Three of Spades (18 page)

When they were alone, Dylan walked over to where Natalie sat on the floor and pulled her to her feet.

“Hey, you can’t leave me hanging like that, babe. It’s like when I got stood up for the prom, I’ll have nightmares and everything all over again.”

Unable to hold out without laughing at his outrageously false tale, Natalie chuckled and playfully pushed at his chest.

Feeling better that she shared that beautiful Natalie smile, Dylan looked at her hoping she would let him see the warm chocolate gaze from behind her glasses. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close. She willingly moved her neck to give him better access as he licked and lightly nibbled. Feeling the sparks of arousal grow, Natalie momentarily forgot that this was just temporary. But as his lips and caress grew longer and deeper, Natalie was brought back to the now and the fact that this wasn’t real.

Dylan felt the sudden change in her body. He hated that she would be able to turn her arousal off or would want to do such a thing. It felt like a lifetime since he had taken her. In fact, he had the intentions that they could, perhaps, rectify that right now with use of one of the many surfaces in the room.

“I mean it, Natalie, come with me to the Gala.” She looked up at his face as if gauging that he truly meant the words. He leaned down, touched her lips with his, and moved his tongue along the line that separated her lips. Natalie granted him access and he danced with her tongue. Soon the need to have her grew to its boiling point. She had wound her hands around his shoulders and held on as he played her body, once again. His hands roamed from neck to bottom, massaging and claiming every inch. Soon his hands were beneath the softness of the cashmere. He filled his hands with her breasts and through the material of her bra, he could feel her nipples were already erect. Dylan forcefully pulled the cups down, freeing her breasts, and letting the callousness of his palms rub over the sensitive flesh of breast and nipple. The more he squeezed and caressed, the more he wanted the rigid nub in his mouth. With a flail of arms, Dylan had the sweater off Natalie. That roused Natalie, bringing her to the present and reminding her of their location.

“Dylan! We can’t, what if they hear us, or come up,” she said in a whisper, as if they would hear her down the stairs, through the closed door, and over the surround sound of the game. Wanting her more than he cared to admit, he quickly fixed her complaint. Pulling her along to the bathroom, he turned on the dimmer lights so that they made a soft glow and closed and locked the door.

“There.” He walked her backwards so that she was up against the sink. Quickly and easily, Dylan picked her up and placed her so that she sat on the countertop. Spreading her thighs, he took his place between them and finally took her beautiful breast into his wanting mouth. He suckled and bit, wanting to devour her. Natalie leaned back on her arms to give him unlimited access. He moved to the other breast giving it the same intense attention as its sister.

Natalie felt the incredible need begin to build. She tilted her head back in pure unadulterated desire. When she was sure she could not take anymore, she watched as Dylan started a voyage downward. He easily removed her pants and gave a quick, yet thorough, appreciation for the beautiful green panties that covered her wet center. Without apology, Dylan ripped them from her body with his powerful hands and dove in to his second course of Natalie.

Natalie watched as his dark head toiled between her milk like thighs. In and out, in and out, his tongue probed and licked at a furious pace. He applied a finger, then two, being sure to alternate to amplify the erotic sensation.

Loving how her vocals grew in octaves, her pleas and petitions for mercy energized his need to enslave her to him. Soon, she was panting for his pity to end the torture. Dylan gave in and pushed her over the edge when he sucked her swollen hidden bud into his mouth and gave a quick flick with his tongue. She climaxed, screaming out her completion. Dylan stood, quickly taking possession of her mouth to stifle her scream. Natalie collapsed into a meek pile of frazzled nerve endings and aftershocks of sensation.

Dylan pulled her down and turned her so she used the counter as support. He stood behind her and met her eyes in the mirror. Her heavy lidded gaze, still unfocused, locked onto him. He undid his pants and took the foil packet out from his pocket. Once in place, he slowly entered her. The quivers still radiated from her vibrating internal muscles. As he pushed further into her, those same muscles gripped him with all their tight and perfect smoothness. As deep as he could go, he remained unmoving until her gaze became clear. When she looked at him with pleading in her eyes, he began. The undeniable sound of slapping bodies created from his vigorous motion. When he knew he would last no longer, he bit down on her shoulder to muffle his own howl of fulfillment.

