Dirty Scoundrel(28)

Seth cracks open another pair of beers and offers one to Gage. "Is Wynonna's friend hot?"

"Come on," Clay murmurs, gesturing at a distant building. "You can change in there."



Clay

I figured that after a few days of bein' away from Natalie, I'd calm the  fuck down and my dick would stop standing at permanent attention. Turns  out, not so much. My mouth goes dry when Nat comes out of the bathroom,  a towel knotted at her hips. The swimsuit she's wearin' is screamingly  red, with a deep, deep vee that shows off her fantastic cleavage. I want  to bury my face there all over again, and it takes everything I have  not to grab her and throw her down on the ground so I can ravish her in  front of everyone. Should be against the law to look that fuckin' sexy.

It gets worse when she drops her towel, revealing the high cut up the  hip that shows a ton of leg, and she starts smoothin' lotion all over  her skin. I want to do that. My hands itch with the need to touch her,  but I know if I do right now, I'm gonna end up making it all erotic.

She probably just wants to swim.

I can't help but watch her as she pulls her hair up, tying it in a knot  atop her head. When she lifts her arms, her breasts arch high, and-

Fuck, I am a man in pain. My dick's hard as ice and I'm going to be  scarin' children more'n Lexi is if I don't do somethin' about it. I grab  the rafts and head down to the water's edge and jump in. It's only  about waist deep here, and lots of people are getting onto their rafts  and preparing to go downstream. It's crowded here by the little dock,  but once you get into the water, you have more space to yourself. Which  is good, because I don't intend on anyone rafting with us. I wanna talk  to my girl, alone.         

     



 

I need to explain myself.

I raise a hand when my gorgeous Natalie appears at the water's edge,  scanning for me. She nods and says something to her friend Lexi, who's  standing in the bushes nearby, probably makin' good on her promise to  scare kids. Knox's hanging out with her, clearly amused by her  strangeness. Figures that those two would get along. Knox has a few  screws loose himself.

Nat eyes the water, then delicately gets in. "I've never rafted before," she admits as she wades up to me. "How does this work?"

"Just like you think it does," I tell her, holding one raft toward her. "I'll hold on to you so we don't drift apart."

"All right," she says, and her cheeks get red.

Huh. Yeah, I guess that could be a double entendre. I kinda like the  thought of holding on to her so we stick together. And then I wonder  what part of her she's thinkin' of me holdin' and my dick gets all hard  as a rock again.

I help her into her float, and then slide into mine. There's a rope that  runs along the edge of each raft, and I grab hers with my hand, hauling  her raft against mine.

"What now?" she asks, glancing over at the shore.

"Now we drift," I tell her. "And we talk."

"Oh." She doesn't sound thrilled. The ultra-polite look returns to her  face and she seems determined to gaze everywhere but at me. Jesus, she  acts like talkin' to me sounds like the worst idea ever. Am I that bad?

Maybe I am. That's fuckin' depressing.

Still, I ain't gonna give up. Natalie's here with me right now, and  that's a start. Like Knox said, I got her here, now I need to romance  her right. I wait as we drift away from the shore and the clusters of  other tubers. When it's just her and me on the water, I tug on the rope  and spin her raft until she's facing me. "You gonna ignore me? Do I need  to tickle your foot?"

A small smile curves her mouth. "Is that a threat? I can tickle yours. I seem to remember you being far more ticklish than me."

I wag one foot at her, the one that's missin' two toes. "There's less of it than you remember."

Natalie gasps and sits up in her raft, rockin' both of us. "Oh my god! Clay! What happened?"

"Just a riggin' accident back when I was younger." I shrug. "Piece of  machinery slipped and my foot was under it. Lost part of my boot and  part of my foot, but it coulda been worse. I know guys that have died on  the rig." I grow quiet, thinking of Eddie. "It's a good job, but it's a  hard job." It ain't safe, either.

"Do you still do it? Rigging?"

