A Natural Act (Contradictions) (29 page)

We end up in a nightclub in town because the brothers want to celebrate Craig’s win and departure from competitive MMA in style. I think they know the owners somehow because we didn’t have to pay to get in and they gave us a few free bottles of champagne.

The spotlight
is constantly on Craig which means I have to share it because we’re permanently glued together and I’m not complaining about that.

Every single woman in
this club knows who he is and they all want a piece. I can’t help but grin as girl after girl tries to dance with him and he turns his back on them and wraps his body around mine.

His brothers
are only too happy to step in and take them off his hands.

I get a hands on experience of just what those girls are like when I
go to the bathroom with Jamie. We get an escort to the door by Craig and Jason because they’re worried about Jamie being jostled. She’s still in bandages from her accident and if she gets knocked it could do some damage.

“
I can’t even get close to him,” I hear a woman whine as I perch over the toilet seat to do my business.

My cheeks never touch the seat in nightclubs. I know I can’t catch an STI but it doesn’t mean I want to set on vomit or pee.

“Me neither,” another replies. “Who’s that girl with him?”

Oh dear. I can see where this is going. I contemplate hiding in the cubicle but that seems rather childish and I have nothing to be embarrassed about to I flush the toilet and walk out with my head held high. I a very grateful that I decided to wear a strikingly bold red dress this evening; I can borrow my confidence from there.

The women, one in pink, one in gold, stare at me as I move to wash my hand. Jamie is next to me at the sink and I see her cringe in apology but I just grin at her.

“
You’re the girl with Craig,” the golden girl tells me.

“
I am,” I reply with a friendly smile.

“
How long?” She replies, it’s not unfriendly but it’s definitely not happily.

“
Excuse me?” I frown because for a second I think she’s asking me to tell her how many inches the pocket cucumber is.

“
How long has he had you?” Pink accomplice clarifies.

“
We’ve been together a few months,” I answer with a frown because I dislike the wording of her question.

Golden girl seems to lighten at this.
“Almost over then. He had me for half a year. I want another round.”

“
Really?” Jamie intervenes sweetly. “Because I’m his sister and I’ve never seen or heard of you but Isabella is a regular feature at our house.”

I could kiss the girl. I really could. I was trying to figure out a way of letting this girl know that it wasn’t a sex-only relationship. That I had his heart, mind, and body. But the only way I could think of doing that was to tell her that he fucked me whilst he faced me.

Not classy.

As Jamie leads the way back to the guys, I marvel over my strange combination of emotions. I know it should disgust me to come face to face with a woman who boasted of her time with my boyfriend. I know exactly what they got up to, I know what his sex drive is like.

But it doesn’t bother me at all because our relationship is so much more. It’s love. I feel secure in our relationship because I’m the only girl Craig has ever loved and that love will be there forever.

My security in the relationship comes from knowing he loves me. Where does his security come from? He won’t let me love him back.

“Okay, lady?” Craig bends down to my ear to make himself heard over the music.

I nod and kiss his cheek because I love that he’s concerned about me.

“Girls were in there with you,” he frowns in apology.

“
They were,” I nod. “Don’t worry. I know you weren’t a virgin when we met. It’s okay.”

He shakes his head in amusement.
“Thank you. Don’t even remember her name,” he mumbles and he has the sense to look slightly embarrassed by that.

“
Better remember mine,” I warn him.

“
Tattooed on my brain and my heart,” he winks, pulling me into him, his arm around my waist as he pulls me into him.

His other arm travels down my back to cup my behind with the tips of his fingers dipping just below the admittedly short hemline.

Our lips lock and his tongue caresses mine, trailing over my lip before he sucks the tender flesh into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it before he releases me. I return the favour by gently nipping at his lip, my hands finding their way into his shirt to graze my fingernails over his stomach.

He groans as he pulls away.
“Want you right now, lady.”

“
Yes, please,” I reply needily.

“
You deserve better than quick fuck in the bathroom of a night club, Bella.”

I pout and tug at his Superman belt buckle.

He chuckles. “Make it up to you tonight,” He promises. “Come dance with me.”

I maintain my pout so he stoops to kiss me and make it better. The need between my thighs is driving me to distraction and grinding against him on the dance floor is hardly going to alleviate that burning desire.

By the time we get a taxi to the flat, I’m ready to ravage him in the car. Driver be damned.

“
Where’s your hand, lady?” He demands, covering my hand with his as it caresses his cock.

“
Here,” I hold up my left hand coyly. “But I can put it here.” I use it to unzip his trousers, sliding my other hand into his trousers to cup his balls.

He’s not weari
ng any underwear which makes my job a whole lot easier.

I tug gently at his sack whilst my hand works its way around the thick shaft.

I have no idea if our driver can see us but he’s yapping away in a foreign tongue on his headset so I’m fairly sure he has other things to focus on.

Craig
’s head rolls back to the headrest and he groans gently as I increase my pace. He breathes in through his teeth as I rub my thumb over his tip and circle his piercing.

He pays me back by urging my legs apart enough for him to slide his hand between them, caressing the silken fabric of my knickers in exactly the right spot to make my breath catch in my throat.

