Infraction (17 page)

My heart is in your hands, keep me safe. I love you.

Christopher

I couldn’t help the smile that lit up my face as I read and reread the words written
on the card. I’d never been sent flowers, and to have Nathan do it almost brought
tears to my eyes. It was a way for him to communicate without speaking.
Christopher
—my Nathan.

I scowled, however, when the card was ripped from my hand. I glared at Nathan, who
had Tiffany peering over his shoulder, as he gazed at the card.

“What mush. You know, most guys who send you flowers are trying to make you overlook
that they’re cheating on you. I bet he’s cheating on you,” Tiffany said, trying to
knock me down a peg from my flower receiving high.

Nathan tossed the card back over to me. “He sounds like a pussy to me.”

“Oh, shut it, Thorne, you’re ruining my moment,” I shot back. My smile returned when
I looked over the words again, warmth spreading through me. Love. I was loved.

He shook his head. “I don’t get women and flowers.”

“It’s sweet. A reminder you’re thinking of us when we’re apart,” Caroline said as
she took a whiff of one of the roses.

“What about the man?”

Caroline turned to Nathan. “Well, enlighten us, what would a man want?”

Nathan thought for a moment, a smile on his lips.

I rolled my eyes. “You’re thinking dirty thoughts, aren’t you?”

He grinned wide, and I shook my head as plans sparked in my head.

It was after six when I deemed the office empty enough for what I had planned. Getting
up from my chair, I moved to the door and shut it, turning the lock. Nathan’s eyes
shot to me at the sound, his eyebrow quirking at my actions.

I stalked over to him, his body turning in his chair to face me, stopping when I was
two feet in front of him. I dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands reaching
out to his belt buckle.

“Delilah?” he asked, licking his lips and scooting his hips farther down the chair.

I palmed him, moaning at the feeling of him hardening beneath my touch. I leaned forward
and nuzzled his cock, my teeth grabbing hold of his zipper and pulling.

“Fuck, baby.” His hips rocked up against my mouth as he hissed, his cock hard and
ready.

I freed him and licked from base to tip, swirling my tongue around before taking him
into my mouth. Humming, I worked my way down, all the way to the base before sliding
back up. I could hear him panting above me, whispering profanities; his head tilted
back, eyes closed.

“Is this the man’s equivalent of flowers?” I asked, sucking him back into my mouth.

“Mmm, getting close, baby.”

He grabbed my hands and lifted me off the ground, his cock falling from my lips, and
he pulled me to him. My legs opened up as he helped me hike up my skirt so I could
straddle his hips. The heat of his erection could be felt through the satin of my
panties as I rocked against him, teasing him.

He grabbed the sides of my face and brought my lips to his in a searing kiss. His
hands kneaded their way down my waist to my hips, one circling around the front to
pull my panties aside. Our kiss broke apart, and I angled up a bit so he could slide
right into my aching pussy.

We both cried out as he filled me.

“Too long since you’ve been wrapped around me.”

I lifted my hips and began to ride him. “And you call me the insatiable one.”

He chuckled and nipped at my jaw. “Can you blame me? Fucking sexy ass, and then you
come on to me by dropping to your knees? Fuck, baby, do you really think I wouldn’t
want to fuck my little whore?”

I moaned as his dirty talk kicked in.

“Too slow,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Can’t take it?”

“Fuck no!” he exclaimed and stood, setting me on his desk and brushing piles of papers
aside to lay me back. “Hold on.”

My two favorite words.

My hands grabbed the desk edge as he quickly slid all the way in.

It was hard, fast, and dirty. Neither of us could deny the excitement that came with
having sex in the office, the thrill of the possibility of getting caught.

I would miss it when the end came, but until then I was going to enjoy every second
of it.

On Wednesday night he said he had a surprise for me, and I had to be airplane travel
ready at the end of the workday on Friday, complete with a swimsuit. He knew I’d never
flown before, and the only swimming I had ever done was in the college pool when I
took a beginner’s swimming class. This left me calling up Caroline and Erin, begging
for help to find a swimsuit on short notice at the end of the summer.

The next day I was standing in Caroline’s office holding up a tiny scrap of white
fabric.

“What is this?” I refused to acknowledge what she said it was.

“It’s your bathing suit.”

“No, this is a scrap of white cloth barely able to cover my nipples and slit if I’m
fucking lucky!”

“Don’t raise your voice at me, missy. You needed a bathing suit, I found you one.
A hard feat with the season over.”

My teeth clenched. “You did this on purpose.”

She laughed. “Why the hell would I do that?”

“Because you like to torture me.”

She smiled at me, and I glared back. I was right.

