Page 22 of Giving It to the Monster

Chapter Four

Natasha had done it to torment him. Saint was sure of it. The small bag with the dildo and butt plug was only there to drive him crazy. He didn’t know what to say or what to do with that bag there.

“So, Sinners’ Corner has gotten all modern. A sex shop?”

“The shop belongs to the Saints and Sinners MC.”

“You brought about the shop?”

“Yep. Seemed a good investment. Sex sells even during a recession. People still want to fuck.”

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel heading toward home. He still hadn’t taken her to the clubhouse, and he didn’t know why. She was getting better, and the doctor he’d gotten to check on her said she was fine. The bruises would fade, and Natasha would be as good as new. They had been to see Nigel, and he was going to take a look at the divorce case, taking over from her previous lawyer who’d failed. While Natasha left to get a soda, Saint had paid him to get the job done, and to make sure Simon Meyer never came near her again.

“Very true. I like Elena. She’s turned into a beautiful woman.”

“She’s one hell of a mother. How come you don’t have any kids?” he asked. “I always thought you wanted some.”

“Nah. After I left, I was just working from job to job, making ends meet. Then Mom and Dad died, and I didn’t want kids with Simon. You? Any children running around?”

“No, I bag my dick.” There was no point in lying. He’d not lived like a monk when she had walked away from him. However, the moment she entered his life once again, he’d not gone hunting for pussy either.

“Thank you for taking me to Nigel’s. The sooner I get this divorce the happier I’ll be.”

“You’re welcome.” He let out a breath. “Nigel will get the job done.”

“He worked a lot for you?”

“He’s done some bits that I’ve needed him to do. I trust him with your case. So, do you know the extent of your husband’s life?” he asked.

“Not all of it. I know he had other women. I never satisfied him in the bedroom apparently. I just lay there, and did nothing.”

Saint chuckled. “Then he wasn’t doing it right.”

“How would you know?”

“When you were with me, you never just lay there. You were always involved.”

“Yeah, I was, wasn’t I? That first time though, that hurt.”

“I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. I only knew you felt good.”

“We were too young to really know what we were doing.”

“We weren’t too young to keep on trying,” he said, pulling up onto his driveway.

Neither of them got out of the car when he turned the engine off.

“It seems another life. Like someone else lived it.”

He agreed.

“Saint, do you ever think about what would have happened if I hadn’t left?” she asked.

“All the time.” He admitted the truth. “I even wonder what would have happened if I had followed you.”

“What?”

“I let you go, Nat. The night we gave each other a part of ourselves, I made you a vow to always be by your side. I failed you.”

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