Inevitable (18 page)

I stood up, releasing my hand from his, ‘I’m going to go to the bathroom… I’ll leave you with your fans.’ I winked at him and he twiddled with his aviators in front of me in an “I told you so” fashion.

‘Don’t be long, darlin…we’re on a schedule today.’ He winked at me as he made his way over to have a selfie taken with his two adoring fans.

I made my way around the other booths and into the ladies’ and after relieving myself, I had a quick count up. I reckoned Jasmin and my family were about six hours ahead of me. I pulled out my phone and pressed the appropriate buttons. I couldn’t wait to hear her voice. She answered on the fourth ring.

‘Bellaboo… I am SO happy to hear your voice. Are you OK? I can’t believe all of this. Please tell me you’re safe?’

‘Hi, Jassy… Yeah I’m good… a bit bloody scared, but good… I’m with Nate.’

‘I know, John told me.’ It took me a couple of seconds to work out who the hell John was, of course it was Edwards. I laughed, I was really going to have to get used to that.

‘I’m glad he’s with you, he’s a great guy. He’s good at his job… please listen to him, I know just how stubborn you can be. I need to know you’re all OK… I’m so sorry, Jassy.’ I felt a tear run over the top of my cheek, quickly I wiped it away and sniffed.

‘Hey, Bella… none of that, we’re fine. There are some guys on board that the security team are watching closely, but we’re all safe, you just need to concentrate on you and Nathan… from what I’ve heard from my new husband, the Blackmores…’

‘YOUR NEW WHAT?’ I literally screamed into the phone.

‘Yeah well apparently MY-NEW-HUSBAND John, needed the ultimate cover to be on board… we married within two hours of him arriving… so here I am playing the blushing bride. When quite frankly the man that seems to be almost permanently attached to me is getting on my tits. All the parents keep saying is, “It’s obviously essential for our safety, Jasmin. Surely you can manage to pretend to be in love?” I heard her put on our mum’s posh Sunday voice, and I suppressed a laugh. ‘Well you can imagine… it’s a right royal pain in the arse.’

Jasmin was the ultimate party girl, she was flighty and flirted with everybody. I thought about it for a moment, how two such staid parents managed to birth us two girls, was beyond me. Thank God Jack was boring and toed the line.

‘I’m stunned; I’m struggling to find the words…’

‘It’s interesting I’ll tell you… and it was much against my better judgement… but he insisted it was necessary… I suppose it’s not been all bad.’ I heard her exhale a deep breath.

‘OK! Sounds like a story there, sister of mine, you know how I love a good story.’ I could hear movement outside the bathroom and remembered our tight schedule. ‘Jassy, look I’m sorry but I’ve got to go, we’ve got a hell of a journey ahead of us today, stay safe and make sure you all listen to your… husband. I’ll phone again soon.’ I added that in, still speechless, I couldn’t believe they had made her marry Edwards, no scratch that… John. But as long as they were all kept safe, them having to get an annulment or divorce later on, seemed a small price to pay.

‘Love you lots like jelly tots,’ I spoke into the phone.

‘Not as much as I love alcoholic shots,’ she returned straight back to me as we said our goodbyes.

I washed my hands again and left the bathroom to find Nathan leaning on the opposite wall, his bad leg was bent at the knee with his foot flat to the wall. He had his arms crossed over his chest and the aviators were back on his face, but at the sight of me his mouth started to lift at the corners and a small smile broke out over his face.

‘Thank God… my protection has returned, they’re lovely ladies but a bit touchy feely, if you know what I mean? Right let’s get outta here.’ He stepped away from the wall and into my space, tilting my chin up he kissed the tip of nose and started walking towards the exit, offering his hand out behind him for mine. I accepted it willingly and strode out after him. I ignored the hateful glares at our connection, from some of the females we left in the diner.

Nathan’s bike was directly outside in the car park. We stepped outside into the midday sun but instead of going straight over to the bike, I was pulled around the side of the diner and into the shade. Gradually Nathan backed me up to the wall.

