Into the Light (Untwisted series Book 3) (4 page)

‘So he's just a friend from work then, Stella?’ Simon whispered, thankfully leaning in so no-one else could hear.

‘Yep.’ I replied, a bit too curtly, wincing as I realised how guilty my overly speedy reply made me look.

‘Come on sis, I've never seen you get flustered before, let alone over a guy, but God, Stella, you flushed redder than a beacon when he came over!’ Damn my cheeks, I knew it! Although if anything, Simon pointing it out only made my flush deepen to the point where my cheeks felt like they were on fire.

‘And where did you two disappear off to in such a hurry?’ he asked with narrowed eyes, continuing his scrutiny. Knowing that my inquisitive brother wouldn’t let up until he had got to the bottom of the matter I sighed and lifted my glass to my lips again. Perhaps if I drank for long enough my brother would lose interest, but no, after my overly long sip of champagne I found Simon still intently looking at me, waiting patiently for my reply.

I would be completely plastered and flat on my back soon if I didn’t ease up on the champagne, so reluctantly I lowered my glass, and my eyes too. ‘It's complicated, Simon.’ I muttered in way of cryptic explanation. But boy, was it the truth! Nathaniel Jackson was complication personified!

‘Complicated as in you used to see him but broke up? Or complicated as in you haven't quite got down and dirty yet but you both want to?’ he enquired with a sly grin and a nudge of his shoulder.

‘Simon!’ I exclaimed flushing yet again. I rolled my eyes. Complicated as in he's a stupidly possessive, but completely closed-off, mystery to me that I'm getting more attached to by the day but can never really have. I groaned out loud at my minds frank appraisal of my hopeless situation, but luckily Simon misread my groan for embarrassment.

‘Sorry, Royal Navy, remember, we boys tend to get straight to the point.’ Simon explained with an unapologetic shrug. ‘The chemistry between you two was obvious, Stella.’ he pointed out bluntly. Hmm, I'm sure it was; my skin seemed to come alive in buzzing tingles whenever Nathan was nearby and my breathing always hitched just a little too. Regardless of his oddities, there was no denying that Nathan and I did indeed have chemistry – explosive chemistry, in fact. I wouldn’t be lying if I said we were dynamite in bed together. I certainly thought so anyway.

Shrugging, I sighed again. Would Simon think less of me if he knew I was simply sleeping with Nathan but not officially in a couple? ‘Let’s just say I'm too busy for a relationship but that I know Nathan fairly well, all right?’

A smile tweaked on Simon's lips which quickly bloomed into a broad grin accompanied by a hearty chuckle, ‘Well, well, my little sister’s got herself a rich fuck buddy, who'd have thought it!’

Even though he had hit the nail right on the head I cringed at my brother’s crudeness before rolling my eyes and pouring myself another glass of champagne, all the while deliberately avoiding eye contact with Simon.

‘Hey,’ Simon said in a gentler tone nudging me until I reluctantly looked up, ‘Don't look embarrassed, Stella, we've all been there, just make sure he treats you right otherwise he'll have me to answer to, OK?’

Relaxing, I smiled at my brother’s words. If Simon knew how Nathan treated me – bondage, spanking, and rough sex in cupboards – he'd go ballistic. A sneaky grin split my face; what would probably shock my brother even more was just how much I enjoyed it.

Although I was loving the chance to catch up with Simon I kept finding myself casually turning around every five minutes or so to see if Nathan was still in attendance. He was, and every time I looked he caught my eye and smiled smugly. Bugger, I hadn't wanted him to see me looking! Especially as I was still pretending to be a little bit annoyed with him for his earlier behaviour. Mind you, the fact that he always seemed to be looking in my direction when I glanced across was secretly rather pleasing, and my heart accelerated as I considered the possibility that he might feel the same magnetic pull between us that I did.

It had to have been at least three hours since Nathan's little freak out in the cupboard and in that time I'd downed the best part of a bottle of champagne on my own, if not more, and was now feeling rather relaxed and content. Also known as: tipsy.

Being in the same room as Nathan but not being
with
Nathan wasn’t helping me slow my drinking either. I had those nervous trembles in my tummy that you get when you are out and make eye contact with someone you fancy like mad, add to that the free flowing champagne and it was all making me feel rather giddy.

