Uninvolved (34 page)

Becka
wrapped her arms arou
nd his neck
,
thrilling in his touch
.
No one else could make her feel like he did.
Nate
lowered his head to her neck and began unbuttoning her top
.
Pulling her closer to the edge of the
stool
,
Nate
slide his hands inside her shirt and around her waist
.
Encircling his wais
t with her legs
,
Becka tugged at his jacket.

Stepping back
,
Nate
pulled off his jacket and stepped back into Becka's arms.

"My room
,
" Becka breathed into his ear.

Groaning
,
he stepped back again and
,
grabbing both of their drinks
,
gestured
“
after you.
”
Becka slid off the stool and
,
taking her drink from him
,
led the way to her room
.
Once there
,
Becka downed her beer and took her pajama top
off
the rest of the way, letting it fall to the floor beside her bed
.
Nate
leaned against the doorframe and took a long pull off of his beer
.
Setting his bottle down on her dresser
,
he closed the door behind
him
.
Moving to the bed
,
Nate
kicked off his shoes and pulled off
his long
-
sleeved
t-shirt
, dropping it
on top of Becka's pajama top.

He crawled over and onto Becka
.
Becka reveled
in sensory overload
:
t
he musk of his cologne, the weight of his body on hers, the taste of his kiss, the sound of her name on his lips
.
She ran her fingers over his muscular shoulders
and
up the back of his head
.
Nate
ground his hips against
hers and moved hi
s kisses lower.
He kissed
the skin he exposed
as he
slowly tugged her bottoms off of her.

Becka gasped as he gently blew on her stomach
,
causing it to erupt in goose bumps.
Nate
rolled her onto her stomach and moved to sit beside her. Slowly and softly
,
he trailed his fingers up and down her bare back. With both hands
,
he rubbed her shoulders
.
Becka felt her muscles relax under his fingertips. It felt so good, though unexpected
.
Becka almost started to drift off. Catching herself
,
Becka sat up and
push
ed
Nate
down went to return the favor. She straddled
his back, sitting on his tush.

As much as Becka loved his back
,
it kind of amazed her that this was the first massage she had ever given him. Becka was a bit rougher with him than
Nate
had been with her
.
It was
just that his back was so hard she couldn’t tell if she was doing it right. When she heard
Nate
moan
,
Becka
felt
more confident. She squealed when
Nate
suddenly bucked under her and somehow managed to have her flipped on to her back before she knew it.
Nate
's lips were on her as his body seemed
fused
to her. Becka's arms coiled around his neck as she lost herself in his kiss. Too soon
,
Nate
broke their kiss and moved to
nuzzle Becka behind her ear
,
pulling her close
.
He chuckled at how long it took her to catch her breath.

"You good?" he teased.

"I just need a minute
,
" Becka said
,
exhaling slowly.

"Want another beer?"
Nate
asked
,
sitting up.

"Yes, please
,
" Becka grinned, sliding under the covers.

When
Nate
walked back into her room
,
Becka did her best not to drool
,
admiring him in all of his shirtless glory
.
It was still so strange to Becka how powerful her attraction was to him
.
It seemed to be only
Nate
that did this to her
.
She had
seen
guys built like him since they had met
,
and they still did nothing for her.
Becka sat up, pulling her sheet with her to cover herself as
Nate
handed her a beer
.
Moving around to the other side of her bed
,
Nate
pulled off his pants and crawled into bed with her
.
Becka set her bee
r down and snuggled up to him
.

Chapter 16

Becka was surprised to see
Nate
soundly asleep, still
with her when she woke up. He
had stayed the night! Becka
took this opportunity to just look at him
.
He
looked
so adorable
,
but Becka di
d
n
'
t want to get caught staring
at him
.
S
o she grabbed her robe and went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth
.
Becka was surprised to see Dave in the living room on her way to the kitchen.

"Somebody had a sleepover."

"Maybe."

