Authors: Kate Stewart
Never Me (32 page)
“I love you, but I may have to kill you if you don’t stop.”
“Son of a bitch, you dealt with me like I was just some … nobody!”
“I dealt with you like you were a cop trying to tell me how to do my job!”
“So what! I’m sure it happens all the time. We were alone, and you still wanted to make an example out of me! Spencer, how could you do that to me?”
“It’s work, Nadine, and I know you are smart enough to figure out why and that I will do it again. I know you know better. You know you are in the wrong.”
“Oh, you go to hell!”
I felt more laughter before he kissed me roughly. I caught his lip and bit it hard. I felt my wrist numbing as he kept me pinned. He bit my lip back and I cried out as he clamped his mouth around my neck and moved his knee to separate my legs. I moaned and he immediately let go of my wrists. I pushed his chest and he pushed me back gently, but hard enough to land me flat against the wall. He ripped my blouse open and buttons flew everywhere around us. I moaned again as he buried his head between my breasts, biting and sucking without mercy. I had never been so turned on in my life. He undid my jeans and roughly ripped them off. My panties disintegrated in seconds.
“You want to be fucked?” he whispered harshly. I nodded, spreading wide for him as he scooped me up and wrapped my legs around him and plunged himself in so deeply I almost came then and there.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned in unison with him as he pounded into me. I came apart around him, furiously pounding his shoulders with my fists as he continued his relentless assault.
He paused for only seconds as he brought me to the counter and laid my body down over the mess of flour for the beignets. I brought up my hands to stroke his hair and realized I was covering him in the white powder. I didn’t have time to think about it. His body wouldn’t let mine relax. He drove into me, his anger and mine meeting perfectly as we slung heated words at each other. With one hand on my breast and the other on my waist, his eyes were beginning to soften as his pace slowed and I was crying out his name again.
“I’m sorry,” I said catching his gaze and holding it. He pulled me to him and I couldn’t help the tear or two I let fall between us as he stopped completely, pulled out of me, carried me to our bed, and nested between my thighs.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry. Was I too rough?” I shook my head no furiously. I loved it rough. He knew that.
“Take me,” I begged, urging him on. He pushed himself in while finding the sore spot of my lip, soothing it by sucking it gently. A few minutes later he emptied his last drop into me and his head was in my neck as he kissed the divot in my throat. He lifted up to look at me, still upset he may have hurt me.
“I love you, Spencer, do you know that?”
I saw his eyes glaze over slightly and his smile was filled with relief.
“I love you,” I whispered again as his forehead touched mine.
“Helloooo! Guys where are you?”
I saw Spencer’s eyes widen as he replied, “Jack!” We scrambled in our closet and pulled on two of the worst mismatched outfits imaginable. We quickly headed into the living room where Jack and Amy stood completely open mouthed, until the hysterical laughter started. Spencer and I leaned into the two of them for a hug and were stopped by Jack’s outstretched palm.
“I think we can wait until you two get cleaned up,” he said, stepping forward and fishing an egg shell out of Spencer’s hair. “I’m not going to ask what happened here because I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know.” He looked at the kitchen counter full of beignet flour and clearly sexual activity mixed in it. “And we will be dining out.”
Spencer burst out laughing as I stood still in shock. I quickly got Amy and their sleeping son, Jack Jr., into the guest room while Spencer and Jack shared a beer and I cleaned the mess in the kitchen. There was egg everywhere and it was a cesspool of bacteria. We were going to have to move and Spencer had just moved in.
“Come on, baby, you’ve done a good enough job. I’ll get it later. Let’s go get cleaned up.”
“No, I’ve got it.”
“No, come on. I’m sure they want to eat dinner.”
I looked up at Jack who was smiling at me with his eyebrow raised. It struck me then just how much my world had changed since I met these people years ago on a beach in Florida. I had taken a trip on a whim. How my life had changed because of the man standing in front of me holding out his hand to take me to the shower with him. I loved him, I lived with him, we had just started our life together, and he was mine. All mine.