Somehow Caroline eventually managed to convince me to wear the tiny white bikini she
found on a clearance rack. I about died when I looked at the small scraps of fabric,
but I had to admit it looked good on. While I had no problem wearing it for Nathan,
he’d seen me in much less very often; it was everyone else we might encounter who
concerned me.

We made it to the airport with time to spare, our carry-on suitcases in tow with our
personal items.

“You ready?” Nathan asked when they called for our flight. He brought our entwined
hands up and kissed my fingers.

My stomach did a flip, then a flop, but I managed to nod and follow him down the passageway
to the plane.

It wasn’t a long flight, and I freaked out a tiny bit during some turbulence we encountered.
By ten in the evening on Friday night, we were checking into a bed and breakfast on
the beach in Florida.

“What do you think?” Nathan asked as he opened the windows, letting in the soothing
sound of the waves against the shore. A sound machine could never match the real sound
of the waves. It was something I found so calming, so freeing.

“Perfect. Nothing but perfect.”

It was, and having him next to me meant it would be impossible to ever forget.

C
HAPTER
17

I
awoke the next morning to hot kisses and breath on my neck, a hand on my breast,
fingers in my pussy, and Nathan’s cock rocking against the swell of my ass. The second
he realized I was awake, I was on my back and he was between my thighs, slipping his
cock deep inside me.

Best morning wake-up call ever.

Later that morning I discovered how much Nathan liked the swimsuit Caroline found.

So much he had the ties undone with me sitting on the edge of the dresser, fucking
me senseless, within minutes of having put it on.

I’d have to buy Caroline a massage or a nice dinner for her find.

When we made it down to the beach, he couldn’t take his eyes off me, and I couldn’t
even describe the feeling that evoked in me. Though it turned out there were others
who also liked the swimsuit.

I tried to brush off the looks I was getting. “They’re just staring at my scars.”

“Fuck that, they’re looking at your sweet little body, baby.” He tugged me closer
to his side, muttering under his breath.

There were two surfers in particular with ripped abs that kept watching me and smiling
whenever I walked along the beach.

Nathan didn’t like that very much.

His possessive side took over, his hands never leaving my body. He kissed me, hard
and long, more than once to show the male beachgoers who I belonged to.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Why don’t you come all over me again? That worked last time.”

He smirked, squeezing my ass. “Don’t tempt me, baby. I will fuck you on this beach
if that’s what it takes.”

He calmed down a bit when I made sure to switch my attention from the ocean and beach
to him. My focus was on him, and I made it obvious I saw only him and no one else.
Didn’t matter how many dicks were around.

The beach was wonderful. Words couldn’t describe how much I loved it. I’d never been,
and I loved the feel of the sand beneath my feet, the waves as they chased me up the
dune, the push and pull of the tide. However, I did not like the taste of a mouthful
of salt water.

Nathan held on to me tight whenever we were in the water, knowing I wasn’t a strong
swimmer. At one point he pulled me out to a shallower section that met right above
my navel.

He wrapped his arms around my waist. “How do you like the beach, baby?”

“I love it. Thank you so much.” I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him.

When we released, I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

I shook my head. “Nothing, it’s just…it reminds me of a dream I once had.”

“A dream? Of what?”

“The future. Our future. It was when I was in the hospital after the accident, right
before I went into surgery. It was on a beach much like this one.”

“And what did our future on the beach look like?”

I smiled as I leaned into him. “It was beautiful, so beautiful. Light, carefree, and
full of love and children.”

Nathan hummed. “I like the sound of all that.”

He gave me a warm smile, and the rest of the day continued to be light and carefree.

Our entire stay was like living in that dream I’d had, minus the children.

I didn’t want to leave on Sunday afternoon; the trip was heaven. I loved the beach
and hoped we could return in the near future for a full vacation. Maybe in that time
I could take some more swim classes and become a better swimmer, then I could keep
up with Nathan a bit better.

“Baby, everything all right?” Nathan took my hand and moved it up to his lips as we
drove to work the following Monday.

“Yeah, I hate that we’re back to pretending we loathe each other. It’s difficult sometimes,
you know? I’m getting tired of it.”

“I know, Honeybear, I know. I hate that the best I can do is send you flowers under
another name on the card to mislead people. I want everyone to know you’re mine –
not solely when we’re on vacation, but the people we see and talk to every day.”

I nodded and ignored the way my chest clenched and almost dropped at the thought of
the Boob Squad throwing their tits and innuendos his way again. I hated I was helpless,
forced to watch, unable to rip them off him by their hair.

I wanted it to be like he’d been with me at the beach. I wanted to shove it in their
faces, make them watch me as I accepted his tongue and other body parts inside me.
I wanted them to understand that no matter how many tits were around, he only wanted
me and mine.

It was disheartening to know we couldn’t do that without risking our jobs.

Fuck. I was missing that Florida beach already more than he’d ever know.

