonight.
As it’s my surprise, and Natte has no idea where we’re going, I’m driving
I honestly didn’t know it was possible to feel sexy driving a car. But I do right now. I feel like I’m a model in an advert or something.
It’s so cool. And I keep wanting to let out little squeals of excitement, but of course I won’t, because that would be weird, and also a little inappropriate considering Natte just buried his dad a few hours ago, or cremated him or whatever.
“So you won’t tell me where we’re going?” Natte asks, as I push the car up to eighty
I don’t get to drive very often, and I have never driven a car as amazing as this one, so I’m totally making the most of it.
“Nope, it’s a surprise. ”
“I thought you didn’t like surprises?”
Keeping my eyes on the dark road ahead, I say, “I don’t like receiving them. I never said anything about giving them. ”
“Touché,” he laughs.
There’s only so long I can keep it a surprise before he guesses where it is we’re going, as he keeps looking at the bloody road signs. I should have had the foresight to bring a blind fold with me.
Natte, in a blindfold, totally at my mercy. Hmm, I’m liking the sound of that. Maybe later.
As I see the sign post signalling my turn to the place we’re going, I slide a glance at him, seeing the look on his face, and he looks happy.
He turns to me, smiling widely. “You’re taking me to the Falls?”
“I am. ” I give him another quick glance, a little smile of my own forming.
Natte reaches his hand over and puts it on my thigh. “Are you going to let me do dirty things to you while we’re there?”
“Well, I was planning on doing dirty things to you, actually. ” I bite down on my lip, giving him another quick glance.
“Have I told you just how much I love you?” He slides his hand a little higher up my thigh, fingers inching my dress up.
Heat pools in my tummy.
“You have. ” I swat his hand away, grinning. “But behave yourself pervy, or you’ll get no dirty tonight at all. I’m trying to drive a limited car here if you don’t mind. ” I put my best prim and proper teasing voice on.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, resting his hands back on his lap, grinning back at me.
He looks so free in this moment, and it makes my heart swell.
Tonight is going to be so much fun, I just know it. I knew bringing him here was the right thing to do.
I park the car up near the Falls. Climbing out, I go straight to the boot, and open it up.
I get the picnic box and cooler out which Steve helped me get ready earlier on.
I hand the cooler to Natte, as he meets me around the back of the car.
Keeping hold of the picnic box, I grab the blanket, shut the boot and lock the car up.
Natte follows behind me, taking the picnic box from my hand, leaving me with just my bag and the blanket to carry as I lead our way to the shore of the Falls in the darkness.
When we reach our destination, I set the blanket down and retrieve the lantern that I packed into the picnic box.
“Can I borrow your lighter, baby?”
Natte crouches beside me, handing me his lighter.
I light the candle in the lantern and set it down beside the blanket, then hand his lighter back to him.
Taking it from me, Natte pulls me to him and starts to kiss me.
He eases me back onto the blanket,
his tongue roaming my mouth, meeting with mine, stroking it.