Sweet Temptation (29 page)

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The next morning, Nate walked into Skylar’s laundry to grab his jeans and shirt that he had left days ago. He had to pick up the new lift kit and wiring for his pickup truck. As well as new rims, radiator’s for two cars, and other parts. Reaching in and pulling out clothes that were in the dryer, he started folding items and placed them on the bench beside the washing machine. Reaching in again, he pulled out a pair of black leather pants; he lifted them up and noticed they were Skylar’s. Where the hell did they come from? She had never worn anything like this in front of him, and if they were in here, where the bloody hell did she wear them? There was no way he would have let her leave this Goddamn house if he had seen her wearing them.

Thinking back to last night, he didn’t actually see what she was wearing when she came in, and now he knew why. Grabbing out the rest of the clothes, there was also a bloody red corset top.

Jesus Christ, why was she wearing this? God, by the look of the clothes, he knew the answer to that. He never thought that Skylar would actually do it, but then again, he never thought that Natalie would either. “Fuck.” He couldn’t go through this again. The last time was bad enough. Throwing back all the clothes into the dryer, he only had his stuff in his arms. Stomping out into the hallway he pulled on his jeans. Tonight she was going out with that bloody box, he knew it, and he just really hoped what was going on wasn’t what he was thinking. He planned to follow and see where she was going; he couldn’t take his truck, as she would know. He would ask his brother to borrow his and leave his truck there. She didn’t know what Greg’s car looked like and this was the only way to do it. Why was it, when he started to feel something more for someone, they went and did this? He didn’t want to find her with someone else; that would kill him. Leaving a note saying he would be over around nine tonight, he locked up and made his way to his truck. He really needed to talk to his brother and get his opinion.

* * *

Later that afternoon, Nate pulled up in his brother’s driveway. As he walked to the door, Greg slapped him on the back “Hey. What’s with the visit?” Closing the door behind them, they walked towards his study.

As he sat down, Nate asked, “I need to borrow your car, tonight.”

“Okay, what’s going on?”

“I think Skylar’s seeing someone behind by back,” he whispered.

“How do you know, did you see her with anyone?” Greg frowned.

“No, I found clothing in her dryer, that I haven’t seen her wear before,” Nate growled.

“Bro, that doesn’t mean she’s seeing anyone else.”

“It was a pair of leather pants and a red corset. She has never worn that for me, and she doesn’t just walk around her house wearing that kind of stuff.” Nate stood and stomped over towards the bar. Pouring a scotch, he tipped it against his lips, and felt the burn run down his throat.

“Maybe she just bought those, and washed them. A lot of women do that, you know.” Greg stood and walked to where he was.

“I doubt it,” he growled.

“Do you really want to accuse her of sleeping with someone other than you again? The last time you did that, it didn’t go down well.”

“I know, but this time is different, she had boxes stacked in her room with different days written on them.”

“And?” Greg said.

“I checked two of the boxes; there was lingerie in both as well as sex toys.”

“Maybe she’s into kinky stuff, Nate.”

“Yeah, right,” Nate snorted.

“Okay, well you do what you think is right, but if it comes back that she isn’t sleeping with anyone but you, I really don’t think Skylar will forgive you for that, man.”

“I know, I just want to see with my own eyes if she is.”

              “Okay, but just be prepared if she is or not, Nate.”

“I will, Greg.”

Greg reached in, pulled out his keys, and tossed them to him. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

“I’ll return your car later tonight. I’ll leave mine out back in the shed.”

“Sure.”

Walking out the back door, Nate unlocked Greg’s car and jumped in. Starting the engine, he reversed out, and headed for home. Pulling down his street, he parked two houses down, enough distance that he could still see her leave in Alex’s car. Leaning back into his chair, he huffed out a breath. He really didn’t want to do this, but he wanted to know if she was doing anything behind his back. Getting comfortable, he sat there waiting for her to leave her place.

* * *

Nate was leaning against a tree near the car when the porch light came on at Skylar’s house. He quickly jumped into the car and buckled up. He watched as she stepped down the stairs and went over to Alex’s car.
Why was she wearing a trench coat
? Shaking his head, he waited until she reversed out and drove up the street. Putting the car into gear, he pulled out and followed her. Twenty minutes later, they turned down Varley Road; he backed off as she slowed down and pulled into a driveway. Stopping the car, he pulled to the side and watched her. Skylar stepped out of the car, took off the coat and threw it on the seat. Jesus, she was wearing fishnet stockings, and the shortest skirt he had ever seen, that barely covered her ass. Leaning over she fixed her thigh-high boots, and gave him a view that she was wearing a thong under it. Her top was the same as she wore the other night, a teddy. But this one was black, and the straps criss-crossed all the way down her back.

He frowned.
Why would she be wearing that?
She reached in and grabbed the box, then walked towards the door, smiling. A guy opened the door and smiled, leaning down he wrapped his arm around her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, as he pulled her inside.