Feeling my handbag vibrate under my arm I dug in amongst the random debris of lipsticks and chewing gum and retrieved my phone, which was flashing up a new message. Opening it up my heartbeat suddenly shot through the roof as I scanned the words on the screen and almost choked on my mouthful of champagne.

From: Nathaniel Jackson

Sent: 21:34pm

From your repeated glances I take it you want me again just as much as I want you. Meet me in the ladies’ toilets in 4 minutes. Don't make me wait.

My eyebrows skyrocketed towards my hairline. He wanted me again? Although truth be told I could easily go another round, but I wasn't going to make it that easy for him, not after his earlier behaviour. I was more than a little tipsy now and I decided to take advantage of the additional liquid courage to type out a cheeky reply.

From: Stella Marsden

Sent: 21:34pm

I'm still not speaking to you after your appalling behaviour earlier.

Let's see what he makes of that! I glanced over at him with as serious an expression on my face as I could muster, which meant that I was half frowning and half grinning, but immediately saw the look of scorn he threw me. As he read my text his eyebrow rose so impressively high it almost touched his hair and I couldn’t help but giggle. Oops, clearly he wasn't impressed. I watched as his thumb rapidly moved across the screen of his phone and then a message arrived in my hand almost immediately.

From: Nathaniel Jackson

Sent: 21:35pm

You are making me mad again, Stella. I apologised and you accepted it.

Yikes, making him mad again? When did I make him mad first time around? By being here with my brother? How frigging unreasonable was that! But before I could consider this another text pinged onto my screen.

From: Nathaniel Jackson

Sent: 21:35pm

I'll call it apology sex if it makes you feel better?

Now it was my turn for my eyebrows to rise significantly. Apology sex? I quite liked the idea of that! Plus it almost sounded like he was trying to compromise which was good, also he hadn't referred to it as a ‘fuck’ so maybe he really did mean it would be apologetic. My stupidly muddled champagne brain just couldn't help itself this evening though, and I typed out another quick reply and pressed send before I could rethink it.

From: Stella Marsden

Sent: 21:36

Apology sex does sound quite appealing, but toilet sex? That's a little low-class, Sir, plus it's hardly hygienic is it?

Knowing how obsessed he was with cleanliness, particularly his hands, an image of him meticulously scrubbing his fingers, then bending me over and taking me sprung to my mind, making me smirk into my glass. Rolling my lips together I tried to suppress my growing grin as I imagined how frustrated he must be getting at my disobedience. Once again a reply pinged to my phone almost immediately and I grinned – playing games with Nathan was actually quite fun.

From: Nathaniel Jackson

Sent: 21:36pm

Luckily this swanky hotel more than makes up for my lack of class and also has immaculate toilets.

Was I brave enough to do something as daring as have sex in a public toilet? I flushed at the thought and a thumping settled low between my legs as if my body was shouting ‘yes!’ at me. Well I'd already done it in a cupboard tonight, so a toilet was hardly worse than that, was it? I was distracted from my contemplation as my phone buzzed in my hand yet again causing me to look down.

From: Nathaniel Jackson

Sent: 21:37pm

You now have 1 minute and 17 seconds.

A small squeak slipped from my lips, but luckily fate was on my side because at the exact same moment someone dropped a glass, causing a small commotion in the bar as the panicked barman ran to sort it out. I smirked at his rushed sweeping, suspecting that people don't usually make a mess in somewhere as swanky as Claridge's.

They probably don’t usually have sex in the toilets either, I thought in embarrassment as I slipped from my stool and placed my glass down. I knew that no matter how nervous the thought of sneaking into the toilets for an intimate liaison was, it wasn't anywhere near as bad as the things Nathan would do to me on Friday night if I ignored his request – his 
demand
 – and made him mad.
Again
.

Besides, now my earlier anger had subsided, seeing Nathan here looking so dashing and relaxed had made me ridiculously horny, even after the cupboard session, and I'd be lying to myself if I said that some relief wouldn't be welcome right now. Replaying my own thoughts I cringed – I was turning into a kinky sex-obsessed freakster like Nathan!

