Inevitable (33 page)

‘Your old bikes?’ I questioned.

‘Yep,’ came from behind me. He was no longer moving and his voice had deepened with lust. I heard him close the door behind us.

‘So it’s where they come to die, is it?’ I asked my question with a smile on my lips, I still refused to turn back towards him.

‘It is…but from now on, this here, is where you and I come to live.’ I felt him right behind me before I heard him move. His hands turned me roughly around and placed me down on his bed, on my back. ‘Lift your arms up and over your head, darlin.’ I did as I was told eagerly. The silver cuffs were placed tenderly around my wrists, one at a time, after the chain had been threaded through part of the metal bike headboard. He kissed each wrist and ran his tongue over the sensitive flesh, sending spasms all the way down and through to my spine. He locked them into place with the tiny key I had seen earlier and placed the key on his tongue, he flicked it up and swallowed, just like he had done days ago with the Listerine strip.

‘Oh my God, Nathan you didn’t just do that?’ I shouted. A shocked expression formed on my face, followed quickly by a giggle of disbelief.

‘No running from me now… darlin,’ he nodded as he answered, and raised his waggling eyebrows. The humour in the room evaporated, his eyes were now filled with lust as he pulled me gently further away from the headboard and down towards the bottom of the bed where he now stood. It turned me on even more being in this position, trapped with him and for him. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the beautiful, pierced head of his large cock. It bobbed up and down as he placed both of his knees down on the bed, kneeling in between my legs that he had just opened wide. I licked my lips remembering the taste of him and heard as he let out a groan in response.

‘I can see… you want my cock in your mouth… you wanna taste … as much as I need to feel the tip of your tongue running through and around my piercing… I can’t fucking wait, Bella. I need to feel your heat wrapped around me… squeezing me, and I can’t promise to be gentle either.’ I watched mesmerised as he grabbed his cock in his hand and gripped it, trying to get some relief. A bead of pre-cum formed on the tip and I groaned with desperation.

‘I want you to fuck me, Nathan. Then I need you to make love to me, I can’t wait either.’

‘Watch us…darlin, I want you to watch as I fucking take you.’

He lowered himself towards me and I lifted my head to watch as he took me, my arms pulling tighter against their restraints. His piercing slowly disappeared inside me.

‘Oh God, Nathan… you make me feel so much.’ A sense of completion ran through me as he settled his cock deep inside me, then stilled. I watched as his lips moved silently. I knew what he was doing. He looked at me and winked, running the multiplication tables through his mind, as he fought not to orgasm. Once or twice before, he had actually said them out loud as he struggled not to “shoot his load too fast” as he called it, after telling me that being inside me was “better than fucking winning a race.”

‘Never are you goddamn running again… not in body or mind… there’s no more shit between us… nothing we can’t sort out… I fucking love you, woman and you are and will always be mine.’

He lifted up one of my legs with his hand under my knee, his thumb pressing deliberately into the sensitive area. It opened me wider to him and he started up a punishing rhythm, forcing me down into the mattress with every thrust. His piercing rubbed against my small bundle of nerves every time he moved in or out of me. I became aware that most of the noises in the room were falling from my mouth, in my desperation for him. The cuffs clanked against the headboard with our vigorous movement and in no time at all we fell over the edge in our demand for each other, me leading with him following closely behind me. My hands grabbed at my binds and the higher I climbed up, I visualised I was digging my long nails into the firm toned muscles of his arse. We stared into each other’s eyes the whole time we were conjoined. When I came down from my high and could focus my eyes again, I looked up at him to find him laughing and smirking at me, as he still managed to hover above my body, despite being covered in sweat and breathing heavily.

‘What?’ I asked, smiling back at him.

‘Just thinking, it’s really busy outside and these goddamn trailers are so fucking thin… just thinking everyone is gonna think you’re a really, really religious girl.’ I frowned at him. ‘Oh God, oh God,’ he mimicked in his best English accent.

If my hands had been available, I would have punched him.

We spent that night exploring each other, we went from frantic fucking to slow leisurely making love. He released my arms when he had wanted to feel them around him, holding him tight as I shook in the shelter of his arms after having orgasm after orgasm. He pulled out a spare tiny key from the cabinet beside the bed. He unlocked me and dropped the cuffs on the floor next to the bed with a clunk.

I felt at peace for probably the first time in over ten years as we fell asleep together, his large frame wrapped behind my smaller one, his leg over mine with me pulled as tight as possible to his chest. Nate’s chin rested on top of my head.

‘Told ya you couldn’t resist me… darlin,’ he whispered to me.

Cocky bastard.

BELLA

A
loud banging brought me out of my nearly unconscious state and back to earth with a bump. I opened my eyes somewhat reluctantly and glanced around, a feeling of relief and, for what I believed to be the first time ever, a sense of contentment washed over me. Nathan came to, cursing under his breath. I watched out of sleepy eyes as he then sprung up naked after looking at his watch on the bedside table.

‘FUCK,’ he exclaimed, as he moved quickly towards the door, pulling on yesterday’s boxers as he went.

I stared at his large hand as it opened up the door to the bedroom before he moved out of my sight. I sat up quickly and still holding the black covers to me for modesty, I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make sure I was the most presentable I could manage with no mirror. I knew he didn’t care what I looked like and call it vain but I still did. I could hear him vaguely; he was talking to another male voice.

‘Afternoon, Bella,’ came a shout from a voice I recognised as Brock.

‘Oh hi,’ I shouted back, feeling a bit embarrassed about the lateness of the hour. I lay back down in bed.

