Love In The Fast Lane Part 4

Nate smiled up into her face. "Having fun?"

She nodded, looking wild and s.e.xy. "Ready to join the party?"

She lifted off him so he could slip his jeans down and release his hard length. Nate grabbed a condom from his jeans before slipping them down his legs, ripped it open and sheathed himself. He was so hard it was actually painful. Pulling aside her panties, he thrust into her hot, wet center. She moaned in pleasure at the sensation. "Oh, G.o.d yes, don't stop! Please, don't stop."

She rode him hard and languorously, squeezing every ounce of sensation out of him before he started to release. He came in an explosion and as he rode it out, he felt her release around him too, pulsing and milking him for more.

"f.u.c.k, Brielle, what am I going to do with you?" he kissed her roughly before she stepped off him, straightening herself out.

He knotted the condom and put it in his jeans pocket as he pulled his pants up.

Brielle gasped, her cheeks turning pink, "Oh gosh, anyone could have seen us."

"You're thinking about that now? Honey, you're ten minutes too late for self-composure. It's ok, you're on an adventure and n.o.body knows you out here."

If she was unhappy with that answer, she didn't say, but she let it drop.

"What do you want to do now?" he asked.

With a twinkle in her eye she said, "I could do with a shower."

"As you wish." He turned on the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot.

CHAPTER 4.

BRIELLE AWOKE THE NEXT MORNING in a bed that was not her own. She rolled over and inhaled Nate's scent on the pillows beside her. But the man was nowhere to be found. She sat up and the sheets fell to her bare waist. Feeling a little low on modesty, she pulled it up to cover her exposed b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Last night Nate had brought her back to his hotel room and had soaped her up, washing every inch of her in the large shower. Certainly the most sensual shower she had ever taken. His antics had continued into the bedroom where he had taken her in three different positions before they fell into an exhausted sleep for the night.

Now, he seemed to have slipped out and Brielle took that as her cue to sneak away. She walked into the adjoining bathroom and rummaged through the pristine cupboards looking for those complimentary toothbrushes. Up on her luck, she found one at the back of the cabinet and thanked her stars for expensive hotels and their extra touches. Quickly brushing her teeth, she then changed into her rumpled skirt and top and grabbed her summer sandals off the floor as she tiptoed out of the room. As she closed the door behind her and whirled around, she smacked right into another body in the hallway.

"Oops, sorry," she muttered. "Hey!"

There in front of her was Emma, mirroring her very own actions, tiptoeing out with shoes in hand. The difference was, hers were stilettos.

"Walk of shame?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah."

They laughed at each other as they bent to put on their shoes, saving at least some small fraction of their remaining dignity as they walked out of the very sw.a.n.ky hotel.

"So, was it the driver?" Emma asked.

"Yeah. You?"

"Guilty as charged."

"I think we need coffee and breakfast."

"Amen to that sister."

"So, we have two more days of vacation left, what do you want to do?"

"I could do with a little breather from Luca to be honest. It's a little intense and I don't think I can handle that right now."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he's obviously a player and that's what I liked about him. No strings, just some fun. But the way he looks at me, you know. I don't want to get attached. I'm just young and free and don't want anything serious. Especially something that starts in Brazil. Besides, he's a big deal racecar driver. What kind of life does that give me? Fighting off the h.o.r.n.y v.a.g.i.n.as chasing him?"

"Whoa, that's some heavy thinking over a guy you met like four minutes ago."

"I know! So let's have some us time today. I could use some relaxing sun time."

"Good idea. Breakfast first though."

"Yes, ma'am."

Nate put on his shorts and decided to go for a walk along the beach. He wanted to see Brielle again. The sneaky girl had crept out of his hotel suite while he had gone for his morning run. He and the team were scheduled to leave tomorrow midday and he was hoping to get her out of his system one more time. That's what he kept telling himself.

He grabbed his cell phone and room key and shoved them into his pocket.

The day was warm and he cursed himself for not taking his sungla.s.ses. He was in too much of a hurry though and didn't want to bother with running back into the hotel to retrieve them. The beach was packed but the cool sea breeze was welcome against his scorched skin.

In the distance he could see a flash of silver sparkling in the sun. As he squinted he could see that it was, in fact, Brielle lounging on the beach in the skimpiest bikini he had ever seen. d.a.m.n, it was so unlike her usual style and yet, she was s.e.xy without even trying. In another lifetime he could actually see himself settling down with a woman like her, in the very distant future. He was just too young to settle down now. He was at the peak of his career, a career he had worked hard for and he wouldn't blow it over tail. So many people and places to explore that he couldn't imagine himself cramped into that lifestyle. Marrying for love or l.u.s.t and then having her nag you to death because you're never home, and then making both yourself and a potential wife miserable. No, he was smarter than that. Plus he knew that 'in sickness and in health' didn't apply in real life. When the going got tough, the idiot got going and left their adolescent child to pick up the pieces.

Nate's cell phone vibrated in his pocket and he absently picked it up without checking the screen. "h.e.l.lo?"

"May I speak with Nathan Wolfe please?"

"This is him speaking."

"This is Dr. Sams speaking from County General Hospital."

"Yes, what is this about?"

