Love In The Fast Lane Part 25

"Yeah, that too." She grinned.

"So, is it going anywhere with the chunk of hunk?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I know you Em, and as much as you like to have fun, you are incapable of having this much s.e.x with this guy and not get attached. So, what is it with him? Are you two just having s.e.x? And if you are, is it exclusive? Is he your boyfriend? Or are you just his girlfriend in Florida?"

Emma's face fell.

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to sabotage your relationship; I just want to make sure you don't get hurt."

"I know. It's just very heavy conversation for so early in the morning."

"I know. I just want you to know where you stand before you become more vested in this relationship."

"I will. But you're one to talk, Missy. You're back to sleeping with Darkrider."

Brielle sighed and flopped into a chair. "I know."

"You're the same as me you know, you can't have continual s.e.x without commitment. So, what's going on with you two? Does Noah know?"

"Are you kidding? He's nowhere near knowing. h.e.l.l, I don't even know at this point."

Emma gave her a pointed look.

"I just feel happy, Ems. I'm having fun and when he's around things get exciting. And he's so amazing with Noah."

"He's the father you'd hoped he'd be."

Brielle nodded.

"Do you realize that you're painting the picture of a happy family? But you have to ask yourself Bree, 'Is it a happy family'? Or are you just hoping it would be? Where do you fit into Nate's life?"

"This is too serious for an early morning."

"You started it."

Brielle stuck her tongue out at Emma.

"Just think about what I said."

Brielle nodded.

Just after lunch, she packed up her things and headed to the Brentwood Hills home. It was yet to have an interested buyer and she was hoping to show a couple around in about an hour.

As always, when she entered, it was like she was coming home. It felt so right every time and yet every time, it broke her heart. She could not afford this house. She walked through the halls, gliding her fingertips against the cashmere smooth walls. She entered one of the s.p.a.cious rooms and could just imagine turning that into a study, maybe even a zen yoga studio. She walked into each s.p.a.ce, having a vision for each one and feeling sadder as she went through. When she arrived back at the kitchen, she stopped in surprise at the male figure staring back at her.

"Nate! What are you doing here?"

He smiled, a languid s.e.xy smile. "I came to see you, hoping on the off chance that you would be needing me."

"You're supposed to be in the air somewhere over the ocean."

"I opted for a flight later in the week. I'm out for the season anyway so it's not like I'm critically needed."

"Oh. And what would I possibly need you for?" she smiled.

In three quick steps he crossed the room and enveloped her in his arms as his mouth ravished hers. His tongue stroked hers as her teeth nibbled and gnawed at his mouth. His hands slipped under her shirt and caressed her smooth, hot skin. His thumbs brushed against her nipples and his erection stood to attention when he felt them pucker up.

Her hands roamed his hard chest and she suddenly found herself unb.u.t.toning his shirt. Her fingers explored the taut muscles of his chest as his shirt lay open. He pressed his body to hers and she was surprised to find that she too was bare-chested.

"Stealthy fingers there Speedy," she said between kisses.

"I try." He hiked up her pencil skirt and lifted her onto the foyer table. "Leave the heels on."

He pulled out a condom from his pocket and simultaneously dropped his pants. He skilfully sheathed himself and settled his heat between her legs. "I missed you."

Before she could respond he plunged into her. She cried out and threw her head back, arching her back to reach him. He was deeper somehow and she pulled him in further, aching for the contact; aching to feel even one more inch of him. The table shook with his erotic thrusts and with one last thrust, Brielle's muscles clamped and her o.r.g.a.s.m overcame her. Nate continued to stroke her until his o.r.g.a.s.m followed, ripping into him, long and hard.

"f.u.c.k," he said. "It gets better each time." He kissed her forehead and pulled out, heading to the bathroom to sort himself out.

Brielle slid off the foyer table at the same time she heard a car pull up in the driveway.

"s.h.i.t," she hissed and quickly b.u.t.toned herself up again. She tucked her shirt into her skirt and straightened her hair as best she could. The door opened a millisecond later and Brielle greeted the potential owners loudly, hoping Nate would hear her and get the message.

"Mr. and Mrs. Greenwood," Brielle announced. "How lovely to meet you. I am Brielle Woods."

She exchanged pleasantries with both adults and then turned to the teenager beside them. She looked about seventeen years old and was going through a hard-core Barbie stage. Her skirt was too short, her top too tight and makeup too much. If her parents minded they didn't say so.

