Three of Spades (19 page)

Crossing her arms and jutting out her small hip, Natalie cocked her head and asked with all the sarcasm she could muster, “And you just happen to carry doors and locks with you?” The question fostered another one, there was no way that door would have fit in the Challenger, how did he get it and so fast?

As if reading her mind was becoming second nature to him, he checked the swing of the door a couple of times as he said, “I called one of my guys. I asked him to bring one of the extras from a job site, which is just down the street.” Satisfied with the closing and levelness of the new door, Dylan knelt down and started the job of adhering the new lock and deadbolt. What he didn’t tell Natalie, the other reason for the need to add the door and locks, was that it would keep Reggie out and stop his search for whatever he was looking for.

Dylan made quick work of the lock and with a couple of clicks of the new shiny brass deadbolt; Dylan closed the door and clicked the locks one last time.

Natalie watched as he worked and found it artful; the way his hands carefully handled the small nuts and bolts so easily as well as wielded different kinds of tools. Natalie would still be reading the directions on how to begin in the time it took Dylan to finish.

These were her thoughts when Dylan reached her in one stride. He rested his large hands on her small waist and moved her hair away from her neck with his nose. He kissed the spot that caused her to go all gooey. Soon, her hands were wound around his neck holding him to her. His hands began to move to her ass, over their swells to the back of her thighs and then upward repeating the track. Each time, he pulled her closer to his throbbing erection that now threatened to burst out of his zipper.

“Natalie. I. Want. You. Now.” He said huskily, between laps of his tongue and open mouth kisses.

“Hmm,” was all Natalie could get out.

Quickly, Dylan picked her up and Natalie wrapped her legs around his waist. Their tongues were now dancing the most erotic of all rumbas. Where his hands went, her moans increased. Where her gently seeking lips touched, his desire grew. Using process of elimination, Dylan used Natalie’s fine ass to push open the last door. Within two steps, his shins touched a bed. He slowly crawled down to it placing Natalie upon it. As he covered her, their give and take carried on. Soon, clothes were thrown all around and they rolled so Natalie was on top of Dylan, straddling his lean hips. Her smile disappeared and her face changed from self-assurance to asking permission.

Dylan quickly applied the condom from the foil package. He answered her by pulling her down on top of his aching hard flesh.

“Ride me, Natalie.”

With his feet firmly on the ground, the position gave him great leverage. As Natalie reached down and placed her hands on his chest, she began the slow up and down motion that he craved. Tilting his head back in sheer pleasure, Dylan said, “Just like that Babe, oh yeah, that a girl.”

Feeling powerful and watching as he enjoyed what she was doing to him, Natalie increased her speed. Until she too, became a victim to the unbelievable friction and climax that was building. Soon the room was filled with dirty verbal directions and answers in kind. Her moans were answered by his curses. Her wants were answered by his body. As Natalie was reaching the pinnacle point, Dylan slammed her down on him and he yelled out his own completion. Natalie watched as his whole body convulsed in ecstasy. As his muscles went from ridged to relaxed in moments. His breath was choppy and coming fast, but then, so was hers. Knowing she was close but not being able to reach her own pleasure, Natalie slowly pulled off Dylan and cuddled to his side.

Within seconds, Dylan chuckled and said, “What an asshole I am. You didn’t come did you? Well, we will just have to fix that, won’t we?”

Dylan inserted a finger into her and mimicked their previous deed. Soon he added another and Natalie claimed she could not take anymore. Dylan watched as her face glowed and the orgasm took over when he applied his thumb to her clit. She begged him to stop after her spasm quieted but Dylan was newly aroused. He quickly built up her need again and when she was once again at the breaking point, he removed his fingers and pushed his hard erection into her sweet heat. One pump, two pumps, she squeezed his cock. She pulled him inward as she lifted those fabulous thighs around his hips. Natalie screamed out his name as she climaxed for the second time in a matter of minutes. This one better than the last. Dylan followed right behind her and collapsed on top of her.