"I didn’t think you went out last
night
."

"I didn’t."

"So who's the mystery man?"

"It's
Nate
."

"Him? Again? You have issues."

"Shut up
!
He’s
sleeping
!"

"Issues
,
Becks
.
"

Becka ignored him and grabbed a yogurt, leaning against the counter to eat it
.
She was still eating when
Nate
walked out
.
He nodded in Dave's direction and came to stand behind Becka
.
Wrapping his arms around her waist
,
Nate
kissed her in the spot where her neck met her shoulder
.
Setting her yogurt down
,
Becka turned in his grasp, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Morning."

"Hey
,
kid."

"Can I make you something to eat?"

"I have to take off."

Becka stiffened in his arms
.
Of
course he did
.
Slipping on some boots, Becka walked
Nate
out to his car
.
He gave her a quick kiss and left, with no mention of when he woul
d call or see her again
.
As Becka
watched his car
disappear from sight
,
she kicked herself for letting him come over
.
It felt so good when he was with her, but it hurt a little bit more every time he left
.
She hurried back inside.

"He left pretty fast."

"Fuck off
,
Dave."

"Hey
,
what the hell was that for?"

"You know."

"Then why see him?"

"I can't explain it."

"Try
,
Becks
.
"

"It's like
…
I feel like what I feel for him is so unlike anything I have ever felt when I am with someone else that he has to feel something too, right? Am I crazy?"

"It's just not always like that with guys
,
Becka
."

Becka sucked her lips into her mouth and chewed on them, nodding at him
.
She felt tears brimming
,
and if she spoke Becka
,
was pretty sure she would lose it
.
She didn’t want to be pathetic, but it was hard not to
.
Dave had known her long enough to read her expression
.
He also knew if he acknowledged it in any way that she would cry
,
and since Becka was doing her best not to
,
he changed the subject.

"
I spoke to my mom yesterday
,
and they want to come out and visit us in two weeks
.
You know she likes you more than me so rest up."

Dave's mom had always wanted
a
daughter and
,
seeing a
s
how she only had a son
,
she had figuratively adopted Becka years ago
.
Whenever Mrs.
Logan came into town
,
she
went
nuts with Becka
.
Shopping, movies, and getting their hair and nails done were probably all on the agenda
.
Becka loved being spoiled
,
so this news was perfect to cheer her up.

#

Mr. and Mrs. Logan were set to arrive that afternoon
.
Becka was looking forward to seeing them both but
was otherwise
annoyed
.
Most times
,
Becka could lie to herself about the last time
Nate
called, wrote, or came over to see her
.
This time
,
since Becka and Dave had been counting down
until
his parents came
,
she knew exactly how long it had been
.
What bothered Becka most of all was some part of her had hoped that since this was the first time she had woken up to
Nate
at her house that it was a sign that things were going to change.

Like an idiot
,
over and over again
,
Becka thought that
Nate
was going to want to see her regularly
.
She hated how it made her feel
.
If
he only understood how important he was to her
.
All his actions proved to her was he considered her a fun diversion from time to time
.
Without Becka sounding crazy
,
how could she attempt to tell
Nate
that
,
every time her phone rang
,
she hoped it was him
.
And every time it wasn’t him
,
it made her sad.

Becka was driving home from work
.
The plan was that Dave's folks
would
be there by the time she got home
.
It was Friday
,
and Dave had taken some vacation time and would not be working for the next four days
.
They were all going to go out for dinner and maybe for drinks afterward
.
Becka was surprised when she got home to see that their car was not there.

"Dave, you home?" Becka dropped her purse and keys on the table by the door.

"I'm in my room
,
" came a muffled response.

Becka walked over to his door and
,
leaning on the jam
,
peered in
.
Dave was doing some last minute cleaning
.
It's funny how no
matter
how old you get
,
you always feel like kids to your parents
, thought Becka
.
Dave's normally cluttered and dark room was clean and bright.