They carried on talking and finally I heard the trailer door close. I drew a sharp intake of breath as Nate appeared back in his bedroom doorway. He was simply breath taking, his hair was mussed up after our hours of fucking and love making. His tattooed and muscular body, to me just screamed a work of art. I loved to touch every mark and definition on his skin and once again, even though he had brought me to many orgasms during the hours of yesterday evening and last night, I needed him. I watched as he changed position and leant on the frame of the doorway, some muscles flexed and others relaxed almost making his many tattoos appear animated. Subconsciously I licked my lips and ran my eyes over him again, only stopping at the growing bulge in his boxers. Letting out a small laugh, my eyes lifted once again to his. His hair was flopped over covering one eye, but the other sparkled with amusement, as he had obviously been watching my slow perusal of his body.

‘You know I’ve gotta get dressed and go, don’t ya?’ He spoke in his deeper lust filled voice.

‘Mmm hmm,’ I answered, as I stretched out in his comfortable bed.

‘You know you’re making it fucking difficult, don’t ya?’

‘Really? Maybe… I’ll need to be punished later then?’ I just couldn’t help but send him on his way with thoughts of me.

‘Darlin… I’ve fucking created a monster… in more ways than one.’ He glanced down at his cock, now pushing its way out of the confines of his waistband. ‘Half wood was bad enough, but this is going to be a painful reminder of the gorgeous woman now and forever more in my fucking bed.’ He took a couple of strides and sat himself down on the edge of the bed, ‘This isn’t a fucking dream is it? You’re really here for the long haul, aren’t you, darlin?’ He ran his fingers over my exposed collarbone, sending shivers all over my body.

‘I think I could be persuaded… sex God.’ I began to run one finger gently over the stubble on his jaw. Leaving his jaw, I ran it down over the very prominent bulge of his Adam’s apple. Suddenly his hand moved and caught mine by the wrist in an unyielding but gentle grip. He brought my fingers to his mouth and began to suck each one slowly and leisurely. That simple act was driving me insane with need for him. I dropped my grip on the sheet and realised the game that I had started, was about to backfire in my face. When each finger had been sucked scrupulously clean, he dropped my hand unceremoniously back to the bedding and stood up.

‘As much as I’d love to continue this, darlin… Brock will have my fucking balls skewered if I’m not outta this trailer in five minutes. You my sexy little minx will have to wait until goddamn later for me to finish what you’ve fucking started.’

I smiled my answer and watched as he pushed down his boxers, kicking them up in the air and catching them with one hand. He disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and knowing I would still be able to see him, he left the door open. I lay on the edge of the bed and watched as he liberally soaped himself in the shower, mesmerised as he ran his hands over and over his taut body. I knew what he was up to, but it was like a spell had been cast over me and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. My fingers gripped onto the side of the mattress. He stepped out and dried himself with a ridiculous towel, the size of a flannel. My lips dried and I swallowed, still unable to remove my gaze. I was entranced and I never wanted the feeling to go away. It was liberating to be allowed to feel like this and I realised that nothing else in my life mattered anymore, all the worries I had carried around for years were just gone. I hadn’t realised just how much Ioan had continued to control my actions and for the first time as an adult, I felt the chains of those invisible bonds slip away. As long as I had Nathan, and my friends and family were OK, I could leave behind the Chanel-suited career woman. It seemed that my mask was even bigger than the one I had watched Nate drop into place previously. As long as I had him and my family, I would happily live in this trailer. My head felt immediately lighter with those thoughts, if only my body felt the same. My breasts ached, my pulse hammered in my ears, and although I had crossed the top of my legs together, trying to contain it, wetness covered the inside of my thighs.

I knew, just by looking at Nathan, he could sense it. He was inhaling deeply, his eyes were alight and he ran his tongue over his lips. I watched him stepping into his white leathers as he pulled them up and over his thighs. The leather fitted him like a second skin. He pulled them up and over his arse and tried hard to tuck his cock into the front without much luck, as in his words he was still sporting “half wood”. I smiled at him, offering wordlessly to help him out with the situation. Eventually he zipped up the leathers and tied the arms low around his waist. The definition of his V could still be seen disappearing into its soft white cover. He stood still in front of me and crossed his arms over his bare chest.

‘You go out there like that?’ I questioned, feeling jealousy rise up like a ball of fire from the pit in my stomach. I had never been jealous in my life and it was a shock to feel that way. All I could think of was the groupies that I knew hung around the track, getting an eyeful of my man.

‘Yep,’ a knowing smirk covered his face, ‘but I promise from now on it’s only you that gets to touch… OK?’

I nodded, hoping I could be grown-up enough to cope with the brand new feeling running around my body.

‘Ok, darlin… gotta go. There’s food in the kitchen. I know you know where the shower is.’ He winked at me and a blush crept over my face. ‘Tilly is gonna come over in a while, she has a few bits for ya to borrow… you know, clothes and other shit you girls seem to need.’ He leant down close to me now and stared into my eyes, ‘Personally I’d rather you stayed fucking barefoot and naked, preferably in my bed until I return, but she seemed to think you would like to get out and explore.’ He moved away from me and reached over to the bedside cabinet to reach his tin of Altoids. I watched as he threw a couple into his mouth, immediately starting to crunch them as he backed away from me. ‘Come and find me at the track in a while.’

‘I suppose you’d like me knocked up as well as barefoot and naked?’ I added laughing, but realising instantly that I would actually love it.

‘I sure would and I’m willing to put in the time and effort to get you that way, too,’ he winked once more and disappeared through the still open doorway.