“Well, Nate, you better carry me fast or I’m puking on your shirt.”
Without another word, he scooped her up into his arms and moved quickly back out the way we’d come. He carried her out the back door and into the alley and then up around toward the front. I had to hustle to keep up, my high heels annoying as hell as I struggled to stay close to them.
Finally, we were out front with all the cabs. Nate placed Lydie down on the curb and she slumped over, giggling like an idiot.
“I am so, so sorry,” I said to him.
He stood close, grinning. “Not often I get to save a damsel in distress.”
“You’re a wonderful knight.”
“All in a day’s work.” He pulled me up against him. “Now, how about sucking me dry?”
I smiled. “How can you still be thinking about that after hearing my friend puke?”
“Heard a lot worse in my time, trust me. And something about you drives me fucking crazy.”
I realized I felt the exact same way, despite how insane it seemed. I had just heard Lydie puke and saw it all in the toilet, and yet I still wanted to feel Nate’s hard cock in my mouth.
“Let’s go, bitch!” I heard suddenly.
I looked up and saw Lydie climbing into a cab.
“Shit!” I said, following after her. “Lydie, come on!”
“Get in, bitch. It’s taxi time to pukeville.”
The cab driver looked at me. “You better take care of your friend or I’m kicking her out.”
“Okay, okay, sir. Just one second.”
I turned back to Nate. “I just keep apologizing, but I really am sorry. This is so annoying.”
Lydie literally started grabbing me and pulled me into the back of the cab. Nate crossed his arms and laughed loudly at us, still grinning that cocky smile.
“It’s okay. Save your friend.” He closed the door and mouthed the words “see you later.”
The cab started pulling away. I watched him disappear as we made a left turn, heading back toward my dad’s house.
“I liked him,” Lydie said after a second. “He was a good donkey.”
“A donkey?”
“Yeah. I rode him. Like a donkey.”
“Okay, Lydie. How drunk are you?”
“I’m drunk as fuck, bitch. What more do you want? It’s spring break!”
“No, it isn’t. It’s summer break.”
I laughed to myself and watched as the beach flew by the window, the cab driving into the wealthiest part of the Outer Banks.
I’d never done anything remotely like that in my whole life. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted to taste his salty pre-cum, how badly I wanted to feel his hands on the back of my head as I made him come into my throat. He was incredible, getting me off with just his hands. Maybe he was the exact type of guy I needed to lose my V-card to.
He was definitely totally unlike the pretentious, preppy assholes my dad loved to parade around me whenever he got the chance. Nate was gruff and dirty and confident like nothing I’d ever seen.
And I wanted him more than anything I’d ever known. I was annoyed at Lydie for pulling me away.
Suddenly, as the cab pulled into the driveway, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
“Shit!” I said after we paid the cab driver and began to struggle up to the front door.
“No, puke. I shit earlier today,” Lydie slurred.
I made a face. Gross.
“No. I mean, I never got that guy’s number.”
Lydie looked at me suddenly, as if she were totally sober. “You done fucked up then, girl. He was hot as hell.”
“I kissed him.”
“You total whorebag!”
And then she turned to the side and puked into the bushes.
That was a great way to end the night. I helped Lydie inside, trying to stay quiet so we didn’t wake up Dad.
I got into my own bed, my head swimming with visions of my mystery man.
NATHAN
I still felt the ache in my thigh every single day where the bullet had torn right through the meat and the bone. I rubbed it absently, trying not to think about that particular mission. I was on leave, after all, and should be getting piss drunk, not moaning about some terrorist asshole that got lucky enough to put a bullet in me.
Besides, the U.S. government owned my ass for the foreseeable future, injury or no. It didn’t matter if I was shot or beat up or burned to a crisp; I still had a job to do. The scar was just another badge of honor.
I got out of the cab in front of the piece of shit motel I was staying at for the next few weeks and climbed slowly up the stairs. I kept thinking about the girl from the club, Claire, and my cock began to stir all over again. I had to grind my jaw to keep it under control as I unlocked the door and went inside.