He hadn’t been lying. I didn’t know what had happened, but he found an apartment near mine, and we didn’t go a single day without seeing each other. We had still been hiding our relationship from our parents, right up until the divorce was all but final.
Dad seemed to take it well over the phone. Nate said he had tried to tell his mother, but she didn’t answer his calls, and he didn’t give enough of a shit to force it. He figured she’d find out eventually.
Dad stood up, and we followed. “I guess I’ll leave you two kids alone.”
“Thanks so much, Dad.” I walked around the table and gave him a hug.
“You’re sure about this?” he whispered in my ear. I could hear the slight disapproval in his voice.
Dad had always expected me to end up with some rich business executive just like him. He wanted me to be taken care of, to never have to worry about money. He wanted what was best for me, and I completely understood that.
But Nathan was the best thing for me. Nathan made me feel safer than anyone else in the entire world. Without him, I could have been taken much sooner and kept for much longer. I would never forget Nathan breaking into the room where I was being held, covered in blood, looking like he felt a fury unlike anything I’d ever witnessed before. He had looked like a demon from hell, and yet I loved him.
“I’m sure, Dad. He’s the right thing.”
Dad nodded and pulled away. “I’m happy for you two,” he said.
“Thank you,” Nate replied.
They shook hands, and then Dad left.
“Hold on a second,” Nate said. “I’ll be right back.”
“What are you doing?”
He grinned at me, kissed my cheek, and then ran out the door after my dad.
I shook my head to myself as I collapsed down onto the couch. Nate was always doing stuff like that, making up his mind in a split second and following through with his decision. He was the most decisive person I’d ever met, though sometimes that meant he did some unexpected things.
It didn’t take him long before he returned, grinning ear to ear.
“What’s the matter with you?” I asked him, laughing.
“Nothing, just had some business with your father.”
“What kind of business?”
He ignored my question and sat down next to me. “Are you happy here?”
“Where’s this coming from?”
“Just answer.”
I shrugged. “I guess so.” I was living in the same apartment I had always lived in ever since moving out to college. My roommate had left, and Nathan had basically moved in, though he was still paying for his other place. He barely went there, though, mostly just to get a change of clothes and a shower when I was hogging the bathroom.
It had been a few months since I’d graduated school, and I had no clue what I wanted to do. I was working, not doing anything interesting, but paying the bills. Nathan would bring the future up occasionally, wondering if I had any plans, but I kept telling him that I had none. When I asked him the same question, he would get all mysterious and ignore me. It was frustrating, but he was like that. He loved to push my buttons.
And there was the matter of the Navy SEALs. Ever since his last mission, he hadn’t talked much about them. As far as I knew, he was still involved and still a member, or whatever they called it, but that was another question he didn’t feel like answering.
Suddenly, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, his hands holding onto my waist. I could feel his heart beating and knew mine was beating fast, too, though I didn’t know why.
It was like that every time with him. Every time we touched, every time we kissed, I couldn’t help myself. Excitement would flood through my body, spiking through my pussy, making me soaking wet. It was because I knew what he could do to my body, even after a year of continual, body-shattering fucking. Because he was around all the time, we basically spent most of our days in and out of bed.
I was much less of a virgin. Really, I’d all but forgotten what it was like before sex. With Nathan it was constant, our bodies in constant want and need, and there had been a few times where I was late to class because Nate wouldn’t stop trying to get me off.
“We should talk about the future, babe,” he said.
“I like it here. I guess I really wasn’t thinking too far ahead.”
“My commanding officer called me up yesterday.”
I stared at him. Those were the words I had been dreading for months. “And?”
“And we have a mission. I don’t need to leave for another week, but I’ll be gone for a few months.”