Chapter Fifteen
Natalie
My phone began to ring, and it was my friend Benny. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Not a lot. Want to go out with me tonight?”
“Of course. I have been dying to go out all week. Since my incident, I have been sort of freaked out, but I think I’m ready.”
Benny also happened to be on the MMA team, though we never discussed Jet at all, oddly enough. Probably because when we hung out, we never really discussed fighting. Benny was an awesome friend, and we had a lot of fun together; we just never discussed sports, as he knew I wasn't into athletics that much.
“Meet me at my house.”
“Okay. Cya then.”
“Bye.”
I hadn't seen Jet all day, which was sort of weird, since I had been staying at his apartment all week. It wasn't what you think―we were still just friends, but I was still so freaked out over the mugging that I had a hard time staying in my apartment with Julie, or even really going out at all. He had offered for me to stay at his place, and I agreed, as long as the pillows remained between us. He had practice that day at the gym, and never came home afterwards. It didn't really matter to me, it's not like he was my boyfriend, so he could do whatever he wanted.
I did want to remain respectful, however, so I left him a note letting him know I would be out for the night with Benny, and that I would talk to him later. I then went into the bathroom to get ready. Once I had brushed and straightened my hair, I applied makeup. Now I needed to find an outfit.
I had brought some things from my apartment back to his place, and I remember Julie shaking her head when I did so. I was aware that I was acting sort of like a pussy, but I didn't care. Everyone seemed a little perplexed as to what kind of relationship Jet and I had. Kyle was the most perplexed of everyone. Every time he returned home and I was still there, his confusion grew. I preferred not to analyze it, however.
I chose an off-the-shoulder black sweater with a skirt, and assessed myself in the mirror. I had to admit that I was looking a little hot that night. It was time to forget about the mugging and start having fun again. I grabbed my clutch and headed out the door.
The club was booming that night as Benny escorted me into the bar. The music thumped through the walls, and the dance floor was full. Benny was not about to let me sit at the bar all night and drink, however, so I had to follow him around the room and mingle with his friends. It was kind of nice, actually, being social again. I hadn't done a lot of that since my breakup, and it was good to get back out there.
Benny introduced me to a few of his classmates, who seemed to zero in on me immediately. I danced with one of them, and the other couldn't stop buying me drinks. I didn't even need to bring my wallet at all. I was sitting with Benny and a guy named Mike, drinking rye and Cokes, and laughing my ass off when I saw Jet walk into the bar. I checked my phone quickly and frowned when I didn't see a message from him on my phone. He had to have gone home and seen my note, so why didn't he message to meet up? Why do you care, Natalie? You didn't want a boyfriend, remember?
I watched Jet as he made his rounds around the room, saying hi to friends, and flirting with anything in a skirt. He took a girl’s hand, led her out to the dance floor, and proceeded to do something that could only be considered foreplay. I rolled my eyes, and downed the rest of my drink. Mike ordered us all another round, and winked at me. I was starting to feel a pretty decent buzz, and I had Mike to thank for it. I looked back over at Jet and felt my blood pressure rise as he continued to dance with the girl. Was it really necessary for them to be that close?
I shook my head in disgust until I realized once again that I had no reason to act crazy. There was nothing between Jet and me, so why did it matter who he was dancing with, or how close they were dancing? And they were dancing very close. I had a difficult time taking my eyes off of him and the girl, and the whole scene was starting to make me sick to my stomach.
I turned to Benny. “Who is that girl dancing with Jet?”
He glanced over and shrugged his shoulders. “She looks pretty random to me.”
When I looked back over, the two of them were leaving the dance floor. Jet walked over to a booth and started talking to another girl. Wow, he was sure on fire tonight. He hadn't even noticed I was in the room, and didn't even seem to care, for that matter.
My mouth dropped open as I saw Jet grab the girl by the hand and lead her across the room. I couldn't believe it, but he was actually leaving with that girl for the night. I guess that meant I wasn't spending the night at Jet's again this evening. I would have to return to my own apartment, and think about the two of them having sex all night.
“Jet just left with a different girl.”
Both guys looked at me, confused. Benny asked, “The girl from the dance floor?”
“No, someone else. He just found her in a booth, and they left together. Who is she?”
“I have no idea. Why do you care so much about what Jet's doing? The guy likes to play around―that's what he does.”
Something quite akin to jealousy brewed up inside of me, and I felt a little out of control.
“I need to go talk to him.”
“He just left with another girl. They are probably fucking right now, or very soon.”
That propelled me out of my seat, and I grabbed my clutch and headed across the room. Benny was by my side in an instant.
“Natalie, what are you doing?”
“I need to stop him.”
“Why?”
He tried to grab for me, but I dodged him.
