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  I give his hand a reassuring squeeze and smile at him. He smiles back, but there’s something missing. He just seems defeated or maybe he’s just stressed out by everything.

  Kayson seems to have more pizza on his face than he’s gotten in his mouth. I start laughing hysterically. Kayson begins laughing, too. He doesn’t even know why I’m laughing. He’s probably laughing at me because of my outburst of laughter. I probably look like a crazy person. Nathan looks between us, our laughter contagious and he joins in with us. I’m so happy to see him smiling and laughing. I miss this man.

  After dinner, Nathan gives Kayson a bath and gets him to sleep. He joins me on the couch after he’s taken a shower, himself. I wanted to join him, but I thought he might need some time alone to think and regroup.

  Nathan takes my hands in his. “Brittany, I want you to know how grateful I am that you’re here. You’ve been so helpful to the both of us. I know when we started dating this wasn’t exactly how you saw this going. I know you could’ve just given up on me and been done, but you didn’t. In the back of my mind, when you left earlier, I wasn’t sure if you’d come back,” he pauses, and looks down at our joined hands. “I don’t blame you if you want to go.”

  “Stop it. Stop fucking talking like that. I’ll be honest, I did think a lot about all of this and where we are and all that shit, but I’m here aren’t I? I chose to be here. I want to be here. Now please stop it and kiss me already.”

  Nathan places his hands on each side of my face, forcefully pulling me into him and kisses me with such urgency. It’s exactly what I want, exactly what I need right now in this moment. I need him. He needs me. We can help each other.

  I moan into his mouth, breaking the kiss. “Take me to bed.”

  He lifts me into his arms and carries me to his room. We fall into bed together, kissing, hands all over each other. I need this so much, but I know Nathan needs it even more. I want to make him feel good. I owe him. We were interrupted the last time I tried to please him.

  I pull away quickly. Nathan’s eyes scan my face with worry. I push him onto the bed and rip his button-up shirt open. Buttons fly everywhere. I feel powerful and the look of shock and amusement on his face is worth it. I sit on top of him and kiss his lips and slowly kiss down his neck and nibble his earlobe, then continuing down his chest. I pinch his nipple and he lets out a yelp, but I feel his hardness pressing into my ass. He likes it.

  I look up at him as I kiss down his rippling stomach and lick a circle around his bellybutton. His eyes are smoldering with need. He knows what’s coming. I’m honestly a bit nervous. This is the first time that I’m giving him head. I’m not worried about doing it. I know I’m good at it. It’s just the first time is always different. I want him to love it. Well, not too much. I still want him to fuck me senseless after.

  Here goes nothing. I slowly unzip his jeans, building the anticipation, my my eyes never leaving his. His eyes are hooded and hungry and still beautiful in the moonlit room. He lifts for me as I pull his jeans and boxer briefs down. I scrape my nails down his sides as I go. His dick springs free, straining, ready for my mouth.

  “Brittany, please.” The sound of him begging me. I fucking love it. I love being in control. I thrive on it. He doesn’t know it, but him doing that will make this even better for him.

  “Again. Say it again, Nathan. Beg me. I promise it will be worth it.”

  The look in his eyes, gleaming. “Brittany, I said please. Now. I need you.”

  I wrap one hand around the base, he twitches in my hand. I look up and see a smirk on his face. He’s fucking with me. This isn’t how this works. I flick my tongue along the tip and narrow my eyes in warning. His smile disappears and his mouth opens slightly. I take him in slowly and go deep, not wasting any time. A hiss slips past his lips and he grips the sheets. I love knowing that it’s me affecting him like this. It gives me more confidence. I start sucking harder, going deeper and faster. He moans loudly. “Fuck. Brittany,” he moans. “It feels so good. Slow down. I don’t want to cum. I want you.”

  I release him with a pop. “I want you, too.”

  He pulls my hair gently toward him. “Come here. Ride me.”

  “Where are your condoms?” He reaches over, searching in the side table drawer pulling one out and hands it to me.