Dylan was content to lay there in the quiet as he ran his fingers through Natalie’s soft hair. He looked around the room and focused on all the small things that proved Natalie’s room had not changed from the time she was a girl. There was a shelf with stuffed animals, with dust and signs of age staring down at him. Books littered every surface he could see. A small bureau stood to his right. Its mismatched draw pulls and the wooden block that stood in as its front leg showed Dylan that Natalie’s life was true to what she told him. Not that he doubted her, but seeing the evidence for himself, it saddened him to know that she and her family struggled. She should not have known about such things. As his eyes continued to roam the room, his back began to beg for its usual much softer accommodations. Dylan rolled to his side seeking a more comfortable position and the ancient bed creaked, threatening to give out from under their weight. He bent his elbow letting his headrest on his hand and looked down at Natalie. She now faced him with her soft cascades of hair flowing out from under her. Her glasses rested on the bedside table and currently her eyes were closed. If it were not for her perfectly pink tongue darting out to lick her lush lower lip, Dylan would have thought she was asleep. She looked so perfect and peaceful, but Dylan knew she wasn’t. For everything she was currently going through emotionally, Natalie continued to take sucker punch after sucker punch. It amazed him that she continued to not see her own self-worth. It infuriated him the way her family treated her but who was he to say anything more than he already had. He just had to keep telling himself that he would stick to his word and follow through with their agreement; play his part and hope that was enough to make Natalie happy. Sensing his gaze, she opened her dreamy eyes and locked on to his.

“I was afraid you passed out on me again. But then it dawned on me, there was no snoring, so you had to be awake.” He finished with a sexy smile that showed his playful side.

That smile was enough to make her ready for another round. His beautiful dark eyes wrinkled at the corners in a way that men, especially him, could carry as a sexy attribute rather than a flaw. Natalie’s eyes moved from those plainly showing his sinful thoughts eyes to his slightly crooked nose. The scruff from his need for another shave gave him even more of a rugged sexy appeal. She brought her vision back to the starting point of that wicked bad boy smile showing his beautiful white teeth. Natalie raised her hand and felt the prickly texture of his cheek and her finger traced the outline of his scar.

“What happened here?” Natalie asked quietly, as if they were whispering so not to be caught.

Deciding she deserved truth and honesty, Dylan started to tell her the story. Whenever anyone had asked, he always told them the same version, leaving out the uglier part of the tale. But he wanted to tell Natalie in its entirety.

“I was in my mid-twenties; at a hole in the wall dive bar in Burlington. I was happily swindling some hotshot fraternity boys out of their Daddy’s money playing darts, when there was a commotion from the other side of the bar. Some drunken loser was hollering at a girl who was cowering in a dark corner booth. It was the type of place that such a commotion didn’t get a lot of attention from the usual patrons. I could see the girl already had quite a shiner. Anyway, this asshole’s loud, vicious, drunken tirade continued to escalate when the prick broke his beer bottle on the edge of the table and threatened the girl with it.” Dylan closed his eyes remembering the repulsive smell that wafted off the man. It was evident he hadn’t showered in days, if not weeks, as the smell of stale cigarettes and barf poured off of him. Dylan was amazed that no one else moved but an inch as the ordeal unfolded. Knowing he would not be able to stand by as this pathetic excuse for a man took out his rage on this poor girl, Dylan did what he hoped any decent man would do. Opening his eyes, he smiled down at Natalie and continued. “So, I told him that he should leave her alone and pick on a man, one who would not be afraid to hit back. I’ll give it to the bastard; he got in a quick jab with the broken part of the bottle before I beat the shit out of him. After, as the dickhead lay in a puddle of puke and blood, I convinced the girl to get out of the booth. She was a timid little thing, but for some reason she thought I was trustworthy enough to get her out of there. I took her to a nearby coffee house where she could warm up. She told me how her boyfriend had given her the black eye because she spilled her orange soda inside his freshly cleaned car.” Dylan shook his head and felt his adrenaline build at the thought of her small face being spoiled by such a pitiful existence of a man. Dylan had to get up and walk off some of the tension building in his muscles. He paced the small space that Natalie’s room allowed. He flexed his hands wanting to feel his flesh and bones crash into something. When he felt the worst of it was over, he turned to find Natalie sitting on the bed with the sheet pulled up covering her gloriously fine body from his sight. Dylan walked back over, sat on the side of the bed and used a finger to brush her hair behind her ear. “Her boyfriend, after smashing his fist into her face, stopped the car and literally pushed her out. There she was in a shady part of Burlington, in nothing more than a slip of a dress, in January. She had no money, no phone. She wondered into the dive bar just to get out of the cold and to figure out what to do. She had the unfortunate timing to find herself being confused for some bastard drunks cheating wife. Anyway, I gave her some money and my phone number because, honestly, I didn’t know what else to do. We kept in touch and before I knew it she weaved her way into my life on a much more permanent basis.” Dylan smiled as he said the last part.

