Inevitable (17 page)

‘Enough for tonight, darlin… we have brownies to eat and beer to drink, tomorrow is another fucking full-on day.’ His breath was so close to mine that I could breathe in the minty smell that permeated from his mouth. ‘Sometimes, darlin, life gives you a second chance, because you just weren’t fucking ready the first time around. That’s us, Bella… now all we have to do is grab it with both hands and hang the fuck on, tight.’

We lay together on the bed, eating and sharing a beer, watching whatever rubbish we could find on the antiquated, wooden boxed TV. We weren’t communicating in words, but in our mutual silence, I felt at peace.

I fell asleep in his arms, just like he had told me I would. I hung on to him for all I was worth.

BELLA

‘Y
ou need to wake the fuck up, darlin,’ I heard and then the bedclothes were ripped unceremoniously off me, in one quick swipe. The colder air touched my bare skin. My hands flayed around trying to grasp the hell on to the retreating warmth, before it completely disappeared from my reach.

‘NATHAN,’ I shouted, and glowered at him. He was only wearing his leather trousers and seemed to be searching for a clean T-shirt as he dropped the blankets from his hands and then proceeded to throw his collection of creased clothing into his backpack. ‘That was seriously below the belt.’ I grasped at the one lingering sheet, before it joined the rest of the blankets at the foot of the bed in a messy heap. I pulled the sheet up and over my half-naked form and laid my head back down, onto the most uncomfortable pillow I had ever had the displeasure of very nearly sleeping on.

‘We have a fucking long assed ride today, we need to get going, ASAP.’

I had opened my eyes somewhat half-heartedly and rolled over to take in the absolutely gorgeous man with his back to me.

‘Stop starin, darlin. I can feel it and we need to leave, you tempting me back to bed… isn’t gonna help…Sure it’ll be fuckin’ awesome… I always make sure it’s fuckin’ awesome, but I don’t have the time to do you justice.’ I could hear the laughter in his voice. I picked up another rock like pillow and chucked it at him. I watched as it bounced off his muscular back and found its way to the floor with the other heap of bedding. Nathan stood up tall and slowly turned around.

‘You didn’t just do that…did you?’ I made no reply, but just smirked and waggled my eyebrows in response, biting my teeth into the side of my mouth in trepidation. I couldn’t reply, I was too busy watching the man in front of me as he stood to his full height and turned to me. Slowly, all too slowly, he lifted his dipped head. His longer hair was hanging down across his face, so I couldn’t see his eyes. All of a sudden I could and they were alight with laughter. I loved this, I loved the fact his humour and banter seemed to be back, I loved the fact we had shared some bloody painful secrets last night and this morning we were closer than ever, but mostly I loved the fact we were together, he was willing to be with me when I needed him the most. I still wasn’t sure he one hundred percent trusted me, but I was working on it. I was working on “hanging the fuck on, tight.”

He moved as quick as lightening and I heard myself squeal like a girl, not something I was accustomed to hearing come out of my mouth. Both of his hands came around my ankles and he pulled me forcibly to him at the end of the bed. He fell to his knees and made sure that I straddled him in just the right place so that I could feel his hard-on beneath his unbuttoned trousers. I used my hand to cover up my mouth, as the laughter within me was just waiting to spill out.

When I felt slightly more composed, I spoke. ‘So you’ve got me… what are you going to do with me, Sex God?’ I teased.

Both of his hands came underneath my bum and gripped tightly to my cheeks as he pulled me further to him, he made sure we fitted as closely together as possible. My core began to clamp down and I felt the all too familiar tingling down below. My body, naked apart from the thong I was wearing, began to flush all over and I could feel myself break out into a slight sweat. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. One of his hands left my bum and he ran it through his unruly just-fucked looking hair. I was mesmerised. His eyes never left mine, but I could see at the bottom of my vision him lick around his lips to wet them. All at once he quickly fell down over the top of me, placing one flat palm on either side of my body. I was trapped beneath his heavy muscular physique, as his mouth came down onto one of my rock-hard nipples and he sucked it greedily into the warm wetness of his mouth. I gasped in my enthusiasm, as I felt his tongue swirl and abrade my sensitive flesh. Then just as soon as he had started it, it was over. He lifted his head slightly and rested his rough chin gently down on my sternum. I reached my arms up and ran my hands through his hair and then over the stubble on his face.

“Sex God?... huh?’ he questioned, his eyes dancing in front of mine.

‘Yep,’ I answered coyly
.

Coyly? Who the hell was I and what the bloody hell had he done to me?

‘Today we have a hell of a ride on our hands, we have at least eight hours in front of us… we will have to take a fuckin’ rain check. I’ve sucked one gorgeous tit and rest assured I’ll bite the other one later… and you, darlin, can just think on that all day long.’ He removed himself from me and I watched him put his T-shirt over his head, removing his beautiful body from my view.

‘Get up! Or do I have to smack your ass?’ he added, not turning back to me and laughing.

I leisurely lifted my naked form in response and wiggled my way to the bathroom.

As far as I was concerned, pinching an American phrase, “turnabout was fair play” and I was going to spend my day teasing him. Yep that would help with the God knows how many boring hours on a bike. I put some toothpaste on my wet brush and started to clean my teeth, thinking my plan through carefully, and inwardly laughing at my cunningness. I dressed to plan in a low cut T-shirt, without my one and only bra, my nipples were still on fire and were pushing their way through the contours of the thin fabric. I put my long hair up exposing my neck and eased myself into my soft leather trousers, without knickers. I was good to go.