  “You put it on me,” he says, watching me as I take it and tear it open with my teeth. I’ve only done this a couple of times and it’s definitely not something you want to do wrong.

  I roll the condom down his length as far as it will go. He watches me as I do it. He twitches it in my hand. With the lube on the condom it basically falls out of my hand and he chuckles.

  He is such a masculine man and when I hear that chuckle escape his lips, it’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. It’s so much better than him steadily bugging the fuck out of me like he does at work. I wish I hadn’t been such a bitch all those months. I’d always thought he was hot as fuck, and those tattoos… fuck, but he drove me insane.

  He twitches again, pulling me from my thoughts. “Are you okay? Where’d you go?”

  “Sorry. I was just thinking about you.”

  “Really. About me huh? Like what? How awesome I am?” He laughs.

  “Well, that and about what a bitch I was to you for so long. I just think that maybe if I’d given you a chance sooner, maybe you wouldn’t have driven me crazy. I don’t know. Maybe we would have been together longer, ya know?”

  “I get it. I agree. I tried to tell you that a dozen times, but you’re so damn stubborn,” he says, grabbing me around the waist and flipping me with him on top of me. I yelp and giggle, but I’m so turned on at how strong he is.

  His eyes narrow. “You aren’t always right, Brittany. Sorry to break it to you. I told you we could be great together.” He reaches between my legs and rubs my swollen clit. “Say it. Say I was right.”

  I laugh. He can’t be serious. “I’m always right,” I giggle. His eyes narrow again, a finger entering me slowly. My giggle turns into a moan.

  “Say it, Brittany. Let go. You don’t always need to have control.” He adds another finger, circling inside me. It feels so good, but I want him inside me.

  “Come on, Nathan. I want you. Please.”

  “I want you, too.” He stops, leaving his fingers inside. “Just give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want.”

  I groan. He’s about to piss me off. I’m getting frustrated, sexually frustrated. I don’t like how well he thinks he knows me, but he does. “Fine. Fuck. You were right, okay. Now fuck me.”

  “I know. Thanks for admitting it. It wasn’t that hard, was it?” he asks, thrusting into me.

  “Fuck.” I gasp. “Fuck me, please. I’ll tell you whatever you want. Just don’t stop.”

  Nathan leans down on his elbows, gripping my hair in his hand. I love it like this.

  “Do you like that? Do you like it rough, Brittany?” he asks, going in deep.

  “Yes,” I moan.

  He lets go of my hair, skimming my cheek before wrapping his hand around my throat. I know Nathan wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. As soon as the panic rises, it disappears with a need inside. It does something to me. No man has ever done this to me, but I fucking love it. It brings something out in me and I want more.

  “That’s right,” he says, going deeper than before, rubbing my clit each time. “Don’t fight it, Brittany. Let go. Let me make you feel good.”

  I’m so close. So, fucking close. He owns my body right now. How he knows what I need, I’m confused, I feel defeated and then relief when my orgasm rockets through my body, so intense. I feel like I might pass out. I’ve never had an orgasm of this magnitude in my entire life. I thought his tongue was good. Fuck. This man is amazing in so many ways.

  As my climax begins to fade, but still convulsing around him, he begins pounding into me again and again, rushing towards his own. He grunts and grips my neck pulling me close, pressing our foreheads together
. Both of us glistening with sweat. He kisses me chastely. I feel him begin to tremble and moving at a torturous slow rhythm inside me. I can feel myself getting close to another orgasm. I’m not sure if I can handle another like the last.

  “Brittany,” he groans. “Are you close?”

  “Yes. Nathan, go. I’m there. Go.”

  “Oh, Brittany. You feel so fucking good. You’re so beautiful. I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”

  “Nathan!” I scream, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him in as close as possible. “Oh God. Nathan. I’m cumming.”

  “You’re so sexy,” he grunts and then a loud moan escapes his lips as they crash against mine. I can feel the heat and feel him pulsing inside of me.

  We lie here, trying to catch our breath. Nathan doesn’t say anything. He kisses me before going to the bathroom to clean up.

