Chapter Six

 

It took several weeks for the bruising on her face to go down. During that time, Natalie stayed close to home helping with the kids, still running through designs, or accepting deliveries to make sure the standard of clothing was perfect. They didn’t want to sell clothes that were incorrectly stitched, or not up to their quality control.

When she wasn’t at home with Devil, Lexie, and the kids, she was with Slash at his home. He’d walk with her as she moved from room to room, taking measurements. At her request, he already had someone working on the top floors. They were putting the walls together, fixing the wiring, and also updating the plumbing. The bedrooms and bathrooms were all a perfect size, so she didn’t see a reason to change anything. While they did that, she focused on the downstairs.

For the longest time, she stared at the layout, wondering if there was anything that could be changed. She wasn’t sure if the dining room and kitchen needed to become one room. The builder told her the wall between them wasn’t a supporting wall, so checking with Slash first, the wall was coming out.

She loved the idea of a kitchen and dining room being all one room. That way the cook got a chance to be part of it all, even if she or he looked a little put out by the meal they were preparing. It didn’t matter, really. The moment the wall was gone, she loved it and could already see the large table she’d spotted online in the space.

“This is what you’ve been up to.”

They were into their first month when Dime, Reese, Charlie, Pussy, Devil, and Dick turned up. It was Devil that spoke.

She smiled up at them.

Slash came out of the kitchen where he’d been pulling out old units. They had a large dumpster out back where a lot of the crap was going.

“What are you guys doing here?” Slash asked. He walked up to Devil, shaking his hand.

Staring down his back, Natalie bit her lip. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and a sheen of sweat coated the back. It wasn’t just that, his muscles seemed to bulge, and his ink made him look so fucking hot.

Once again, her body was on fire, and she quickly averted her gaze, and focused on the book in front of her. She’d finished on the rough sketch of the kitchen, and how she wanted it. She’d also completed the dining area, study, and only had a couple more rooms to finish.

Yeah, so stop drooling over him.

You’ve got work to do.

“Nat, you want to come, show them around?”

She nodded, even as her cheeks heated. Avoiding the gazes of the other men, she followed close behind Slash, feeling like she was going insane as he smelled good, too.

Get a grip.

Slash showed the guys what they were doing, and how they were bringing it up to speed.

Devil put his jacket on the makeshift table at the same time Dick brought in his tool kit. He’d been known for making repairs on Martha’s ranch as his woman liked to brag about his mad skills.

“We’re here to help. You should have asked us some time ago. We’re all in this together, remember?”

Natalie giggled. “Actually, we were going to get all of the main work done, then get your guys’ help.”

Slash gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze. “She didn’t feel comfortable asking you guys for too much help.”

“Please, Natalie, you know we’re your slaves,” Dime said, giving her a wink. She rolled her eyes. Whenever he was at the shop, he complained at lifting a box.

“I’ll believe you like hard work when I see it.”

She left them to it, heading back to her sketches. Her body had finally healed by resting over the past month. Lexie and Devil made sure she didn’t do any heavy lifting, or strenuous work. There were times she wondered why they hired her at all. They took care of their kids without any help at all. She didn’t mind. Being with them made her feel part of it all. If there was anything she missed, it was that feeling of being part of a family. She always missed her parents.

Finishing the final sketches, she found Slash still in the kitchen. She paused once again as he had an old fridge, which he was pulling out of the door.

Don’t make a sound.

Don’t say anything.

He looked … hot. Not just warm hot either. No, she was starting to really like a man with muscles. They caught her eye every single time.

“What’s up, babe?” he asked, coming back into the kitchen.

She handed him the book and waited as he looked over every single page. He didn’t say anything for the longest time, and after he’d finished the last page, she was nervous. Did he like it?

“I need to get my act together, and make this shit real, don’t I?”

“You like it.”

“Love it.”

She gave a little squeal, and threw herself into his arms. Her ribs were all fixed up, but that didn’t matter, Slash was always careful with her.

He gave her a little twirl, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Staring into his eyes, Natalie felt herself falling. Her body catching alight as he held her so tightly.

Neither of them spoke, and his breath fanned her face, making her think of his lips on hers. She’d not been able to enjoy his last kiss, but everything was different now.

She felt differently.

Slowly, he leaned in close, and she was so sure his lips would touch hers, but they didn’t. Someone cleared their throat, and Slash pulled away.

Tugging down the edge of her shirt where it had rolled up, she looked up to see Dick. “Interrupting something?”

“Fuck off, Dick,” Slash said.

“I fuck often, but the workers need refreshments, and I’ve been asked to obtain them.”