Nate looked in the distance and noticed that Brielle was looking right at him and waved. He gave her a half smile in acknowledgement but didn't return her wave.

"I'm sorry to tell you this over the phone, son, but your father has pa.s.sed on."

"My father?"

"Yes, Leon Wolfe, had a collapsed liver and we failed to revive him."

Nate staggered. Why should he care? This abusive man was finally gone, away from people that he could potentially hurt and poison. "What do you want from me?"

"I imagine this must be such a shock and again, I'm sorry that this news has to be delivered over the phone. Mr. Wolfe spoke of you very fondly."

What the f.u.c.k?

"But, you will have to come and claim the body as the hospital can't keep it here for more than three days without a warrant of investigation and as your father died of complicated natural causes, there is no autopsy to be conducted."

"What city are you in?" he managed to ask.

"Chicago."

Chicago? When had his father gone there? Last he'd heard, the old man was living in Connecticut.

"I will be there as soon as I can."

Nate hung up and stared in the distance. The noise of the beach crowds faded and was replaced with a dull buzzing in his head. His father was dead? Nate didn't know how to feel about that. For years he had wished it on the SOB but now that the moment had come, he felt... numb.

He saw Brielle again and she started to get up, possibly to come to find him. He caught her gaze then turned and walked away. The panic was rising. Renal failure? Liver damage? He started to jog and then he ended in an all-out sprint, pounding the sand hard and fast till there were no other people on the beach and he was gasping for breath.

His father was dead. Now, he was truly all on his own.

Brielle felt stung. She watched as Nate took off in the opposite direction at a high sprint. Was he really that desperate to get away from her? Who was he talking to anyway? He smirked like it was a woman on the line. Well, hmpf. Typical man! Although she knew it was casual, she at least expected that they were exclusive while they were getting busy.

She shrugged and plopped back onto the sand. Shifting her big sun hat to cover her face from the blazing sun she decided to just let it go. It wasn't worth the ha.s.sle to be honest. But still, her heart broke just a little. She had thought that things were a little special between them. Surely she was different enough to at least not be interchangeable with another woman.

Brielle pushed the negative feelings aside and tried to focus on the present. Tomorrow they would be leaving this dreamland and getting back to reality. And the reality waiting for her was a medical internship that would allow her to earn at least some of her final year of tuition. She had dreams and goals to achieve, so she had to get her mind straightened out.

When they got back to the hotel, Brielle couldn't hold back the temptation and called Nate's hotel. She was like a drunk dialer.

"Hi, can you connect me to Mr. Wolfe's room please. Number 208."

Brielle heard some clicking of the keyboard and then, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wolfe has already checked out."

"What? Are you sure? Can you check again?"

"Yes ma'am, I am sure. I have checked twice."

"Thanks." Snotty old prude.

"What's wrong?" Emma asked, lounging on the sofa.

"Nate checked out. He's left the city. He didn't even say goodbye."

"a.s.shole."

"I feel so cheap. I thought we were at least doing this out of mutual respect or something."

"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry." She stood up and walked around the couch to embrace her friend. "It's a tough thing to learn. But you'd rather know than not, right?"

Brielle nodded numbly.

"I'm going to sound like a cliche but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

Brielle barely heard Emma. She felt used.

She didn't expect him to actually care about her but at least have some shred of common decency.

Well, at least now she knew. It was back to reality tomorrow anyway.

"You still avoiding Luca?"

"Yes, I am." Emma stated proudly.

"Then let's have a fancy dinner tonight. Just you and me. Seems we only have each other to rely on anyway."

"I'm there like a bear, babe."

At the end of any day, she knew she could always count on Emma.

CHAPTER 5.

TWO MONTHS LATER.

Brielle was nearly seven weeks into her chiropractic internship and today marked her last day on the job before she returned to cla.s.ses that started in two weeks. She couldn't wait. Two weeks before she would start the beginning of her career, well almost. Still, this would prove to be the toughest year, but by far the most rewarding. Because after this year she could write her board exams to finalize becoming a doctor. In some ways it was bittersweet because she had no family to share the accolades with. Well, her father could be alive but seeing as she had never met him, that wouldn't matter anyway. He was her father by birth only, not by any kinship they shared. Emma was more family to her than any person that had ever walked in or out of her life.

Her mother had gone off and married some aristocrat when Brielle had turned sixteen and by the time she started college, she had died of a brain aneurysm. That wouldn't have mattered much either because her mother wasn't much in that sense of the word. She had never wanted to be a parent and always treated Brielle like some kind of a burden. So, when she died, her rich husband paid Brielle's first semester of college tuition and then let her fend for herself. Alone. With no family. Emma had been her college roommate and all the family Brielle ever needed.

Her past didn't hold her back anymore. She wasn't going to sit and feel sorry for herself. She was an independent woman and had survived seven years on her own now. Being a doctor would give her the financial freedom to make it.

Her phone vibrated in the pocket of her lab coat, startling her out of her reverie.

She looked at the caller ID and answered, "Hey Em."

"Guess what?"

"Um, you found a new flavor of ice cream?"

"No, guess again?"

"You're getting me that pair of Loubouton's I wanted?"

"Ha ha, you have jokes. No, I sold my first house!"