She has a worried look on her face that makes me feel good. She  concerned about me? That's a nice feelin'. "Me? Naw. Not since we hit  the big money. Now we just sit in meetin's and tell other people what to  do." I grin. "And we work on our side projects, like me with my camo."

Natalie looks thoughtful. "It's strange to think about how much has changed since we knew each other before, isn't it?"

Some stuff has changed, she's right about that. But more 'n' more, I think that a lot has stayed the same.

Like how I feel about her. And I need to tell her. I ain't letting  Natalie Weston slip between my fingers again. "Didn't bring you out here  to show off my ugly toes," I tell her.

"They're not ugly," she says staunchly. "They tell a story."

"An ugly story," I tease back, but she looks unhappy at the thought.  It's like she really cares about me, and that makes my chest get all  funny and squeezed up at the thought. "Anyhow. I brought you out here  because I wanted to tell you I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" She looks over at me.

I nod. "For makin' you cry."

Her brows go down and she looks annoyed. "But you're not sorry you  abandoned me immediately after we had sex and then disappeared for three  days without a word?"

"Well, no, I guess I'm sorry about that, too." Shit, I'm fuckin' this  all up. "I kinda thought you didn't wanna see me for a while, Nat."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because the moment I got up from the bed you started cryin'? Not  exactly what a guy pictures when he finally sleeps with the girl of his  dreams."

Her expression grows soft and she finally meets my gaze. "And am I the girl of your dreams?"

"Always have been," I tell her, my voice husky with emotion. "That ain't  never changed." I slide my hand to her ankle, holding on to her instead  of the rope edging her raft. Her skin is soft and warm, and I rub my  thumb against it. "Haven't you guessed that by now?"         

     



 

She shakes her head. "Sometimes it's so hard to tell. One minute I think  you're the old Clay, and the next, you act like you hate me. I don't  know what to think."

"I've been tryin' to be someone else. Thought I'd pay you to be my girl  and get you out of my head. Get what I wanted and move on. Except the  more I'm around you, the less I want to move on. I just kind of want to  stay right here. With you."

She licks her lips. Her foot wiggles ever so slightly, and then she  nudges my arm with her toe. "So that's what the big deal was? That you  were going to pay me to have sex with you and get me out of your head?"  At my nod, she sighs. "You know there are probably plenty of women out  there that'd have sex with you for free, right? No strings attached?  Just be in a relationship with them?"

"Didn't want anyone else. I wanted you."

"Because I wouldn't have sex with you back when we were teenagers?"

"Maybe partly. Mostly because it was you." I continue rubbing my thumb  up and down on her smooth skin. "You've kinda always been the perfect  woman in my eyes. You're sexy, pretty, sweet, kind, classy, and you've  got a good sense of humor. I expected to come back and find you with a  husband and three or four kids."

"Me?" She shakes her head. "No. It never seemed right. Plus, I was too  busy taking care of my dad. He had a stroke the night you broke up with  me."

"I broke up with you?" I snort. "More like you decided I wasn't good enough for you."

Natalie looks confused, and she shifts in her raft, pulling her leg out  of my grip. I grab the rope on her raft before she can drift away. It  turns us to where we're facin' each other once more, her feet near my  hand and my feet near her hand.

"What are you talking about?" she asks. "You told my dad you didn't want me to go away to college."

"I never said that. Ever. I said I wanted us to get married. That I  loved you and I wanted to make it work. Your dad showed up that night we  were all supposed to have dinner and told me that you were runnin' off  to Stanford and you didn't have the guts to tell me on your own, so he  was gonna break up with me for you."

She gasps. "You're serious?"

"Why would I fuckin' lie?" I growl. "It's been burned into my brain for  the last seven years. I didn't think it was true, so I went to your  house that night and then you mocked me and said you wouldn't marry  something like me. I thought you were someone else until that night.  Then I realized I didn't know you at all." Hell, I'm gettin' angry just  thinking back on it, and the hurt and betrayal it brought. "Doesn't  matter that it was seven years ago," I tell her. "I ain't never forgot  about it, and I ain't never forgot about you."