I needed to play this right; telling the gathered group that I was going to the toilet would inevitably end up with one of Simon's female friends trying to accompany me in the typical girly way that women do, so instead I frowned down at my phone which was still clamped in my hand.

‘I've just had an urgent message from the office, I need to call them back. I'll just nip outside, won't be long.’ Much to my relief no-one batted an eyelid as I left, or questioned why the office would be texting me at gone nine at night, before I hastily headed to the toilets by the entrance.

Seeing a small plastic triangle outside the ladies toilets that stated ‘Closed for Cleaning’ I hesitated briefly before mustering my courage, sidestepping the sign and entering the toilets as stealthily as I could. The door had barely closed before I found myself pressed up against it by firm hands on my shoulders and being kissed furiously by Nathan as if his life depended on it, his tongue thrusting and circling with mine in mere seconds, forcing me to open my lips and give in to his demands. Groaning my approval my hands instantly found their way to his shoulders, pulling him even closer so our bodies were fused together, one hand gripping his soft hair as Nathan so often did to mine and the other practically clawing at the skin of his neck.

When he finally pulled back I tried desperately to catch my jerky breathing. ‘So is this my second apology of the night then?’ I asked jokily between pants, but in response my shoulders were gripped and I was shifted across the room and folded forwards over the sink unit with Nathan pressing himself firmly against my back.

Raising my eyes to the mirror in front of me I could see our reflection and it was quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed – me panting, submissive, and flushed as Nathan stood breathing heavily, studying me intently and dominating me completely by pressing my body down so I couldn’t move an inch. As usual he was avoiding eye contact, but the frown line on his forehead told me that he had taken enough of my playful teasing for one night.

‘Don't fucking push me, Stella.’ he warned in a low and deadly tone, grinding his hips sharply against my bum as one hand gripped my hair tightly to keep me still. I probably should have been a little scared by his apparent aggression, but I knew this was just how Nathan was; intense and formidable, and his behaviour merely upped my arousal tenfold and sent a new flood of arousal rushing to my panties and no doubt soaking them. Christ, the effect this man had on me was just inexplicable. I might have to start carrying a spare pair of knickers in my handbag in case of any chance encounters with him in future.

Suddenly pulling me upright, Nathan led me to a chaise longue in the corner of the swanky bathroom and wasted no time in laying me down and following suit so that I was caged in by his body. Even in my heightened state of arousal my champagne-filled brain couldn't help but giggle at the plushness of our surroundings. ‘I have to say this isn't quite the toilet sex I had first imagined.’ I mumbled though a smile against his lips as I caught a glance of a chandelier on the ceiling above us.

Leaning back Nathan examined every part of my face intently, avoiding my eyes of course, then drew in several ragged breaths through his nose before scooping me up without a word. Kicking his way into a cubicle he lowered me down his hard body and pressed my back up against the wall. ‘Is this better? More down and dirty? I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.’ he breathed against my neck, apparently teasing me.

‘Ummm … yes … this is more what I imagined.’ I giggled, high on the mix of champagne and Nathan currently in my system. Without further preamble Nathan had my skirt hoisted up and his trousers open before drawing his hips back and thrusting into me so hard the toilet roll holder sprung off the wall, causing me to cry out far too loudly.

Jeez, talk about a speedy start! ‘Wrap your legs around me.’ he ordered, and I immediately did, causing our connection to be even deeper and even more delicious. I groaned against his neck, burying my face in his warm skin,
holy hell,
Nathan was really going for it tonight – each thrust in was a hard, precise strike to my G-spot making stars appear in front of my eyes, and each retraction was pure unadulterated pleasure as he rubbed his shaft over my clit. Jeez, with these skilled movements I wouldn't last much longer.

‘You never disappoint, Sir.’ I panted in between his hard thrusts. Nathan gave a grunt that I took as appreciation for my comment, but then speech became impossible as Nathan increased his tempo even further so that the entire cubicle was rattling and shaking with his movements.

And that was it … one more savage thrust from Nathan's skilful hips and I was suddenly shattering into a spiralling climax that had shot up on me far quicker than expected. I couldn't help the surprised scream of pleasure that flew from my mouth, but thankfully I was still lucid enough to silence it by burying my face in Nathan's damp neck as I rode out my orgasm in his arms.