“Look, Natalie, you're drunk. Just go home, I can take you there. But chasing after Jet when he's left with another girl is a really bad idea. Really bad.”
I ignored him as I went down the stairs of the club and out the door. As I got out onto the sidewalk, nervousness came to me as I thought about the mugging. How could Jet assume I wasn't spending the night? Or had he gone to the girl's house instead? I hailed a cab and watched as it moved to the curb.
Benny finally managed to grab my arm and pull me away from the cab. “Natalie, what's going on? Is there something you're not telling me about?”
“No. I just need to talk to Jet. He's my friend.”
Benny laughed and shook his head. “Okay, if I can't stop you from making a fool of yourself, then go ahead. Call me if you need to be picked up.”
I didn't answer as I crawled into the cab and gave the driver Jet's address. When the cab pulled up to Jet's home, I paid the driver and got out. I tentatively headed up to the door and nervously knocked a few times.
I cringed inside at the thought of the two of them already having sex inside the apartment. It seemed to be taking an awful long time for the door to be answered. I heard a noise and braced myself for the surprise attack. Was he going to be half-naked when he answered the door?
The door swung open, and there he was, thankfully with all his clothes on. He looked surprised to see me, and before he could say another word to me, I kissed him fully on the lips. The kiss lasted for a moment as warmth flooded my body, and I released his lips from mine.
A grin broke out on his face, surprise still etched all over it. “Wow, what was that for?”
“Please don't sleep with her.”
He laughed. “What the hell are you talking about? Sleep with who?”
“I was at the same bar as you were. I went with Benny and I saw you leave with that girl.”
“You have it all wrong.”
“Have what wrong?”
“She's my cousin. Yes, I left with her, and drove her home, but she's my cousin. I didn't pick her up; she just needed a ride.”
I stood there, stunned, as shame washed over me. So this was what Benny meant when he said he didn't want me to make a fool of myself. And yet I managed to do exactly that.
“Oh, wow, I'm so embarrassed. I'm such an idiot.”
“No, you're not. It's actually really flattering that you are jealous. I know how it must have looked at the bar. I was just having fun, and I had no intention of taking anyone home. For one thing, I wasn't sure if you were still staying with me.”
“Oh, this is mortifying.”
He pulled me to him and kissed me again, his tongue slipping into my mouth for a deeper kiss. I moaned as our tongues touched, and the heat between us magnified.
He pulled me into the apartment and closed the door behind us. He picked me up in his arms, and carried me through the living room and down the hallway into his bedroom. I was placed on the bed, and I watched as he undressed before me. He was far more beautiful naked than I had imagined. He came to me and helped me out of my clothes, and then he dropped them to the floor and his mouth found mine once again.
As our tongues intertwined once again, his hands found my breasts and he squeezed them. He kissed my neck, and trailed the kisses to my breasts, and licked at my nipples. A searing heat ran through my body, and I felt my pussy moisten.
I moaned as he nipped and licked at my body before coming back up to meet my mouth. My hand went to his rock hard cock, and it felt so strong in my hand. His fingers found my clit and rubbed it, causing my body to shake beneath him. He inserted a finger into my wetness, and groaned when he felt how wet I had become. I moaned deeply as he went in and out, each thrust building up more pressure inside me.
He suddenly stopped and drew himself up to his full height. I sat up and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down so I could brush my lips against his. But he tore himself away from me and grinned at me before shoving me back flat against the bed. His eyes slowly moved to my pussy and then he licked his upper lip.
“Fuck. I’ve been waiting for this,” he said, pushing my legs apart as far as they would go. He rubbed the head of his cock against my clit, making me gently bite down on my bottom lip. He threw my legs over his shoulders and thrust his hips forward, sliding his cock fiercely inside me.
“Ah,” I moaned, closing my eyes and grabbing fistfuls of sheets below me.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
He pushed into me with a steady rhythm that caused a buildup in my own body. My muscles were tightening at a fast rate, causing my body to begin to tremble. His arms tightened around my legs like he was holding on for dear life. When I opened my eyes for just a second, he leaned back, lifting my ass completely off the bad so he could go as deep into me as possible.
He thrust harder into my aching core and I shouted, “Oh God,” over and over.
I squeezed my eyes shut tightly.
Then he let go of one of my legs that was dangling over his shoulder, and I heard him spit. Moments later, his moist fingertips moved swiftly over my clit. Finally, waves of pleasure tore through my body, and I didn't remember a time when I felt so good, so pleased, or desired.
“Fuck!” I cried out.
My pussy tightened around his thick, long cock, and my calves constricted his neck. He spilled into me at the sound of my one last shriek. The thrusts slowly tapered off until he collapsed next to me. I lay there spent as I curled into his side.
How was I going to face him tomorrow? I didn’t know.