“I’ll go and grab some sodas.”

She left the kitchen, heading outside to the cooler that she and Slash packed with food so they could work and eat on the job.

“Ignore him,” Slash said, following her out.

“He’s such a dick at times.” She covered her mouth, and gasped. “I can’t believe I said that.”

“You’re not the first woman to think it, and with Dick’s track record, you won’t be the last.”

“It doesn’t make it right.”

“I’ve often wondered about him. The guys sent him because he was pissing them off. That’s his talent.”

She reached into the cooler, but Slash stopped her, grabbing hold of her arm and tugging her close.

There was a time she’d have been so pissed off by his manhandling, but right then a thrill went down her spine.

“What are you doing?”

“Every single time you look at me, Nat, it’s like you’re begging for my lips on you.”

In response she licked her own, and heard him groan.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“What am I doing to you?” she asked.

You’re playing with fire right now.

She couldn’t resist though.

Slash pressed her against the side of the car, and his hardened cock rubbed against her stomach. “That’s what you do to me.”

Natalie was a virgin. She’d not been with anyone else.

Being the tomboy, the little ranch worker, there hadn’t been much time for her to experience stuff like that, nor had she wanted to.

His fingers cupped her neck with his thumbs underneath her chin tilting her head back so that she looked at him.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” he said.

“That’s not possible.”

“You’re the most beautiful woman in my world, Nat. I love looking at you, I love being around you.” His thumb stroked across her lip. “And if you gave me a chance, I could show you a life that you’ve only ever dreamed about. I could be your everything.”

With no one to interrupt them, Slash slammed his lips down on hers, and Natalie melted. His lips were firm, but so fucking good.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, needing him to be closer. She didn’t want to let him go, or risk him pulling away.

One of his hands sank into her hair, releasing the pin that kept it at the back of her neck. His other ran down her body, cupping her ass and drawing her close to him.

He was twice the size of her, and even though she was a bigger woman, a size eighteen, he made her feel small.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said, trailing a kiss to her neck.

She gasped as he sucked on her pulse, and her eyes closed. Every single part of her felt amazing, so alive, and she didn’t want him to stop.

Her pussy was slick, and her nipples so tight.

Slash was the first one to pull away. “That’s what you do to me, babe,” he said.

He leaned down, grabbing several drinks out of the cooler.

What the hell had just happened?

****

Slash’s dick was incredibly hard, but he ignored the slight pain as he took the sodas in to the guys, who were all pretending not to have noticed.

“I don’t know if you know this, Slash, but the idea is not to suck the girl’s face off. It’s just to kiss.” Dick then puckered his lips and started to make kissing sounds.

“It looked like you were eating her,” Dime said, holding one hand out as he looked like he was eating something.

They wouldn’t be his club brothers if they didn’t ride his ass about something. “Fuck off.”

“You and Natalie, is it the real deal?” Devil asked.

“To me it is, you know that. You don’t have to go all Daddy on my ass. I have no intention of ever hurting her. She’s safe with me.”

“Butler told me what she said. I respect her even more now for not playing you both against each other,” Devil said.

They all knew that Natalie wasn’t like that. She didn’t want to come between club members, and she was never seeking attention from anyone.

“Believe me, Butler is not cut up about it. He’s balls deep in a club whore right now. He better be careful, otherwise one of them is going to slap on a daddy patch, and then he’s royally screwed,” Sexy said.

“Are you happy?” Devil asked.

The rest of the guys shut up.

“You know I am. Any news on the assholes who jumped her and John?”

John had stuck around because he didn’t feel entirely safe at the moment. Slash had spent some time with him. He was a traveler, hard worker, but not a fighter.

“Nothing yet. There’s been more attacks in the surrounding towns, but each time they’re wearing fucking hoodies and shit. The MO is always the same. Unsuspecting victims, weak. They’re doing it for kicks. Lola found the right camera, but again, we couldn’t make anything out. However, we do know they filmed the attack. She’s running through recently uploaded images on social media. She’ll find them.”

And when Lola did, he and the guys would pay them all a nice little visit.

He left the guys to fix the room, and found Natalie in the kitchen with a brush. She said as soon as the sketches were done, she wanted to get started with the cleaning.

By eight that night, a great deal of work had been done. Devil and the guys had already left, and he sat in the hallway, the cleanest part of the house, and shared a Chinese meal with Natalie.

He watched as she dug into her noodles. Her eyes closing every now and again. A little hum escaping her lips that seemed to go straight to his cock.

She tested him in every single way imaginable.

When she opened her eyes, her cheeks heated. “You can’t keep doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Staring. It’s not polite.”

