Taking the Plunge (20 page)

“Oh.”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I was just looking forward to seeing you tonight.”

“You will. I won’t be gone long.”

She sighed. “I’m sorry for being so needy and obsessive.”

“You aren’t being needy and obsessive,” he said with a laugh.

“I’m not?”

He grabbed her face. “The feeling is mutual, Nancy. Believe me.” He kissed her again then walked away. She watched him go, her heart in his hand.

She went down to the office and worked through his paperwork. A few people came by and looked at his artwork. He sold two paintings and made more than most people make in a year. Nancy looked through his calendar and realized he had another art gallery to attend in New York soon. She wondered if he would take her.

At the end of the day, she breathed a sigh of relief. Thatcher was on her mind all day and she just wanted to be with him. Secretly, she hated Henry for spending time with her boyfriend. She didn’t want to share Thatcher with anyone.

When she walked upstairs, he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Drops of water dripped down his chest. She stopped and blatantly stared at him, wanting him to drop the towel.

He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire and fire burn. Thatcher stepped toward her, holding her gaze, and dropped the towel to the floor.

“Oh my…”

Thatcher stayed in front of her, looking at the redness that flooded her cheeks.

Nancy stepped toward him and ran her hands down his chest and to his hips. His erection formed as he looked at her, and her eyes widened in surprise at his size. Thatcher stepped closer to her, his hard cock pressed against her stomach. His wet hand gripped the back of her neck, the warm water touching her skin.

Nancy kissed his chest, tasting the water and smelling the scent of his body wash. She looked up and pressed her lips against his, massaging his mouth with her own. His lips tasted like honey, warm and sweet. Her fingers moved through his wet hair, feeling the individual strands.

Thatcher grabbed her and picked her up, holding her against his chest. She continued to kiss him as he walked into the darkness of his bedroom. He laid her on the bed then crawled on top of her, kissing her the entire way. Her clothes became damp from his wet body but she couldn’t care less at that moment. Her hands moved to his ass and massaged the muscle, loving the feel of it in her hands. He had such a nice backside and she wanted to bite it.

Thatcher unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off, not breaking their kiss as he moved. Her heart raced in anticipation, wanting him inside her as soon as possible. His fingers
slowly moved down stomach until they reached the brim of her underwear. His hand moved inside, making her take a deep breath as she waited for him to touch her. His warm, wet fingers touched her clitoris, rubbing it gently. Thatcher explored her slowly, enjoying his time, never rushing. She grabbed his face as he touched her, loving the feel of his hand against the apex of her thighs. It felt so much better than when she did it herself.

His two fingers slip
ped inside her then moved, swirling slowly. He touched her intimately, feeling every inch of her. She knew how wet she was by the sound his fingers were making. Now he knew just how attracted she was to him. She couldn’t hide it.

He pulled his fingers out, the fluid shining on his fingers,
then he placed it on his cock, rubbing the juice on it. The sight made her moan loudly. He reinserted his fingers then moved inside her, making her scratch his back as she kissed him, enjoying every second of it. He pulled out again and applied the liquid to his shaft. He did this until he was as soaked as she was.

Reading his mind, she grabbed his shaft, flinching as she felt his hardness,
then rubbed her thumb over the tip. He was leaking from the top, drooling down his cock. She stared at it while he looked at her, his fingers still inside her.

“Thatcher, you’re huge.”

He leaned in and kissed her, his fingers pulsing as he rubbed her clitoris. She stroked him, moving from the tip to the base of his cock. She could use both hands and still have room on his length. She darted her tongue inside his mouth, moaning as he slide inside her repeatedly.

Nancy breathed into his mouth. “Yeah…”

He continued his pace, moving inside her soaked pussy.

“God…yeah.”
She felt it start in her stomach then move down to her center. It was pulsing, blinding, hot. It exploded and made her shake. She thrust her hips slightly, enjoying every second of the bliss he gave her. Thatcher rubbed her clitoris harder, making the orgasm last as long as possible. “You’re so good at that.”

He kissed her, silencing her.

She used her other hand to massage his balls while she jerked him harder, making him feel as good as he made her feel. His fingers stopped moving inside her and his mouth became immobile. He breathed loudly, rocking his hips into her hand.

“You’re good at that too,” he whispered.

She moved her hand hard and kissed the corner of his mouth, pleasuring him until he reached his threshold. He shook with pleasure, moaning loudly as he stiffened and came. Nancy caught the cum in her hand and felt the weight in her palm. There was a lot.

He took a few deep breaths before he kissed her forehead. “That felt good.”

“So good. You make me cum harder than any other guy has. And you just used your hand.”

“Sex feels different when you’re in love. It isn’t sex anymore. It’s a spiritual journey, connecting without the use of words or directions. You feel the soul of your partner and they feel yours in return. There’s nothing more beautiful in the world.”

“I’m starting to see what you mean.”

“We’re just getting started, Nancy.” He kissed her again then stood up. He grabbed his towel then cleaned
the cum from her palm. Thatcher turned around and searched in his drawers for clothes.

“Thatcher, come here,” she said from her position on the bed.

He did as he asked and leaned over here. “Yes?”

She grabbed his face and kissed his lips gently. “I love you.”

He rubbed his nose against hers. “I love you too.”

“
Now you can leave me.”