I couldn’t help the feeling of elation in my chest. He loved me then, when I thought I was incapable of feeling this way, the way he would love me tomorrow. I was sure of it. I was sure that the best decision I had ever made was giving my heart, my trust, all of me, to Spencer completely. I repeated my words in front of Jack.
“I love you, Spencer.” I saw his chest rise with emotion, and regretted I hadn’t said the words before today. He knew but he deserved to hear them. He pulled me to him and kissed my forehead, peering down at me. “I love you, Nadine.”
“Marry me,” I said louder than I had meant to. Jack spit his beer out all over us. We collectively glared in his direction. Spencer brought his shocked face back to mine.
“Nadine,” he said completely taken with my question.
“Marry me. Make me happy ... and miserable. I’ll even call you sir at work and make you dinner at night, like a real wife. We are all we have, beside our friends. We are it. Let’s do right by ourselves, by us. Marry me.”
He took a step back and looked at Jack.
“Well you heard the girl. She’ll even make you dinner,” he chuckled.
“You said never,” he whispered, finding my eyes again.
“So you’re saying never?” I asked, my eyes filling, the emotion in me stronger than ever. I was willing to fight for it, but I was humiliated at the same time.
“I’m going to shower,” I said, handing him my rag.
“That’s the worst proposal I have ever heard,” Jack said, downing the rest of his beer. Spencer glared at Jack and he cowered away, hands up.
“I can do better,” I said to a still shocked Spencer who was shaking his head back and forth.
“You don’t have to, Nadine. Wait.”
“I’m sorry I did that to you,” I said, confused and unwilling to drag it out. I had just made a total fool of myself.
I sat under the hot water humiliated. I heard the shower door open but refused to open my eyes. Spencer grabbed my hand and slipped a ring on my finger.
“Emasculating. I mean, Jesus, how the hell am I going to stick around if you won’t let me do my job day or night?”
I opened my eyes, quickly looking down at the ring, shaking my head in disbelief.
“I was going to do it when I was sure you wouldn’t run for the hills,” he chuckled. “I bought it last week,” he whispered, watching me shudder with sobs. I completely lost it when he went down on one knee. “I’ve been thinking about what I would say and how I would do this, and I think I came up with something pretty damn clever, so if you don’t mind, let me do it my way?”
I nodded my head up and down, laughing through my tears.
“I love you, and I’m not scared to take a chance with you because I am not a man who makes the same mistake twice. I let you slip away when I was unsure about everything, even the idea of marriage. But this I do know, I won’t let you go, Nadine. I won’t let you go one more day of your life not knowing that you belong to me, that I belong to you, that no matter what happens, I’ll be here. This is how I am so sure I can ask you now to be my wife. This is how I am so sure that I will do everything in my power to make sure you want to stay, because I won’t ever let you go. I can’t. Marry me, and I will prove every day that this is the truth.” I waited for him to finish and saw the sincerity in his face. He was mine as much as I was his.
“I liked mine better,” I said, getting on my knees with him.
“Your mouth, that mouth,” he whispered, pulling me to him, shaking his head.
“This mouth says yes,” I whispered back, holding him to me.
We met Rory and her husband and had a long laughter-filled dinner followed by a few short beers and called it a night. It was a million years away from our first trip to The Quarter. We walked the streets that night as a foursome with a mini Jack. We stayed away from the crowded bars and kept the night young when we found our way home. It was a different world and I was fine with it because I had the same family. I had the same sense of belonging. I had a future that, for the first time, had a small degree of certainty and I wasn’t afraid. I studied my future as we lay facing each other on our pillows and laughed at his ridiculous new errands for Darkman. He would be busy for a while.
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Kate Stewart, a native of Dallas, now resides in Charleston, S.C. She moved to the city three weeks after her first visit, dropping her career of eight years, declaring the city her creative muse. Since her move she has written several books including TITAN, currently unpublished, Room 212 and Never Me. Vinyl, the second novel in the Lightning Strikes series is set to publish in Fall 2014. She lives with her husband of seven years, Nick.
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