Page 39 of Loch
“I can’t stay here, Rea.” I melted as he breathed his words into my ear. “I’m tryin’ to do this right and if I stay here we both know where it is goin’ to go.” I inhaled a sharp breath at his words. My panties were soaked and I pushed my thighs together to ease the throb.
“Knowin’ that you are wet for me is driving me crazy. I can smell how bad you fuckin’ want me,” he continued. I whined like a desperate slut. When it came to him I was, and I didn’t feel ashamed in the least. “Believe me, I want deep inside of you just as bad as you do. Don’t worry, baby. I’m goin’ to give you what you need soon.” He kissed that spot behind my ear that made me shiver before he pulled away from me. I stepped to the side before he slipped out the door, making eye contact with me until he the door blocked our view.
I paced the back room a few times trying to calm myself down. I didn’t want to go back out there in front of the guys in the heated mess I was in. They were like damn vultures and they would know. I didn’t want to deal with the jokes and catcalls. For the most part, they kept it tame when it came to me. But I knew Bocca would at least have something to say in the loudest way possible. I couldn’t be mad, that was what we did. We gave each other shit the same way siblings would.
The night went by in a blur, Nate’s words playing over and over in my head. I didn’t know what the hell he meant and I had been too caught up in the moment to realize anything. Was he trying to say he wanted more? What was he trying to do to me? What did I even want? If I admitted it, deep down inside, I wanted it all. I wanted him, every part of him. I wanted to know the man behind the hard exterior. I wanted to learn more about the happy-go-lucky boy. I wanted to know how his parents’ death turned him into the man I was familiar with.
Luckily, no one said anything about my dazed state. Maybe I’d pulled it off better than I thought.
The next day I spent hanging out with Nan. She seemed a little down but I had no clue why. I talked her into an all-day bake-a-thon. Which wasn’t all that hard. That woman loved to bake.
We made three different kinds of cookies and only ate about half of them as they came out of the oven. We also went crazy and made dark chocolate brownies and lemon bars. It felt good to relax and hang out with her. I didn’t know much about what to do in the kitchen but hanging around Nan I started to catch on to things. Thank God she was patient with me.
As we were cleaning up from our last mess, I heard Nate’s bike roll up to his house. I bit my lip trying to hide my smile. I didn’t fool Nan, though. She swatted the dish towel at me and told me to go out there. I shook my head. The last thing I wanted to do was to crowd him. If he wanted me, then he could come to me.
There was a loud knock at the door and we both froze.
Ask and you shall receive, I hoped. I dashed out of the kitchen, giddy like a damn school girl as I went to the door. I took in a deep breath and soothed my hair before I pulled it open.
There stood Nate looking sheepish. He was wearing a white t-shirt. His cut hung loose enough that I could see how his shirt clung to him tight enough for me to make out every ripple. I could see the outline of his tattoos under it. His dark jeans were worn and hung just right. The sight of him had my insides fluttering. I was speechless. I couldn’t even croak out a greeting.
“Get dressed, woman.” His voice was low and husky. I swallowed against my dry throat.
“Where are we going?” I asked once I managed to find my voice.
“Clubhouse.”
I blinked at him blankly. I felt like this was a big step. Sure I knew most of his brothers, but now he wanted to take me into their home. It felt like I was going to meet the family. He must have seen the shock on my face because he sent me a warming smile. Then he bent down and kissed my cheek lightly. I felt him smile against my skin as he lingered.
“There’s a party for Tank’s little boy’s birthday,” he said like it wasn’t a big deal. Like I should have known this information.
“Okay…” I gave a slow nod as I processed everything. “Come in. I’ll, uh, be down in a minute.” I moved aside to let him in then closed the door behind him.
“What the hell smells so good in here?” Nate winked at me as he called out like he was yelling to Nan in the kitchen. He headed towards the baked goods as I raced up the stairs.
Up in my room, clothes went flying all over the place as I tried to find the right thing to wear. What the hell was I supposed to wear to a kids birthday party at a motorcycle club?! Oh God, it was too much. I growled as I held up shirts I wore to the bar. I settled on a tight vintage rock t-shirt that dipped low in the front. With my lacy, blue push-up bra, the ladies were on display. I made sure to put on matching panties, just in case they would be seen later. Hey, a girl could hope. I threw on a pair of faded cut-off shorts with worn spots on the front and back pocket. I added a bunch of gold accessories, including a few bangles. I pulled out a pair of black suede platform stilettos that had gray wing tattooed designs on the sides. I checked myself in the mirror before rushing into the bathroom to throw on some makeup.
I wanted to be sexy. Not only for myself, because I believed every girl needed that sometimes, but for Nate too. If he was taking me then I washisguest. I didn’t want to reflect badly on him.
Okay, and I wanted to make his eyes pop out of his head. I made my eyes smoky and added a single layer of mascara. I figured a hint was good enough. I didn’t want it to get tacky in the heat and have my eyelashes get stuck together. Then everyone would wonder about the girl with the funny eyes. I went with a deep red lipstick and left my hair down. Spritzing on some perfume, I gave myself one last look. No turning back now, I thought.
When I made it back downstairs, Nate was in the kitchen with his hands full of cookies. I giggled at the sight of him. He had one cookie dangling from his lips as he attempted to pull it into his mouth without the help of his hands.
“Here, let me help you,” I said pushing it in enough for him to get another bite.
He smiled at me as I popped the tiny bite that was left into my mouth. His look turned dark as he took me in, his eyes scanning slowly down the length of my body and back up. Nervous about his reaction, I bit my lip as he met my eyes. I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed with a hard swallow and I knew I’d made the right decision with my outfit.
“Have a good time you two,” Nan said breaking our trance. She grabbed the piles of cookies out of Nate’s hands and put them in a clear baggie for him to take. “Now out. I got myself a hot date to get ready for. Might use some of your makeup tips. Judging by Nathan’s reaction, it’s the way to go.” I cringed slightly. God knew I loved that crazy, old bat, but sometimes it was too much.
“Thanks for the cookies, Ethel.” Nate gave her a kiss on the cheek before he turned towards and grabbed my hand and he dragged me out the door. I barely had a chance to wave at Nan before I was outside.
“Wait. Shit!” I muttered. He looked at me with a brow raised in question. “I don’t have a gift. Dammit, Nate, you need to give a girl more warning than this.” He smirked at me walking over to his bike. He lifted the flap of his saddle bag and pulled out something wrapped in boyish looking wrapping paper.
“Got it covered, babe.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal.
I could tell by the awkward wrapping that it was some sort of stuffed animal and that he had wrapped it himself. I giggled and poked him in his hard stomach. He flinched slightly and I wondered if he was ticklish. Evil thoughts flooded my mind. I would have to remember to find out later. I rocked up on the toes of my shoes and placed a light kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you,” I said. I wasn’t just talking about his thoughtfulness of the gift.
