Love In The Fast Lane Part 24

Nate held her up with his other arm as he rode out her o.r.g.a.s.m with her.

Their breathing labored, Brielle stared at their reflection. She couldn't recognize who was staring back but that woman was happy and sated.

When Nate knocked on Brielle's door later that evening, he was immediately greeted by Noah dressed in a pirate costume and donning an eye patch and hand hook.

"Ahoy," he greeted, the fake parrot on his shoulder jiggling with his movements.

"Ahoy," Nate parroted back. "What's this now?"

"It be Talk like a Pirate Day, me matey and I be a buccaneer."

"Aye."

"s.h.i.+ver me timbers! I ought to throw ye into Davy Jones' Locker."

"Avast Cap'n! Don't feed the fish with me. I'm just a mere addlepate."

Noah looked oddly at Nate but seemed pleased that he was going along with the charade.

"Come me matey. Come to the fore and get some grub."

Noah led him to the kitchen where Brielle was busy stirring a pot on the stove.

"Ahoy young wench." He greeted her, green eyes gleaming.

"Oh please, not you too."

"You ought to kiss the gunner's daughter for not following rules you lubber."

"When did you learn to speak pirate?"

"Arrrrg, I know many things la.s.sie." He flashed her a private grin, getting his meaning across that he did in fact, know many things, as he had shown her the previous night.

"Yo-ho-ho," Noah interjected. "He be an old sea salt, wench."

"I beg your pardon Noah Woods." Brielle scolded.

"It's just a pirate term, Mom," he looked downcast. "I didn't mean no disrespect."

"Ok, but don't use that word again, it's rude."

"Sorry, Momma."

"Come old sea dog," Nate encouraged. "Let's be getting to the trampoline."

Noah's eyes brightened as he joined Nate in the backyard.

"So, how was your sleepover?" he asked, taking his first bounce on the large bouncing contraption. Hmm, it was actually kind of fun.

"Aye, it was jolly good me matey. We had a swashbuckling good time." Noah jumped on too and they synchronized their jumps. "We had some grub and grog and then the scurvy dogs told ghost stories."

"Sounds fun. Did you get scared?"

"Nay, I'm not lily-livered."

"Good on you lad."

They bounced out of sync and the weight of Nate's descent bounced Noah high into the air. He giggled from his belly in delight and the sound was like music to Nate's ears.

They bounced for another ten minutes before they fell exhausted onto the ground.

"So, I'm going to be on the road again this week," he shared with Noah.

"Aye." He remained quiet for a while as they both stared up into the sky. "Would you ever take me?"

"Take you where son?"

"Wherever you go."

Nate turned to look at the young boy. "Would you want to come with me?"

Noah shrugged.

"Why would you want to come?"

He shrugged again. "To see what you do."

"I'd love to show you, Noah, but I often leave the country for work. I don't think your mom would let me take you for a week at a time."

"Why not? We're a family."

Nate felt the situation turning awkward. How was he supposed to answer that? "Yes but we aren't a traditional family. Your mom and I aren't married."

"But you could get married."

"It's not so simple."

"Why not?"

"It's complicated, Noah," he was getting in deep waters here so he opted to change the subject in hope that his five-year-old mind would accommodate. "Look at that cloud, what do you see?"

Noah tilted his head at an angle, "Looks like a frog... with horns."

"And a tutu," Nate added with a chuckle, "Can you see the tutu around its middle?"

Noah giggled and agreed. "What about that one, Dad?" he pointed to an oddly shaped cloud.

"Hmm," Nate began thoughtfully. "Looks like a fish playing drums."

"Yes! I see it."

They stayed out for a long while playing with the clouds, laughing at each other's ridiculous descriptions. Nate had never felt so at ease in his life. He'd never had a moment like this with his own father in all the years the old man had actually been alive.

By the time they had dinner and Noah was ready for bed, the young boy was exhausted.

"Good night, me matey," he muttered sleepily, kissing both Nate and Brielle.

"Goodnight my privateer."

He smiled at Brielle and her attempt at pirating.

"Goodnight, Momma." He rolled over and before they even left the room he was out cold.

Nate followed Brielle out of the room and the minute she closed Noah's door behind her, he had her pinned to the wall, his body molding to every inch of her body. "I need you," he grunted in her ear.

"Need me now?" she teased.

"Yes, I need to be in you... now"

"Noah just fell asleep."

"I know but I have an early flight out tomorrow and I won't be back till late next week and I can't wait a week to be with you again." He sucked lightly on her skin, completely intoxicated by her.

"What if I'm not in the mood?"

He stopped what he was doing to look her in the face. "Aren't you?"

"Oh I am, I'm just asking."

"Don't tease me, Brielle." He gripped both her b.u.m cheeks and lifted till she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He kissed her then and the warmth and need in her return was setting him on fire. He deepened the kiss and felt her grind her pelvis into his own.

He decided he didn't want bedroom s.e.x tonight; instead he walked the short distance to the kitchen and placed her on the counter. He nudged her legs opened and trailed wet kisses up to her inner thigh.

"Oh G.o.d, Nate," she breathed, leaning back on her elbows.

He pressed into her heated folds with his hand and she moaned again. "Baby, you're so ready for me."

"I want you, Nate."

"Want me or need me?"

"I need you."

He reached into the refrigerator and pulled out the can of whipped cream she'd used for dessert.

"What's that for?"

"It's a surprise. Just lean back and trust me."

She looked apprehensive.

"Do you trust me, Brielle?" he asked, sliding his hands up her smooth thighs and pulling down her panties.

"I trust you, Nate."

He lifted her dress to her waist and before she realized what he was doing, he blasted her s.e.x with the cold fresh cream.

She yelped in surprise but in the next instant, Nate's hot wet mouth was on her, licking off the cream and tasting her moisture.

"Oh G.o.d!" she wrapped her legs around his head and he delved in deeper. "Oh G.o.d, yes!"

He nibbled on her nub and he knew she was losing her control. He licked her from top to bottom, mixing the fresh cream with her sweet taste. He could tell from her moans that she was about to come. But he didn't want her to come this way.

He quickly dropped his pants, rolled on a condom and slipped into her before she realized that things had changed.

"Oh, G.o.d. You feel amazing."

He drove into her with long, hard strokes, allowing her to feel every ridge of him.

"Do you need this, Brielle?"

"Yes Nate, don't stop." She clung onto him, feeling the muscles bunch beneath his shoulders and arms. She sat upright from her perch on the counter and pulled herself closer to Nate. "I need more Nate."

He pounded into her, getting as deep as she would allow him. She brought her lips to his and he just about shattered. The feeling was too much, the sensations, the arousal coursing through every fibre of his body. He felt Brielle's release a second before his own came cras.h.i.+ng down.

"G.o.d, you're amazing," he whispered against Brielle.

"I try," she teased, looking as lifeless as he felt, against him.

He pulled out of her and put the condom in his pocket as he pulled up his pants. Brielle hopped off the counter and picked up her panties off the floor. "I believe you still have a pair of my panties."

He grinned, a slow s.e.xy smile. "I know."

"Can I have them back?"

His eyes twinkled emerald green. "No."

"Hey, Babe," Emma greeted as Brielle walked into work the next week.

"Hey, Em. You look different."

"How so?"

"You're glowing."

"Must be the new moisturizer I'm using."

"Must be all that s.e.x you're having."