  I can’t believe all the feelings I just experienced with him. I have to be careful. I felt as if could have let the L word slip out and that would have been insane. Yes, I’ve known him a while, but not really knowing him personally. Not to mention, we haven’t been seeing each other for very long. I did feel it. I wonder if he did, too.

  Nathan returns and climbs in beside me, kissing my bare shoulder.

  “Please stay like this.”

  “Like what? Naked?”

  “Yes, please,” he says, pulling me close and kissing my head.

  It doesn’t take long before we’re both asleep after that amazing workout.

  “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” Kayson is screaming and crying out for his mother. It breaks my heart for this poor baby. He doesn’t understand why he can’t see his mother, why she isn’t here for him, why she doesn’t hold him, sing to him, love him. I can’t imagine what’s going through his little mind.

  I sit up and wipe the sleep out of my eyes. It’s six-thirty and I need to get ready for work.

  “I bet he’s hungry,” Nathan says sleepily, sitting up and stretching those strong arms above his head. “I’ll be right back.” He puts on his briefs, going to Kayson. I hurry and dress quickly before they come back. I don’t need to give the little boy nightmares.

  As they come back into the bedroom, Kayson now has a sippy cup of milk and a smile on his face. He will be okay. It will just take some time getting used to his mother being gone.

  “I need to do my hair and make-up and leave for work.”

  “Okay. Do you want some breakfast before you leave? I can make you something.”

  “Thank you, but I don’t need to be late. Jessa would never let me hear the end of it. Will you call me and let me know what the social worker says?”

  “I will. I’m concerned. I don’t want her to take him from me.”

  “Nathan, don’t worry. I think everything will be fine. If you want to give her my number, you can. I could be like a reference for you.”

  “You’d do that for me?”

  “Of course I would. Anything to help. No matter what Tonya told the courts and the social worker, I know the truth. Well, most of it. Speaking of which, we will be getting to that. You’re not keeping anything from me, especially if I’m sticking my neck out to help you. Got it?”

  “Yes. I will. I was going to see if Jessa wouldn’t mind keeping Kayson for a couple of hours tonight. I need to go tonight, anyway, and I wanted you to come along, if you want to?”

  “Hell yes. I’ve been dying to know your little secret. I gotta go, call me and let me know, and if you need anything at all, call me.” I give him a quick kiss when Kayson isn’t looking.

  I sit at my desk, letting out a sigh. I enjoyed my weekend with Nathan and Kayson. It took a turn for the worst for a bit. It’s crazy how someone’s life can change so quickly. Nathan was just saying how he wanted more time with his son. I know he didn’t want it this way, though.

  “Hey, bitch!” Jessa says, walking in the door. How’s she’s so damn cheery this early I’ll never know. “Damn. What’s up with you? Are you okay?”

  “I look that bad huh?”

  “Not exactly. You just seem a bit off.”

  “It’s been a crazy weekend.”

  “Oh, do tell,” she says, hurrying over to my desk and pulling up a chair.

  “It’s not what you think. Well, last night was. Nathan’s ex was found dead in her house Saturday.”

  “What? What happened?”

  “She wasn’t there to pick up Kayson after Nathan had him for the night. He thought she was pissed at seeing me with him when he picked him up Friday night and that she was just being her crazy, bitchy self. He called me and I watched Kayson for him while he went to her house. She didn’t answer the door so he called the police. That’s where they found her, dead on the floor. They’re not sure what happened yet.”

  “Holy shit. How are they handling it?”

  “Nathan seems to be better now, but Kayson cries for her. It’s so sad, Jessa.”

  “That’s so terrible. What do you think happened to her?”

  “I have no idea. Nathan said she was healthy.” “Weird.”

  “It is. Do you think you could watch Kayson for a couple of hours tonight?”

  “Uh. Yeah, I guess I could. Why?”

  “Nathan wants to show me something. I’m not too sure exactly.” I don’t want to lie to her. Technically, I’m not lying. I don’t know what he wants to show me, but it’s not my secret to tell. “Thanks, Jessa.”