‘What’s going on?’ I questioned a smiling Nathan.

He lifted a finger to my lips and shushed me. Slowly he lowered the zip on my jacket. I watched as he bent his legs to come to my level and he stared into my eyes, his pupils started to dilate. Using both of his hands, he moved the lapels of my jacket to the side. I knew just how erect my nipples were, he used both hands as he rubbed over and over them with his thumbs. I could feel him gently kicking at my feet as he motioned for me to open my legs and allow him to come in closer. My breathing was starting to hitch as I smelt his body wash and it consumed all of my senses.

Nathan’s voice had lowered, but his eyes never left mine.

‘So remind me, sassy, which tit is it that needs my fucking attention?’

‘It’s the left one… but we’re outside,’ I hesitantly whispered back.

‘You’d better keep your goddamn eyes open then, hadn’t you. No closing your eyes in ecstasy. You’ll need them open to check no one sees what I’m about to do to you.’

In one quick movement, Nathan lifted me up from under my armpits. My boobs were now at the same level as his mouth. The weight of my body was being held up, my groin resting on the tops of his thighs. My T-shirt was suddenly ripped open, from the hem to the neckline. The air hit my naked chest and I gasped. I quickly perused the area, luckily I couldn’t see anyone, although I could hear the voices of those coming and going from the diner. I placed my arms around his shoulders.

His hands came from the sides of my body and cupped my boobs together. Slowly and torturously he began to lick and bite at my sensitive flesh. My groin was searching for some sort of purchase under his assault, but I couldn’t find anything except the seam in my trousers and it wasn’t enough. He looked up at me from in between my boobs.

‘I could unzip here and now… just give you exactly what we both want… but, I kinda like you gasping for me, darlin. The next time I fuck you… you’ll be 100% mine.’ He moved his body slightly, shifting mine in the process. The air hit the wet skin that he had left behind. ‘When we fuck again, when we make love again… we will know each other, inside out.’ He kissed my neck and slowly came up to my lips. My eyes wanted to close under the onset of his attention. He found my lips with his own, such was our desperate need for the consummation of our lust we literally devoured each other with our mouths. Finally, we broke apart, Nathan rested his head on my forehead, his arms came down to my jacket and he pulled the two halves together and zipped me back into the leather, before he moved away from me.

My gaze took in the fact that there was still no one around the side of the diner with the two of us. I was relieved, but also vaguely concerned that in the heat of the moment if he had decided to have me up against the wall, I wouldn’t have cared if anybody had been watching.

My jacket had been zipped up to conceal my assets, but Nathan made no attempt to step away from my space.

‘You try my patience… darlin. I can’t fucking believe how you dressed today, and I love your hair up, exposing your very sensitive skin to my teeth.’ He moved abruptly and lowered his head, biting his way up to my jawbone. It was the one thing that turned my legs to jelly. I would do anything for him as he bestowed lick, after bite, after kiss, on my exposed flesh. He finished and I looked up into his gorgeous face. My arms were still around his neck and he was hanging onto them. One of his hands came up to my head and he tapped on the side of my temple. ‘When I next allow you to ride yourself into oblivion on my cock… I will know everything that has been hidden away in here… when I take you again, I want nothing between us, only our slick, hot flesh.’ He kissed my forehead. ‘With all these interruptions we’d better get back on the bike… I’m going to have to let it rip today, just to catch up the time I have spent worshipping your rack,’ he finished talking and laughed. He took a step backwards, his biker boots clumping on the ground, in doing so he moved out of my personal space and offered me his hand behind him. I willingly accepted it and we walked around the corner to where we had parked up the bike earlier.

I had one hand in his and the other hand was clasping his forearm. As we cleared the corner, Nathan abruptly came to a halt. I followed his line of vision to the bike, which seemed to have attracted the attention of four males. My heart flew up and into my mouth. Nathan bent down and removed something from the inside of his boot and placed whatever it was in the back waistband of his leather trousers, making sure his jacket was back over the top. I wanted to ask what it was, but knew that now wasn’t the right moment.

