Page 86 of Waiting Forever
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Even though I knew with all my heart Prescott was behind this, I couldn’t have imagined the callousness of how it went down. I hate him even more for what he did and myself for ever trusting him.
My breath catches and my eyes fill with tears. I don’t like thinking about the attack for this reason. I hate how vulnerable I feel, how scared. I thought I’d moved past it by moving here but watching this lets me know I’m not over it. I may never be.
“I’ll fucking kill the bastard.” The calm threat comes from behind me.
It’s then I realize the tall presence warming my back with his body heat.
Nathan. Shit.I didn’t want him to find out this way. I drop the phone on the counter and whirl around, gripping his taut biceps.
Small vibrations wrack his body, his features twisted with pure menace. “Did they rape you?”
“No.” My voice is weaker than I intended. “They didn’t touch me. I mean they did, but I wrestled them until I got away. They didn’t even get my clothes off. Not even my belt. I wouldn’t let them.” Tears fall freely now, at the memory and from fear of what this information will do to Nathan. Will he go berserk like my dad did? Of course he will. He looks ready to kill.
His gaze stays on the phone.
I cup his cheeks and try to get him to connect with my eyes. “Nathan. Look at me. Please. I need you to look at me.”
He glances my way. I hold his gaze. “I need you to stay calm. Can you do that for me?” I speak in my gentlest voice.
“I’m going to kill that fucking bastard. I’m going to torture him and kill him.”
“He didn’t hurt me. None of them did.” Not really.
“The fuck he didn’t.” He jerks from my hands.
I step back in shock. Anger and fear lash through me. “You sound just like him.”
Nathan takes in my closed-off, arms-crossed posture. Recognition flickers in his eyes, but then his gaze returns to the phone.
“I am not going to lose you, too.” I grab his wrist, outraged at the turn of events, and haul him toward the bedroom. He must be too stunned to resist because he follows.
“Sit.” I shove him onto the mattress. His big body goes down with a bounce, his expression shifting between confusion and the hallway—the phone and that damn video.
He stands.
I drop my towel to the floor.
His gaze returns to me and my breasts. I push him onto the bed again and crowd him with my body, sending my chest in his face while I reach for—got it.
He blinks with a moment of clarity and grips my hips. “What are you doing?”
“Saving you from yourself,” I murmur, distracting him further. “Kiss me, Nathan. I need to feel you right now. I need you inside me.”
I don’t wait for him to do as I say. Instead, I cup the back of his head and part his lips with mine. I lick inside his mouth, play with his tongue, and feel his tight muscles soften a little.
I climb onto his lap.
“Don’t,” he whispers across my lips. “You’re sore.”
I am, but I also need to keep his focus on me, so he doesn’t leave me to seek out revenge.
“Shh.” I silence him with my tongue.
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Nathan
