Natalie kicked one of the tires in frustration. “I bet it was Sandra's bitch ass. One tire I can understand, but two? Ugh, wait until I get my hands on that hoe.”
“Unless you have two spare tires, let me give you a ride home.”
“No, that's okay. I'll call a tow truck and wait inside the store.”
Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a loud crackle of thunder. Light sprinkles of rain trickled down, and it was only a matter of minutes before it picked up.
“Natalie, a tow truck might take hours. Get in my truck so I can take you home. You can schedule a tow truck for tomorrow.”
Natalie opened her mouth to protest, but the look I was giving her quickly made her realize it was not up for debate. I helped Natalie into the passenger seat and walked around to my side of the truck before she plugged in her address into her GPS. There was absolutely nothing wrong with helping her out. I mean, any decent person would. Besides, nothing about this was sexual in any way. I thought of everything I could to distract my mind from Natalie’s sweet floral scent. The tension in the air was thick, but neither of us spoke. Instead, we allowed the pouring rain to be our music.
After about a twenty-minute drive, I pulled into Natalie's parking spot. The trickle of light rain had turned into a full downpour.
“Let me help you with your bags,” I said, grabbing her belongings from the backseat. She nodded as she grabbed the keys from her purse.
Hopping out of the car, I ran across the truck and opened Natalie's door. We jogged to her front door and quickly went inside the house.
“Damn, it's really pouring out there,” Natalie said, shrugging off her jacket. “Let me get you a towel.”
I shook my head. “No, I should go. I don't want to invade your space like that.”
“C'mon, Dex. Wait until the rain slows down a bit. I'd feel like crap if I sent you out in that.”
“Alright.”
Natalie motioned for me to follow her towards the kitchen, and I took a seat at the island. She walked down the hall, andafter a few moments, she came back with a towel. Wrapping one around my shoulders, I watched as Natalie walked towards the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water before handing it to me.
“Dexter, I meant to thank you. For earlier.”
“It's not a big–”
“Yes, yes, it is.” She interrupted. Leaning against the counter, she folded her arms across her chest. “I was embarrassed that you heard that hoe talk to me like that. Don't get me wrong, any other time I would have whooped her ass, but what she said cut me deep, and it threw me off guard.”
“Why, though? You and I both know it wasn't true.”
“For a moment, I thought it was. The thing is, Sandra is the woman my ex-fiancé cheated on me with. Right before you came outside, she told me she was pregnant with his baby. Lawrence and I had been together for three years, and I thought I was everything he needed. I mean, we weren't perfect. Hell, no relationship is, but I didn't think he'd betray me. For months, I cried and tried to figure out what I did wrong for him to step out on me. To simply give up on us! So, maybe she was right. I wasn't good enough for him. I wasn't good enough to be his wife or to carry his child.”
I got up from my seat and stood in front of Natalie. Her head was hanging low, but I could still see the tears running down her cheeks. Placing my finger under her chin, I lifted her head so that her eyes were on mine.
“I meant every word I said earlier. You are more than enough, and your ex was a dumbass for not recognizing that. I've only known you for a short time, but I can already tell what type of woman you are. You're smart, funny, helpful, caring, beautiful, and sexy as fuck. Any man would be lucky as hell to have you on his side, and I'm not only saying that to make you feel better.”
Natalie shuddered as I moved closer to her.
“Do you know that I've been trying my damnedest to avoid you? Every time I close my eyes, the only thing I can see is your face. It's like the scent of you is all around me when you enter the room, and when you're not around, I can still feel your touch. The way your hands ran through my locks. I could still feel those thick thighs wrapped around my shoulders. Natalie, you have me in a chokehold that I cannot get out of, no matter how hard I try. So, while it's fuck that Lawrence muthafucka, it's also a big shout out to him because had he not fumbled you, then I wouldn't have met the best thing that's happened to me. As much as I love my best friend, I'd do anything to have you by my side.”
Natalie's breath hitched, and her breathing became rapid as I leaned down and pressed my forehead against hers.
“Dexter,” she whispered. “I can't…I can't. Fuck! I can't fight this anymore. Take me.”
Standing on her tiptoes, Natalie placed her soft lips against mine. Grabbing the back of her neck, I pulled her to me. I slid my tongue into her mouth, and she hungrily sucked on it. Breaking our kiss, I licked my lips as I wrapped my arms around her thighs and lifted her to sit on top of the counter. Natalie instantly grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head. She leaned down and began kissing my neck before she ran her tongue across my collarbone. My dick was hard as fuck, and I wanted to feel her.
I pulled at the hem of her leggings and pulled them down with her panties. A low moan escaped her lips as I dipped a finger into her wetness.
“Damn, you're already wet for me, baby?” I whispered in her ear.
She frantically nodded as I teasingly swiped my thumb over her clit. Dropping down, I spread her legs wider and took in her dripping pussy. My mouth watered at the mere memory oftasting her the first time. I pushed her knees up and dipped my tongue into her opening.
“Shit!” Natalie hissed.