‘Stay here,’ Nathan demanded. I watched as his previously playful demeanour left and he practically bristled with testosterone. He rolled his neck around to make it click its release. His fingers opened and closed a couple of times. It was like watching a fighter get his head in the right place.

‘I can’t… I’m too scared… I need to be with you.’ I gripped hold of his forearm tighter and walked in step with him.

‘Do you recognise any of them?’ he questioned, not removing his eyes from the men in question.

My gaze flicked from one to the other, checking out not only their looks and colouring, but also their body language. It was a sodding relief, when I recognised absolutely nothing about them.

‘No… no, I don’t.’ The reprieve I felt was intense.

‘OK… just follow my lead then.’

We walked over to where we had parked up the bike and the guys around it stopped talking and turned around to face us.

‘Your Harley?’ the blonde one questioned.

‘Yep.’

‘We were just admiring her.’ The conversation went into statistics that I didn’t really understand. Eventually the four men having had all their questions answered, said goodbye and began to drift away. I realised that I hadn’t once let go of Nathan, in fact my grip was so tight I’m sure I should have left marks. I watched him smile at me and reach to the small of his back, to whatever it was he had tucked into his waistband. When his hands came back around I realised he was holding a knife in a soft brown leather sheath. My eyes shot up to his fleetingly, before he replaced the weapon back inside his boot.

‘How long have you carried a knife?’ I spoke in a low voice, so only he could hear.

‘I’ve carried for a hell of a long fucking time, probably not for the reason you’re thinking though,’ he stared at me for a couple of seconds. ‘Come on we need to get a move on.’

We climbed back up on the bike and pulled away from the diner, while I mulled over what I had just seen and heard.

I spent the rest of the hellish long day holding on to Nathan tightly. The bike roared in between our legs and I daydreamed, back to our first meeting.

I had dragged Frankie out on her second night in NYC. I had told her in no uncertain terms that what she needed was to get laid and that would sort out all of her problems. It was only now that I could see that wasn’t the answer to Frankie’s problems. She didn’t think about sex like I had done, to her it had always meant something. She and Alex were meant to be, call it fate. To me sex was like scratching an itch. It needed to be done, and it needed to be done often.

The second club of the night was rocking, I was in the middle of the dance floor, gyrating around the only bloke that I would even consider leaving on the arm of, when I noticed Frankie waving at me. She had just bought us another round of drinks. I peeled myself away from my latest conquest and fought my way through the sea of convulsing bodies to get back to the bar, it appeared I needed alcohol and the company of my bestie much more than I needed a screw. Watching the group who were stood next to Frankie part, I realised there was some sort of a commotion going on around her and I pushed my way faster through the throng of people. As I arrived Frankie was handing over a tumbler glass of what looked like whiskey to a very tall guy, who was balanced on a crutch with what looked like a whole drink spilt down the front of what would have been otherwise, a very smart white shirt. I could tell by the blush on Frankie’s face that she had something to do with his wet attire. I managed to suppress the laugh that was coming up from my stomach, I wasn’t going to embarrass her further. We had been through a hell of a lot together, I was as close to her as I was to my immediate family, maybe closer. A sudden shout from behind me made me turn to check out who the hell it was from. A small, dark-haired girl was going at Frankie. No way in hell was that little tart happening to my best friend, the skank in front of me needed a piece of me instead.

“Whoa, hold on a minute, girl, get your facts straight. It was an accident,” I squared up to her, before I spun around to the wet bloke to the side of me. “And you need to call off your Jack Russell.” I placed my hand on his chest and tapped it lightly with the enunciation of each word. The contact even through his wet shirt was all consuming, my fingertips felt like each one was receiving a very strong electric shock. I had never felt anything like it before. My hand had lingered, far longer than necessary.