“I’m never gone.” He held her gaze for a moment before he turned away and dressed himself. He wore jeans and a thin t-shirt. The lines of
his chest could be seen in the outline. She wanted him to take off his clothes and do it all over again. He caught the look. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

She sighed then sat up.

“You’re welcome to stay here. And use my office. It’s belongs to you as much as it belongs to me.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll be here when I get back?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to bring you anything? Some tacos?”

“No,
have fun,” she said.

He walked to the stairs and she followed him. He grabbed her face and kissed her once more. “You’re welcome to come if you want. But I prefer to be
alone with him.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Should I be worried?”

He laughed. “I just want to bond with him, that’s all.”

“Just don’t take my friends away from me. They’re going to like you more than they like me.”

“They probably already do,” he teased.

She hit him lightly o
n the chest.

“I’ll see you in a little while.”

“Okay.”

He walked down the stairs and disappeared. She stood by the window and watched him pull out of the driveway.
When she realized how obsessed she was being, she walked back to his kitchen table and picked up the newspaper. She flipped through the pages until she saw a picture of Oahu Resort. Her heart stopped. According to the article, over half the employees were laid off due to hotel finances. It was the biggest layoff on the island for several years. Angry, she ripped the paper in half and screamed.

Her father’s behavior was inexcusable. He care
d more about having more money than he ever needed than giving respectable people an income to support their families. It made her sick to her stomach, enough to vomit her guts out. Without an outlet to express her feelings, she marched to the office and gathered her supplies, ready to relieve the stress on her heart. Not wanting to get dirty, she stripped off her clothes and threw on Thatcher’s old t-shirt, working in her underwear.

She picked up her brush and
splashed the color onto the page, creating something she hadn’t pictured in her mind. She just expressed her emotions, showing a family lost, without food or shelter, and a man standing on top of a hill, the sun shining down on him, the birds singing in the trees, but he was alone, the vast expanse of the world as his only company. She dabbed the details until she felt the sunlight leave the room, leaving her in darkness. She turned on the light and kept going, adding the morbid tones and colors. It was the darkest piece she’d ever created, making her realize her hidden anger and spite toward her father. She really hated him, truly and utterly.

She sat on the stool and pulled her legs to her chest, balancing on the small chair. She stared at the painting, looking at the details. Even though she released her frustration, she was still pissed. She cou
ld punch her fist through solid rock she was so upset.

She sighed then turned toward the door, knowing she need
ed to clean the paint from her hands. Thatcher was leaning against the door, watching her. Nancy stiffened when she saw him, not expecting his presence. How long had he been standing there?

Thatcher looked at her then the painting, saying nothing.

“How long have you been there?” she asked.

“An hour.”

They stared at each other, saying nothing. Thatcher moved from the door then approached her, standing behind her and holding her waist while he rested his chin on her forehead. He stared at the painting up close, his eyes taking in every color and every feature. After a few minutes, he leaned down and kissed her neck. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“I hate him.”

His hands rubbed her shoulders gently, calming her with his touch.

“I really do.”

Thatcher kissed the back of her neck. “This is your best work.”

She shook her head.

“It is, Nancy. You’re the most talented artist I’ve ever met. And I’ve met many.”

She looked up at him and he kissed her nose.

He came around then kneeled in front of her, his head between her thighs. “And if you weren’t so upset, I would say this is the sexist thing I’ve ever seen. You’re wearing my shirt, splashes of paint on your skin.” He moved his hands up her thighs. “With nothing but panties underneath.” He kissed her inner thighs then stood up, leaning over her.

She blushed despite the sincerity in his voice. She wrapped her arms around his waist then leaned her head against his chest. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Then we should get a mirror in here.”

She smiled then pulled away.

He rubbed his nose against hers. “I’m sorry about everything.”

“I know you are. I wish there was something I could do.”

“Some people are greedy. It’s an obsession, a sickness. Sometimes it can’t be cured.”

“He lost me and he doesn’t care at all.”

“How do you know? You haven’t talk to him.”

“He hasn’t tried to contact me.”

“Isn’t your phone still off?”

“Well…yeah.”

“Because you’re afraid he’ll call you.”

She looked away, not wanting to discuss it. “Did you have fun with Henry?”

“Yeah. He’s a good guy. I can tell he and I will be great friends.”

“I’m glad you like him. It’s hard not to.”

“I want you to meet my friends as well.”

“I thought you were a hermit?” she teased.

He laughed. “I have a small number of friends, but I care about them all deeply.”

“I look forward to it.”

“Good. I’ll ask Portisha when she’s free.”

“Portisha?
That sounds like a girl.”

“Because it is,” he said with a laugh.

“Oh. You have a friend that’s a girl?”

“She’s my one of my closest friends,” he said with a nod.

For some reason, the idea of him having a female friend made her very uncomfortable. It was stupid, immature, but she felt it.

He looked into her eyes, recognizing her unease. “Portisha and I are cousins.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank god.”

Thatcher laughed. “I’m glad to know I have your trust,” he said sarcastically.

“No,” she said quickly. “It isn’t that. I just don’t want to fight for you all the time.”

“Fight for me?”

“You can’t have a friend that’s a girl who doesn’t want to have your babies. The first time you touched me, my ovaries popped.”

He smiled. “You seem to think everyone is as attracted to me as you are.”