  “Sure. So, are you going to continue seeing him?”

  “I thought about it a lot. If you say a word, I’ll hit you. You were right. I needed to give him a chance. Once I got past him relentlessly asking me out and flirting with me and putting my bitchiness aside, I see the side of him that everyone else sees. I guess he finally wore me down. I do like him a lot.”

  Jessa smiles. “I’m so glad to hear that, but what about now with everything that happened over the weekend?”

  “I still feel the same, maybe even more, and Kayson is the cutest, sweetest baby ever. I’ve never been around kids. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to be with a guy with a kid, but I like him.”

  “I’m happy for you, if you’re happy.”

  “I am. I really am.” Jessa hugs me before going back to her desk.

  Lunch rolls around and I still haven’t heard from Nathan. I can’t wait any longer. It rings a couple of times before he picks up. “Hey, beautiful. How’s work?”

  “What? Oh. It’s fine. Have you talked to the social worker yet?”

  “Yes. Sorry I forgot to call. I’ve kinda had my hands full with Kayson.”

  “Well? What did she say?”

  “She wants to see updated financial records and wants to come by the house. She also wants to talk to people that are in my life. I gave her your name and number, along with Alex, Jessa, George and a couple other people I know here in town. If that all checks out fine, she said I could get temporary custody until the court date, which is in two months.

  “That’s great news, Nathan. I’m so happy for you. I talked with Jessa and she said she would watch Kayson for a couple of hours.”

  “What was the reason for watching him?”

  “I just told her you needed to show me something.”

  “Okay. Great. I’ll pick you up at nine o’clock okay? Wear black.”

  “Oookay. I’ll see you then.” I hang up and wonder why the hell I need to wear black. This really gets my mind to wondering. What has he gotten himself into?

  The rest of the work day drags ass. I get home at sixthirty and the first thing I do is take my stupid bra off and lay on the couch for a bit to reboot. A bit later, I peel myself off the couch and jump in the shower, making sure to shave everywhere. After I get out, I search my closet for something black. My closet looks like a rainbow threw up in it. We know black isn’t a color of the rainbow. I find a little black dress. One of the only black outfits I have. I hope this will be okay. I find a cute pair of open toed heels to match. I pull my hair up into a sleek ponytail. I fe
el like I’m getting ready for a blind date or a funeral. I wish I knew what the hell I was getting ready for.

  Nine o’clock rolls around and I see Nathan pull into the driveway. I hurry into the kitchen and toss back a shot of Crown to take the edge off as the doorbell rings. I yell, “Come in!”

  “Brittany? Where are you?”

  “In the kitchen.”

  Nathan enters the kitchen, stopping mid step. “Fuck,

  Brittany. You can’t wear that.”

  “Why the hell not?” I frown. I worked hard on this

  outfit. “I don’t have much else in black. What about you?

  Those holey jeans and that wife beater hugging every

  muscular curve of your chest and those abs,” I say, running

  a finger down his chest.

  “It’s gonna be hard to keep men from looking at you,”

  he says, pulling me in for a kiss.

  “I’m sick of this shit. It almost seems like a game for

  you, keeping this from me.”

  Nathan chuckles. “It’s not a game at all. Remember

  that. What you’re walking into is a very serious scene and

  you can’t say anything to anyone about what you see.” “Are you taking me to a sex club?” I’m almost hoping

  he is. I think I could get into that.

  “Hell no. Wait. Would you be up for something like

  that? I am not familiar with any, but I know they’re around.

  I’ve heard things.”

  I can’t help but smile at him. He seemed to be mad and

  then got excited in like two seconds. “I don’t know. Maybe.

  Would you? Never mind. I think I already know the answer

  to that.” I giggle.

  “I would. I would not be willing to share you or allow

  anyone to see you naked or watch us in any activities,

  though.”

  “I completely agree. I don’t share and I don’t like to be

  watched. It’s kinda creepy, unless it was you.”

  “Me watching what exactly?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe me fingering myself or