Masks firmly in place, we exited the car and walked in to another busy day.

We decided to stay close to home the weekend after our trip to the beach and drove
north to Noblesville. I let Nathan know I wasn’t entirely comfortable because of its
proximity to where I grew up, but he assured me he would protect me. Chances were
low I’d see any of my former family, because they still lived about twenty miles north,
but it was also the closest I’d been since I’d left years before.

It was a beautiful fall day, the sun was shining, and it was on the warmer side for
the season. Needless to say, the streets were crowded with all the people who were
also out enjoying the weather.

We stopped into a little shop that caught my eye. In the window was a large stained
glass tree. The stores tag line was: Gifts Inspired by Nature. Inside the store it
was full to the brim with fountains, artwork, lawn adornments, clocks, unique soaps,
and gifts. This place was different, and I found myself wanting to buy half the items.

What caught my eye, however, hung on the wall just beside the cash register. There
was a display of tiles lined six by six, each one varying from the next: paintings
of people, figures of animals, letters, music, game pieces, flowing shapes, and abstract
works. I didn’t know who the artist was, but I was drawn to the distressed look of
the tiles and the beautiful artwork portrayed.

I was captivated by two blue birds sitting on a branch, and I wasted no time asking
the sales clerk for it. Then I almost died from sticker shock for the one tile, but
reminded myself I didn’t often find something that struck me as it did.

I wasn’t sure what it was about them, but something about the two little birds drew
me in. They shared a branch, but weren’t looking at one another, if blue birds would
even look at one another. Somehow, it reminded me a little of Nathan and me.

As she rang me up, the sales clerk asked me if I wanted to be on their mailing list.
I jotted down my information, happy to have a line to a store with such wonderful
items, and vowed to return.

Later in the day, the sun was lowering in the sky when we headed out to dinner. Nathan
chose a little Italian restaurant, and we had an enjoyable evening.

It was on our way back to the bed and breakfast we were staying at when he decided
to make a detour. We weren’t far off the main strip when he looked from side to side
before pushing me against the brick exterior in a small alley.

His lips were harsh, as bad as the bite of the brick, while his hands grabbed at my
flesh, pulling me toward him. I could feel him hard and ready, pushing into me.

His mouth was at my ear, hot and heavy with a smirk in his tone as he whispered to
me, “Bad girls bend at the waist.”

I nipped at his jaw while my hands pulled him free of his jeans. He backed up a step
as I bent down, allowing me access. I sucked him into my mouth, causing him to draw
in a sharp breath.

One of his hands tangled into my hair, pushing and pulling me along his length, while
the other grabbed at my ass, slapping and groping it.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good at sucking my cock,” he moaned, his hips thrust forward,
pushing him down my throat, making me choke on him.

He released me, drawing my head up and kissing me hard as he pressed me back against
the wall. His eyes flitted around; he was making sure no one was coming before lifting
up my skirt. He grabbed one of my legs behind the knee and raised it, opening me up
to him. His other hand tore the thin fabric of my panties.

I groaned against his lips. “Not another pair.”

He smirked down at me. “I’ll take you to Victoria’s Secret tomorrow and you can buy
all the panties you want.”

I felt the head of his cock at my entrance, then he slipped between my soaked pussy
lips, stretching me.

“Always so damn tight,” he said as he set up a pace. “Do you like this? Being fucked
in an alley like a common whore, on display for anyone to see how dirty you are?”

“Fuck, your mouth will be the death of me.”

I heard footsteps closing in and began to panic. Nathan’s thrusting sped up, becoming
faster.

“Not yet,
so
close,” he whispered, begging me not to make him stop.

His increased speed was building me up faster and harder until my head fell back against
the wall and my mouth opened in a silent scream.

His grip was tight, fingers digging into my ass and leg as his mouth clamped onto
my shoulder to stifle his cries while he emptied inside me.

My eyes shifted to the side, the voices and shuffling of feet moving closer until
they passed by the alley entrance. Not a single head turned our way, and we remained
hidden.

After a moment of rest, he released my leg. We straightened out our clothes and headed
back out onto the main thoroughfare. I didn’t get very far before I felt it begin
to slide down my thigh as we started to walk back, and had to stop in my tracks. Nathan
turned to look at me, and I glared at him.

“I hate you.”

He had a surprised look that quickly vanished before reaching between my legs under
my skirt. His hand moved upward, wiping the trail with his fingers. With his other
hand he opened my mouth and placed his come-covered fingers inside. My face flamed
as my tongue twirled around his digits, cleaning them.

“You don’t hate me, baby. You love how I make you feel. And this is the best taste
in the world.”

It was true. I did love the way he made me feel, and he was the only one who could
make me feel that way.

We continued our walk back, hand in hand, smiling at each other as we enjoyed the
end of our beautiful day out.