Natalie regained use of her voice first. When she asked Dylan if he was all right, he answered her with a grunt. She looked at the picture they made in the mirror, at their still heaving bodies and could not believe just twenty-four hours ago she didn’t know such feelings existed. How so much has changed it, just this one-day period. She went into this with the thoughts of easily being able to let go and walk away when time was up. Being here like this, she knew she would not be able to. It would be easier for her to rip out her own heart. But, then, again having Dylan Cross walking away from her would feel like the same thing.

~TWELVE~

A
fter they had left the Finn’s home, Dylan headed in the direction of his home.

“Dylan, I need to go home. You are going the wrong way.”

“Why do you need to go home? Spend the night with me.” Since their risqué encounter in the bathroom, Dylan itched to get Natalie between the sheets again. He was actually close to shaking from need. Dylan had taken women in a lot of different and unusual locations, but that quickie with Natalie was monumental.

As wonderful as his request sounded to her, she knew she should just sleep in her own bed, alone, before she completely blinded herself to their relationship not being real. But oh how she loved hearing him ask her to stay with him.

“I don’t think that is a good idea. Besides, I have to work in the morning and my car is at home,” Natalie answered in a weak soft voice.

“Fine!” With a large huff, Dylan accelerated but did not change the car’s direction. “I hope your bed is comfortable, Natalie. I’m cranky in the morning if I don’t sleep well,” Dylan said casually.

“No, I didn’t mean . . .” Natalie was cut off by Dylan’s finger pressed against her lips.

“We are sharing a bed tonight, end of discussion.”

Oh, goodness. Dylan was going to stay with her at her house. How many times did she lay in her double bed and read passionate scenes within the worlds of her books. Now she was going to, perhaps, live one in that very bed. Feeling silly over the notion and concerned as if she was a teenager sneaking a boy into her house, Natalie’s nerves skyrocketed.

They pulled up Dylan’s secluded driveway, which was bordered with thick trees. To Natalie’s surprise, Dylan opened the garage door but didn’t pull the car inward; rather left the car in the drive.

“I’ll just run in and grab a few things,” Dylan said, as he exited the car.

Natalie watched as Dylan’s fine ass walked away from her toward the garage stairs. When he disappeared inside, Natalie looked over the luscious landscape and settled on the far off twinkle of lights from town. Natalie opened the door and walked over the thick grass focusing on the bright specks. There was quite a nip in the air and Natalie wished she had a coat. As she wandered around the terrain of Dylan’s property, she walked closer to the darkened woods. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she had the uncomfortable feeling that she was being watched. Freezing in fear, she squinted into the darkness to see if she could see anything abnormal. Right then, she heard the snapping of twigs and ruffling of leaves.

“Natalie?”

She jumped and let out a screech that would make a banshee cringe. Dylan’s arms were suddenly around her whispering sounds of quiet and calmness. When her breathing was back under control, Natalie looked at Dylan’s quizzical dark gaze and she let out a small chuckle. She fixed her glasses that had, once again, gone askew and said, “Don’t you know it isn’t polite to sneak up on people?”

Holding her this close, feeling the sweet tight body under his hands as well as feeling her erratic heartbeat against his chest, fueled Dylan’s desire for her. “Since when, have I given you the impression that ‘polite’ is in my vocabulary?”

Sudden images of their reflection in the bathroom mirror slammed into her brain; seeing the aroused expression on his face as his neck corded and his body grinded into her from behind. Natalie blushed as she remembered her own erotic reflection, as she pleaded for him to take her harder. Glad for the darkness that surrounded them; Natalie cleared her throat and asked if he had everything he needed. They walked back to the car and, as usual, Dylan waited for Natalie to slide in before closing her door and walking over and climbing in himself. He reversed the car, closed the garage door, and headed off toward Natalie’s home.