The room was quiet and Nathan was sitting on the edge of the bed, completely ready to go, it seemed. He was scrolling through his phone. The bed covers were back up on the mattress and my stuff had been gathered together, waiting for me to pack the very little I owned. I bent down and started to place the items away one by one.

‘All OK?’ I asked.

‘Mmm hmm,’ he answered, not even glancing my way. He was giving the impression he was completely lost in thought. I wondered who had contacted him. We always spoke to Alex on speaker. That reminded me, I had to make a call to my sister. I needed to know that they were OK. I knew Alex gave me the information as he saw it and the reports that were coming in from the guys aboard with them, but I wanted to hear it from her mouth. Later when I had the chance I would phone her, after of course I had worked out how many hours our time difference now was. I had no idea even what time zone I was in.

We pulled away from Charleston and started our journey to Missouri, apparently if the day went to plan we would be spending the evening in St Louis. That much Nathan had imparted to me, other than that he was stuck in his own thoughts and had put his music on. I could hear playing
Demons by Imagine Dragons
. I had sung along with the words in my head, I wasn’t sure who the song was more relevant to, him or me.

The morning was laborious, with every passing hour I was becoming more tired and achy. There was no way I was going to complain, not out loud. This was after all for my benefit and no one bloody else’s.

We stopped all too fleetingly for a late brunch and I ate more than ever, encouraged by the human waste unit that sat across the table from me. He was a sight to behold, sitting in his normal relaxed corner position, with his arms up and over the backs of the seats. Whenever possible he placed himself into the corner of a seat.

Perhaps it was the price of being a celebrity?

I suppose from a corner position he had a better view of everyone in the diner, or was it because he was with me that he was on a heightened alert. I sipped on my cup of tea, blowing the steam off the top and then once again started a gentle perusal of the man who had captured my heart, a heart that I’d thought had been turned to ice and fractured a long time ago. His leather jacket was pushed up his forearms, exposing his leather cuffs and on his right wrist the silver cuffs and chain. They intrigued me, captivated me almost, but most of all they turned me on, just the thought of him using them on me. I knew he was watching me, even though I couldn’t see his eyes I could feel them on me. He was studying me from behind his sunglasses, it was slightly intimidating, but hot at the same time.

I suppressed a giggle, he was wearing a pair of aviators inside, where obviously there wasn’t even any bloody sun. He followed my gaze and immediately turned the silver cuffs, which he wore above his normal leather cuff. The clank and rattle from them made my attention flick between his face and the cuffs, eventually my gaze fixed onto them.

‘Ask me,’ he demanded.

I sipped on my hot tea once again and creased my brow up into a question, staring at him through the steam.

‘Ask you… what?’

‘Ask me what they’re for.’

‘I’m not having a conversation with a pair of bloody sunglasses… and ask what, what are for?’ I was trying at playing the innocent, laughable really. The last time I had been an innocent was when I was fourteen years old. That was nearly eleven years ago.

‘The sunglasses are for your fucking benefit… the previous couple of days, when the waitresses have noticed me, have done your head in… anyone would think you were jealous, darlin.’

‘Oh well gee… thanks ever so…Mr. Always Semi, it doesn’t really matter if your beautiful face is covered up or not…you see, the tats and the leathers sort of give you away…and once you run your hands through your fucked up hair, they know it’s you. They’ll do anything for a ride…Oh and by the way it’s your cock they’re after riding on, not your bloody motorbike.’ I offered him a cheeky wink.

I watched intently as he pulled off the aviators, the flexible frame almost sprung away from his face. His hazel eyes were sparkling with the amusement of it all and those gorgeous dimples came out in force to play.

‘Ask me what they’re for and one day I might let you ride my cock again.’ Nathan didn’t even lower his voice at the last statement.

I laughed cathartically out loud and quickly placed down my mug of tea, before I spilt it. I daren’t look at the people sat near us, I’m sure they would have heard him.

‘Go on then, enlighten me. What are the cuffs and chain for?’ I played with the condiments placed in the middle of the table, with my very chipped blue nails.

One of his large hands came across the table and swallowed one of my smaller ones. His index finger and thumb went around my much smaller wrist like a brace. His hand swallowed up my tiny one.

‘I had them made…they represent us…forever chained together, it’s up to us to sort out whether that is gonna be trapped in pain… or pleasure.’ He was rubbing the top of my hand, using the calloused pad of his thumb.

‘Or maybe it could be a little of both?’ I smiled my retort back at him. I stopped playing with the salt and stretched out my hand to touch them briefly, making the cuffs separate and clink back together. I placed my other hand on top of his. ‘I also noticed you seem to have a new tattoo on your chest?’ I questioned.

‘You’ve been studying me closely, darlin,’ he smirked. ‘I had that done the day after you left me… the B obviously stands for you and it’s over my heart… the piercing through my nipple reminds me of the agony you left behind… in your wake.’ The hurt in his voice was palpable and inwardly once again I shrunk under the weight of the damage I had caused.

Our moment was broken by a female voice.

‘Hi… sorry to interrupt, my name is Debi. I was just telling my friend over there,’ we followed her motioning arm as she waved to another pretty female, ‘well I was telling my friend, Sheri that you’re Nathan Blackmore, aren’t you?’ She didn’t stop for breath, nor did she stop for Nathan to actually concur with her. I watched him as he took on his friendly yet guarded celebrity persona. ‘I wonder could we have a photo taken with you, I follow your race team and watch all of your races. I can’t believe you’ve joined up with Liam Hendry. The team was fantastic before and now with the two of you together… well you’ll be unbeatable.’ I listened to what she had to say, and to my untrained ear she appeared to know her stuff.