Nate punched the steering wheel. “Fuck,” he yelled. This all confirmed what he thought; Skylar was sleeping with someone else. He wasn’t going to take this anymore. Starting the engine, he ripped it into gear and screeched off up the road and drove towards his brother’s house. Parking Greg’s car in the garage, he went to his truck and drove home.

Pulling up in front of his workshop, Nate jumped out and stomped over to Skylar’s. Opening the door, he made his way into her room, sat down in the chair in her corner and waited for her to come home.

* * *

Skylar packed up from the party she had at the Montana’s’ house. She placed the box back into her car and walked back in to say good-bye.

“Thank you so much for throwing the party, Skylar,” Lisa said.

“You’re welcome, Lisa. Whenever you want another, just give me a call. I’ll drop your orders off next week.”

Lisa and Jeff walked her to her car. “I’ll see you then.” Both of them gave her a hug, and she jumped in the car to drive home. She had no reason to hurry; since Nate would be at her place around nine, she had time to get out of the clothes she was in, shower and put the items back in a suitcase for later. Skylar was looking forward to seeing Nate tonight. She had plans on what she wanted to do to him. Smiling, she pulled down her street and into her driveway. Switching the engine off, she got out, grabbed the box, and walked to her door. Opening it, she placed the box on her couch, and walked to her room.

Walking straight into the bathroom and turning on the light, she stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the shower. Several minutes later, she dried and wrapped herself in a towel as she walked out of the bathroom. Leaning over, she flicked on her lamp, and moved towards her closet. Grabbing the nightie she wanted to wear, she turned to get some underwear, when she noticed someone sitting in her chair, in the corner. Frowning she looked over, “Nate.”

What was he doing here?
She looked at her clock; it was only 8:00 p.m. Although she was curious as to why he was sitting there, she smiled and walked over towards him. Nate lifted his hand to stop her. Leaning back in the chair, he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Where did you go tonight?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” she frowned at him.

“Where were you tonight?”

“Why?”

“Because I want to know, Skylar,” he snarled.

“I was visiting a friend.”

Standing up slowly, he walked into the bathroom.

“What are you doing?”

He picked up the clothes she had worn tonight. “So, you wear this just to see a friend?” He threw them at her.

“No, I don’t.”

“Well, why the fuck were you wearing it then?” Nate yelled.

What the hell was his problem? She didn’t do anything wrong, for crying out loud. “Excuse me.” Skylar crossed her arms over her chest. “What is wrong with you, Nate?”

Stomping over, he stood right in front of her. “I followed you tonight. I saw you get out of the goddamn car in
that
, and watched you meet some guy at the door.” He pointed to the outfit she held.

“Why would you follow me?”

“Because I wanted to know what you were doing, and you confirmed that.”

“What are you talking about?” She had no clue what he was getting at.

Nate walked over to where the boxes were, ripped the tape off of them, and tipped the items onto her bed. “Have you tried all these things here?” he asked, pointing to the bed.

Skylar looked at it. “No, I haven’t.”

“So, they use whatever they want on you then. Is that what you’re saying?”

“I honestly don’t get what you’re saying, Nate.” She walked up to him and tried to hug him, but he pushed her away.

“What do you do for a living again?” he whispered.

“I already told you what I do.”

“Answer me!”

She swallowed. “I’m a sales rep for a friend.”

“Well, that’s a new name for it.” Nate stomped out of the room and into the lounge.

Skylar followed. “A new name for what?”

Turning around quickly, he grabbed her arms, and pulled her to him. “A whore.”

“What?” she gasped.

“How much do you make doing it, Skylar?”

“I’m not a whore, Nate.” She pushed at his chest to free herself, but he only tightened his grip.

“You have all this lingerie and toys in boxes marked for certain days. It’s pretty obvious you are, darling.” Nate pushed her hard against the wall.

“No I’m not, Nate.”

He lifted her hands above her head, and held them tightly in his grip. “How much do you charge for sex?” He pumped his hips into her stomach. She could feel how hard he was.

“I don’t charge for anything. Let go, you’re hurting me, Nate.” He ripped the towel from her body, and pushed his thigh in between her legs, spreading them wider. “Nate, stop. This is going too far!”

Nate didn’t answer her, he just threw her over his shoulder, and stomped back into the room.

“Put me down, Nate,” she said, punching his back. He launched her onto the bed, and before she could even think about moving, he landed on top of her, pinning her hands above her head. “Nate, you’re scaring me.”

Nate reached into his back pocket and pulled out a set of handcuffs wrapping the link around one wrist, through the headboard, and onto her other wrist. Leaning back away from her, he grabbed some of the items already on the bed.

Skylar pulled herself up as best she could and moved away from him. “Nate!” she sobbed.