Stupid
fucking
branch!
He almost yelled out as he lost his footing and stepped on, what sounded like, the loudest snapping branch in the world. It was a close call. The nerdy girl almost saw him. He momentarily thought he would be found but then Cross came out and reprioritized her attention. So, Cross was fucking a four-eyed pixie? Not his usual repertoire, but information was information. He walked back to where his truck was hidden and Jones climbed in. His recon mission of finding out Cross’ weak spots was surprisingly easy. Here Jones thought it would be one of the many machines he owned and housed in his Fort Knox of a garage, but it may just be something smaller and easier to destroy.

Dylan pulled into Natalie’s driveway and parked behind the silver BMW, the plates of which read ‘MEGABUX’ and cut the engine. Natalie was quicker than he was this time and hopped out of the car, ran up the rickety steps, and opened the front door.

“Reggie!?!” she yelled, as she followed the muffled curse coming from her mother’s bedroom. Natalie opened the door and gasped when she saw the room was in shambles. Every drawer was open, the closet was emptied, and both’s contents were piled on the bed.

“What in the world are you doing?” Natalie asked, as she walked over to her brother and ripped one of her mother’s worn nightgowns out of his hand.

“What does it look like I’m doing, screwing myself?” Reggie barked at her. It had to be here. He knew it was. But now, his search would have to come to an end. “Where have you been anyway? Lifting your skirt for Cross? Don’t you know, sister of mine, that you ain’t nothing but another pussy to him.” His pride grew three sizes as he watched the shock and misery cross his sisters face. He was just about to continue with another ego-crushing blow, when a deep voice sounded from the hallway.

“You are just asking for me to knock every one of those cosmetically bonded teeth of yours out of your ugly head, Reggie,” Dylan said with icy menace, as he stood in the doorway with his hands resting up over his head holding on to the doorframe. Dylan could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. What he would not do to give just one quick jab to Reggie and watch as his head snapped back and he shrieked out in pain.

With sweat now beading at his temple, Reggie felt the need to make a hasty exit. “You think your God’s gift Cross. You are nothing but a male whoring, fuck anything, no good, small town contractor, who could never amount to anything.”

Natalie could not believe the malice that was coming from her brother. She never saw eye to eye with Reggie but to see him so vicious was both embarrassing and fearful. Not for injury to herself but potentially for him. Natalie watched as Dylan’s face remained calm, yet, the look in his eyes was anything but.

Reggie gave one last look and exited through the connecting bathroom. Natalie closed her eyes hoping for peace but the slamming of the door and the echoing insults jostled her from her happy place.

Feeling her face was as red as a tomato; Natalie leaned over and picked up the now wrinkled clothes. Dylan came in and bent down, to pick up a handful of clothing. Natalie put her small warm hand on his arm and said in a meek voice, “Please, Dylan, give me a few moments and I’ll take care of this.”

Seeing her eyes filled with water, tore at Dylan’s heart. What it must have been like growing up with Reggie and Sam as brothers. Dylan wanted to get in his car and follow Reggie to his million dollar home and kick the ever living shit out of him. Not for himself, fuck, he could care less what Reggie said about him, but for the evilness in his treatment toward Natalie. Dylan did not know what Reggie was looking for, and it did not seem that Natalie had any idea of her brother’s intentions, but Dylan was damn sure going to find out.

“Babe, if you need me just holler.” Dylan bent over and gave her bowed golden head a kiss. As he exited the room, he pulled out his cell phone and made the first of two phone calls.

Natalie was just about finished in her mother’s room when she heard a loud banging sound. Fearful that Reggie had returned, Natalie threw the last of the nightstand contents into the drawer and ran to the door. There Dylan stood, with a crowbar in hand, looking sinfully sexy. Natalie’s front door was half off the hinges and now had a large crack down the middle.

“Dylan?”

“Hey, Babe. Your new door will be attached in a minute, with a new lock as well.”

As Natalie processed the words and the sight of his actions, she was ultimately dumbfounded. He was putting in a new door with a new lock? Really?

“Why are you doing this?” Natalie asked, honestly, a little perturbed.

A very good question, Dylan thought, and one that he would answer, partially at least. “Well, your other one gave me nightmares of a good gust of wind blowing it wide open. With you living here by yourself now, you needed a little better protection,” Dylan said, as he screwed in the last piece.