She addressed the volatile teen and introduced herself.

"I'm Rachel," she greeted nonchalantly, waving her expensive blackberry around.

Brielle talked about the ground floor and its attractive features, showing off the large open s.p.a.ces for larger families.

"Do you have any kids?" Mrs. Greenwood asked.

"Yes, I have a son, he's five."

"Has he been here?"

"He has."

"Did he like it?"

"He couldn't get enough of it. Our entire house could fit into these two rooms together," she joked.

Mrs. Greenwood smiled politely. Tough crowd.

At that moment Nate returned to the room, thankfully fully clothed and b.u.t.toned up. He seemed completely unfazed as he waltzed over to her.

"Darling, there you are." He came up to the group and put his arm around Brielle, pulling her close. What was he up to?

Brielle didn't lose focus of the fact that Rachel was staring with unbidden interest at the s.e.x G.o.d wrapped around Brielle.

"And who is this?" Mrs. Greenwood asked, peering over her nose.

"I'm her fiance."

Brielle whipped around to narrow her eyes at him.

"Not the father of your child, I a.s.sume?" Mrs. Greenwood addressed her.

"Yes I am."

"So, a child out of wedlock then?"

Brielle's face heated with embarra.s.sment and anger. Who the h.e.l.l was she to judge her?

She was about to give the broad an earful when she heard Mr. Greenwood pipe up. "Hey, you're Nathan Wolfe." He threw his head back and let out a wolfish howl. Why did people keep doing that around him?

Nate laughed and the men exchanged a handshake and walked off a distance to talk racing while Nate regaled him with the horror story that was his recent accident.

Brielle just wanted to get the h.e.l.l out of there.

Later that evening, Emma came over for dinner and Noah was only too thrilled to see her. Brielle decided it was a call for some steaks so she fired up the grill to dine outside.

"So, did you hear who my dad is, Aunt Emma?" Noah asked eagerly.

Emma swallowed the gulp of soda she'd just taken. "I did, Bucket. How do you feel about that?"

"It's awesome. He's so famous and everybody wants to talk to him wherever we go."

"That's pretty cool. Do you mind that he has to share his attention with you?"

"Nah, he doesn't spend lots of time when people come to us in public. Mostly just autographs and then he sends them away."

Brielle was surprised to hear that. Pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.

"Do you mind that he's away so much?"

Brielle knew what Emma was doing and she was grateful for it. Noah wouldn't even realize what he's feeling unless someone came right out and asked him. Brielle also wanted to know how her child felt about Nate in his life.

"It's ok I guess," he shrugged. "It's better than no dad at all."

Brielle's heart broke at the sadness and wistfulness in his small voice.

"As long as you are happy, Bucket."

Noah smiled at her with his small choppy teeth.

A movement at the backyard gate caught her attention and she was surprised to see Nate walk in.

"Hey," Nate greeted Brielle, a sparkle in his eyes. "I had a craving for steak."

"Is that so now?"

His smile widened but turned to acknowledge Emma and focus on Noah. "Hey buddy."

"Hi Dad," he flung his small arms around Nate's neck but Nate picked him up and sat him on top of his shoulders. "Momma, I'm so tall."

Brielle smiled at the exuberant boy.

Emma joined the group as Brielle brought out more steaks for the grill. Nate took the "Kiss the Cook" ap.r.o.n from her and commandeered the role of chef.

Noah showed Emma his trampoline and the two of them started to bounce.

"This is an unusual surprise," she commented to Nate as he flipped the steaks.

"Unhappy to see me?"

"I wouldn't say that."

Before she knew what he was doing, he leaned in and brushed his lips over hers.

She pulled back. "What are you doing?"

"Kissing you."

"Noah and Emma are right there. They could have seen us."

"I'm sure Emma knows about us. Noah will find out soon enough."

"What do you mean, find out? We aren't in a relationship, Nate."

"Aren't we?"

They were interrupted when the others re-joined them, dizzy from their bounce. Brielle decided to brush Nate's comment aside, despite her fluttering heart. What was wrong with her? Why was she acting like a h.o.r.n.y teenager?

"So, how's the season looking, Nate?" Emma asked in an attempt to gauge her best friend's new man toy.

"Looking pretty good," he replied between mouthfuls. "Luca may just get to win this one."

"Good for him."

They flitted from topic to topic after that, sharing stories and talking about everything from baseball to politics.

When Emma left later that night, Nate did Brielle the favor of washing the dishes while she put Noah to bed.