“I love watching you eat.” He loved the way her lips pursed as she sucked up some noodles.

It made him think of how her lips would look wrapped around his cock, and those thoughts were not ideal right now.

“We’re getting there,” she said.

He was confused, and saw her looking up at the house. Damn, he thought she’d been talking about his dick.

Get your head out of the gutter!

Natalie wasn’t like other women, and that was one of the things he loved about her.

“Now that Devil and the guys know about it they’ll be more than willing to help. I wouldn’t put it past him to round them all up, and make them come and fix it up.”

She laughed along with him. “At times he does remind me a little of my dad. He’s very protective. Not just of Lexie and his kids, but you guys as well. I believe he’d even die for you all.”

“You’re part of that as well, Nat. Don’t think for a second you’re not.”

“It’s not really the same though.”

“You’re part of our family, and he’d do everything in his power to protect you. That’s the kind of guy Devil is. No one fucks with him and gets away with it. Those guys better hope that someone else finds them first because when Devil gets his hands on them, they won’t live long enough to beg for forgiveness.”

She nodded. “Is it wrong that I don’t feel badly about that?”

“It’s not wrong.”

“John is scared.”

“We’re helping John.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“We’re … teaching him to protect himself. He’s not a fighter, and he’s been lucky not to get into one.” He shrugged. “We’re taking it upon ourselves to offer him some protection.”

She giggled. “I bet he just loves that.”

“He’s not always happy, but he’ll thank us for it the next time he’s in a fight.”

The giggle turned into a laugh, and it wasn’t long before she was holding her stomach as if she couldn’t contain her humor.

“What?” he asked, laughing along with her. “Okay, now I’m starting to think the joke is on me.”

“It’s just that…” More laughter. “I’m so sorry. John is like the only guy I can’t see fighting. He’s not got it in him.”

Slash had to agree. The guy couldn’t fight. “We’ll sort him out. You’ll see.”

The laughter died, but during it, she’d gotten closer. His lips were so close to hers. He stroked her cheek, and the tension in the room mounted. He’d noticed that was happening a lot more now than before.

She licked her lips, and he groaned. “You really need to stop doing that.”

“Why?”

“Do you really want to know?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”

“It makes me think of your lips wrapped around my dick.” He ran his thumb across her lips, and slowly slipped it inside her mouth.

She didn’t pull away or glare at him. Instead, she took his thumb and gave it a suck, making him moan. She teased her tongue across the tip, and then pulled away, her cheeks on fire, and she covered her face with her hands. “I’m sorry. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.”

He took hold of her hands, and pulled her so that she was straddling his waist. The jeans she wore covered her pussy, but he still felt the heat between them.

“You’re a virgin?”

Again, she went to cover her face, but he stopped her.

“You don’t need to hide from me,” he said.

“Yes, I am.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Please, I’m like the world’s oldest virgin.”

“You’re a little older than Paris.”

She stared at him. “Does that make it better?”

“You’re only in your twenties. There’s plenty of time for everything.” He ran his hands down her back, and when she didn’t protest, he cupped her ass, squeezing the cheeks. She released a gasp. “You’ve not experimented once?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“You’d tell me?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to.” Her hands moved to his shoulders. “I like being with you, Slash. I … I don’t want you to hide from me either. I want you to be real with me. Don’t be something you think I’m going to want.”

Running one hand up her back, he cupped the back of her head, and pulled her close, taking possession of her lips while she moaned. Her hands cupped his face, as she kissed him back. She didn’t fight him. She held him closer.

His cock pushed against the front of his jeans, and he wanted inside her.

“What changed?” he asked, breaking the kiss.

She panted, and rested her head against his. “I’ve always had a crush on you. After Dad died, and even before then, I was all over the place. I was scared, and nothing seemed to matter in that moment. Then of course Butler happened, and I didn’t want to come between you, not once. I don’t want to be the kind of woman the club hates. I’ve heard the way the guys talk, and they don’t always have something flattering to say.”

“You need to ignore them.”

“They’re your family, Slash. They want what is best for you. That can’t be a woman who comes between two brothers.”

He kissed her again, relishing her hands as they gripped his jacket. Did she even realize she was rubbing her pussy against him? If they didn’t have any clothes on, she’d already be riding his dick.

“You’re making it hard for a guy to play the gentleman.”

“Then don’t play the gentleman, Slash. Be yourself.”

“And if you can’t handle it?” he asked. He didn’t want to lose her, not when he finally had her.

“Then I don’t deserve you. You shouldn’t pretend to be something you’re not, not for any woman.” She kissed him one more time. “Give me what you’ve got, and don’t hold back.”