CeCe!
That poor girl was CeCe. Natalie suddenly felt sadness for a younger CeCe who experienced such an ugly horrible time in her life. She was happy that Dylan found her and helped her. Her respect and love for Dylan grew so much in that moment. She knew she had completely fallen in love with him. Not only was he sexy, hot and wonderful but he was also kind and gentle.

“CeCe is very lucky to have you,” Natalie said, as she leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss that she hoped showed how much his story touched her.

Happy that Natalie fit all the pieces of the puzzle together, he smiled and said, “Yeah, well, I don’t know about that, but I sure am damn proud of her. She’s really made something of herself and has built a phenomenal business. She can be a pain in the ass, but what can I say, I’m a sucker for a pretty girl.”

Natalie smiled, knowing his compliment of CeCe’s appearance was meant in a completely benign way.

“Anyway, that’s how my dream of modeling came to end, when I got my perfect face marred,” Dylan said with such sarcasm that he actually went about pretending to dry a tear from his eye. Natalie playfully shoved at him and Dylan found this to be a challenge. Soon, the room was filled with giggles and laughter as well as empty playful threats. They wrestled and tussled around and Natalie found herself pinned beneath Dylan.

Having her beneath him in such a primal and timeless position, gave Dylan the little help he needed to become completely aroused and ready to ravage her. Soon, before Dylan knew it, his blood pumped, adrenaline pulsated, and sexual need thundered through his body. He needed to feel her, the part of her that only he had. Like how animals mark their territory and mates with their scent. That is how Dylan felt, as if he was warding off other males.

After he applied the required shield, he entered her. There was nothing sweet or gentle about this. This was about lust; straight up and a double at that. He rocked into her at such a pace that the ancient bed rocked, banging into the wall with every thrust. Dylan didn’t care. He didn’t care if the whole thing went right through the wall; as long as he and Natalie were still connected as one. As his pelvis slammed into her welcoming center, Dylan knew his climax was within sight.

Natalie’s body happily received each and every plunge. He could not get closer or deeper inside her, but she wanted him to. Natalie sought to turn inside out from the sensations he was teaching her body to crave. The hell with her head, or her heart, her own body would betray her, taking what it required and desired, above all else. She needed this man to feel this explosive response. The only relief was to shatter from the fiery awareness that her body felt was its entitlement.

Their cores touched and ignited leaving them both to call out their completions together. The earth moved and the heavens sang. Here in this room, Dylan tried to ignore the knowledge that he would never again be the same.

~THIRTEEN~

N
atalie’s day was typical in what it entailed, however, anything but typical with how she felt. After going their separate ways, Dylan told her he had a business meeting that night but asked her to go with him to Cal’s the next night for the soft opening of the extended building. Happy that he asked and wanting to go, Natalie agreed. She told him that she would meet him at Cal’s around eight o’clock. She fulfilled her promise to bring her mother the things she requested after class and was concerned to find that her mother didn’t want her to stay and visit. She claimed she wasn’t feeling well and needed to rest, but she expected Natalie’s attendance at a dinner the upcoming weekend at Sam’s house. With nothing to do and no desire to go home, Natalie found herself heading toward CeCe’s store. When she got there, CeCe had a couple of customers, so Natalie browsed a new display in the front window.