When the taxi pulls up outside the building, Craig doesn’t even look at the amount. He simply throws a twenty at the driver and practically carries me out of the taxi. He lifts me up so that my legs are around his waist and sprints up the stairs.

I’m pinned against the door with my hands clasping his back as his lips ghost over the slope of my neck. His hands search blindly for the keys in his pocket.

I don’t mind the delay as I gyrate shamelessly against the solid force pressing his zip into my core.

He thrusts back, meeting me full force as he fumbles to get the keys into the lock.
His spare hand glides slowly from the back of my knee, up my thigh, and into the lining of my skirt. As his hands moves high, so does the fabric of my dress. My cheeks and the lacy black Brazilian number I’m wearing are revealed to the corridor and any passers-by but that only makes it better somehow. My heart beats faster at the thought of being seen and the way it feels when Craig’s large hands squeeze and massage my cheek.

We almost fall through the doorway as it opens but
Craig catches me as he always does.

“
Out of this dress, lady,” he tells me, holding my arse with one hand and allowing me to support myself with my limbs wrapped around him so that he can use his other hand to unzip my dress.

As he peels the dress away from my shoulders, he trails feather light butterfly kisses along my collarbone. He lowers me carefully to the floor so he can remove the garment completely.

As each inch of skin is revealed, I’m treated to a sensuous kiss until I’m naked save for my knickers and a needy, tightly-wound, potentially explosive heap of tingling nerve endings.

I need to return the favour so I slowly work each of his shirt buttons undone, savouring every inch of his sculpted body because I know I’ll never tire of it.

I dip my head to lick along the groove underneath his peck, lowering myself to my knees so I can continue the trail between his abs, around his belly button and onto bigger and better things.

I’m about to work his cock free from its
trappings but he stops me, scooping me up over his shoulder and slapping my behind playfully.

I wrap my arms around his waist lest he drop me but not before pinching the tight mounds of his posterior.

He lowers me on to the bed and presses his mouth to the thin fabric of my knickers, his tongue zoning in on my clit and pressing against it.

His mouth
continues upwards to my hipbone and he nips me playfully, his lust filled eyed locked firmly on mine as I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him.

He catches the fabric of my underwear in his teeth and tugs downwards. I grin at the mischief on his face and lift myself off the bed so he can
pull them off completely.

“
Want you to come in my mouth,” he tells me, leaving me breathless and incapable of responding.

Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to need a response because he’s back between my
legs and he has my ankles pinned in his hands.

His tongue works up a punishing rhythm as it massages my clit and it’s almost too intense but it dances on the right side of that line, sending delightful ripples up and down my spine.

He seems to sense when it becomes too much and gently laps at the sensitive bud before licking a line from my clit to my slit.

I whimper as he sucks my clit between his teeth at the same time as he releases my ankles. One hand presses on my
lower abdomen so I can no longer squirm against him and the other presses two long fingers inside me.

“
Craig,” I plead because I need him to slow down. The feelings are too overwhelming.

He shakes his head and mumbles something indistinguishable with his lips pressed against my moistened flesh.

I don’t know what he’s saying but I know he’s not stopping.

I grab at his hand and squeeze as the overwhelming sensations rack through me, shaking me from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes.

Just as I think it’s going to stop, I hear Craig mumble “one more” against my skin and he begins pulsing his fingers once more, stroking my inner core as his devastatingly accurate tongue works its magic.

I’m not sure if it’s two orgasms together or just one extremely long, physically exhausting but exhilarating orgasm but I don’t care as I lay panting and gasping on the bed, my body still raw with the
aftershocks of my immense pleasure.

“
Hop on, lady,” Craig grins, sitting back on his heels with his erection pointing northwards. He’s apparently shred his remaining clothing whilst I recovered from my ecstasy.

My head may still be slightly cloudy but I can still think clearly. He’s been cautious and gentle with me since the very first time. I know he’s holding back.

I shake my head.

“
No?” He frowns slightly in confusion.

“
I don’t want you to hold back,” I tell him, knowing he lets me go on top so I can feel I’m in control.

I’m not jealous of the other girls he’s been with because, as I said, I have all
of him – not just sex. But the sex he had with them must have been no holds barred, full on, and exactly what he wanted.

That
, I am jealous of.

I appreciate that he’s trying to be sensitive to my sexual past but this is the present. He’s my here, now, and future.

“Don’t want to hurt you, Bella,” he whispers and I can see the flicker of fear there. “You’ve been hurt enough.” I’m right, he’s definitely holding back.

“
Craig,” I sit up so I can cup his face with my left hand, placing my right over his heart. “You won’t hurt me. You know you won’t. I know you won’t.”

He still looks uncertain.

“I want all of you, Craig.”

“
You have all of me,” he tells me.

“
Then give it to me,” I grin, letting my hand trail down to his happy trail.

“
Give it to you?” He growls, regaining his confidence.

“
All of it,” I affirm, challenging him with my voice because I know my man and I know he never steps down from a challenge.

“
You asked for it, lady,” he grins, sucking his lips into his mouth to hide his grin.

He holds his body over me lowering himself down
with the strong muscles of his arm. I rest my much smaller hands over his triceps, tracing their lines to his elbow.

He kisses me, controlling the kiss as he pins my body beneath his. His control is gentle though, a firm guidance rather than a lack of choice.