Sexual Encounter (Encounter #1) Page 5

  “He likes you,” Jett says, and I glance back at him as he nods over to Oliver who is next to me, passed out peacefully with his head on my foot.

  I scratch the top of his head and respond, “I guess that’s a good thing?”

  “It’s a deal breaker, baby.”

  Hearing him say that, makes me wonder what his thoughts are on us and all of this. Standing to my feet, I go to Jett’s side, and he smiles, a sexy grin as he wraps an arm around me, holding me close.

  “Take the wheel,” he says, and I place my hands next to his. “Good, just keep her steady now.”

  Jett kisses my neck, and I know how distracting he can be, so before things get carried away, I ask him, “Can I ask you something?”

  “You already asked your question today,” he teases me jokingly.

  “I’m serious.”

  “You can ask me anything, anytime, Natalie.”

  “You just mentioned that had Oliver not liked me, it was a deal breaker. So what’s the deal?”

  “What do you want it to be?”

  He flips the question back on me, and I don’t know how to answer him, ‘cause I’m not sure what I want. Right now, I want to know what’s going through his mind. “I want you to tell me first.”

  “Okay,” he swallows, and I wait on him to speak. He seems to be looking for the words. “I’m not good at this stuff. You know, I don’t typically have the time or inclination to date with work and everything, but I like you, Natalie, a lot. I don’t know what it is, but since the moment we met, my mind and body have wanted you in a way that I’ve never wanted any other woman before. If I’m being honest to your question, I don’t know what the future will hold for us, but what I do know is that I see my future with you in it.”

  I swallow, his response is not what I expected. Deep down, I had braced myself that this was more of a fling and that we’d fuck for a week or so, then we’d be done. Clearly to him, it’s the furthest thing from that.

  “So what does your future look like?” he asks me, and I shake my head, not really sure.

  “I don’t know, Jett, I mean…I…I like you, and us together, but I’ve gotta get my divorce finalized, and then depending on the outcome, figure out my life.”

  “Let me handle the divorce, Nat.”

  “It’s not your responsibility though.”

  “It kinda is, I work for Tom and can use that to your advantage. Let me get you what you deserve.”

  “What if he finds out and it all backfires?”

  “Then we’ll still have each other.”

  His words calm me, knowing that no matter what he wants to make things between us work. Trusting Jett, because I do believe that he does have my best interests in mind, I nod, and right away he asks me, “What’s most important to you when it comes to the divorce?”

  I look out at the clear seas as we glide along and know it’s two things: money and the house. I wish I could pick just one, but I need both. How terrible will I sound if I say that to him? I left my job when Tom and I got married and became dependent upon him, which I’ll always regret.

  “Tell me,” he urges me on with a soft kiss to the cheek pulling me out of my daydream.

  “I need the beach house, it holds so many memories of me and my mom, and I need money until I can find a job.”

  “What if you had to pick just one?”

  “I don’t want to because I’d be forced to choose money, and then I’d lose the last connection I have to my mother. And, Jett, I deserve more. Tom treated me like a piece of garbage for years. It’s sad the way our marriage was.”

  Tears gloss over my eyes, thinking about everything that I’ve endured, from my cheating husband whose infidelities I ignored because I was scared to get yelled at, and then losing my mother during it all, which eventually ended my already crumbling marriage. It’s a lot to handle, and I get swept away in it. Jett pulls me back, saving me from the pain that I’m wallowing in. Turning me towards him, he holds on to both sides of my face and says to me, “I promise you, Nat, that I’ll never hurt you or lie to you.”

  I’m still holding on to the wheel of the boat and the wind whips through us as we stand in this moment, just him and I. His words calm me from the inside out. There’s something different about Jett, something that I’ve never seen in a man before.

  Chapter 11

  Jett

  With the boat anchored, so Nat and I can sleep together, I find myself awake in the middle of the night. The stars illuminate the night sky that shine brightly through the skylight.

  Rolling over, she is naked and sleeping so gorgeously. Her sleek body is warm against mine, and looking at her soft skin reminds me of how red it was after I held her tight and fucked her. It makes me horny, and I want to do it again, but I don’t want to wake her, not when she is this peaceful.

  Oliver is sitting by the door, telling me he needs to go outside and I get up, not bothering with my clothes. There’s not a person within seeing distance and if there were, oh well.

  As we head out into the cool California night, Oliver finds his pee pad and uses it. He really is the best dog; he can adapt to any situation. I head up to the roof needing to clear my running mind that woke me up.

  As I lie back on the cool fiberglass, my cock hits my stomach. I’ve become used to being constantly hard, being around Nat. I’m always itching to be inside of her.

  Focusing on the sky, my words replay in my head, “Let me handle the divorce.” Which I thought would be easy enough, that she could pick the house or the money, and I’d recommend to Tom that we offer her one or the other, but she can’t choose. And I get why; she does deserve more.

  But how can I get her more? Even if we went to court, I can’t guarantee that the judge would see her attachment to the beach house and grant it to her. Then how shitty would I feel?

  Looking up at the stars, one shoots by, just as I hear Natalie call out for me, “Jett?”

  “I’m up top, babe.” I look down at her; she’s still naked herself. “Come up here.”

  She listens, the way she always seems to, and I can’t take my eyes off her as she climbs the ladder towards me, her perky tits bouncing a little with each step and her hard nipples have my mouth watering for them.

  “What are you doing up here?” she asks me.

  “Just thinking…clearing my mind.”

  “What are you thinking about?”

  “You…of course.” She grabs my hard dick, and I stretch, pushing myself towards her hand.

  The moonlight illuminates her sexy body as she goes down on me. Her lips open wide taking all of me in. She swirls her tongue over my head each time she comes up. Reaching for her pussy, I cup it—she’s wet like she always is.

  Sinking two fingers inside her, she whimpers against my shaft, not slowing her pace, and I finger her the exact same way that she is bobbing up and down on me. The way she likes me to, but I want more.

  “Come here,” I tell her, needing to taste her and direct her body on top of mine. With her pussy hovering over my face, I wrap my lips around her clit and then pull her down. She cries out, backing off my cock and I hold her thighs tight, savoring her sweet taste. She’s unlike any other woman in more ways than one.

  Gently she rocks her hips, still playing with my cock, holding on to it, but I want more, and she can sense that, as she begins to suck me again. With both of us pleasing each other, the boat sways a little. Opening my eyes, her ass shrouds my view.

  Jesus, she’s so damn sexy.

  I need to be inside of her. Pulling away, I lift her off and over me. She stops sucking and looks back at me, still on her hands and knees. Moving behind her, I grip her ass cheeks firm in the palms of my hands and spread her wide entering her body in one swift shove.

  “Fuck,” she wails, and I bury myself further into her, my balls heating as cum runs through them.

  Then slower than usual, I begin to move, wanting to savor her and this moment. Taking my shaft almost all the way out o
f her, the moonlight illuminates her back. With each thrust, I feel the head of my dick rub her opening then slide back inside. Long and slow movements I give to her, rocking in sync with the ocean.

  Our bodies work so well together like they were made for one another. Natalie drops her head and splays her arms out to the side of her body. Her ass is like a slide; her cheeks are the top and her neck the bottom.

  I grunt loudly—drilling her—fucking her, no longer able to keep my pace slow as I pummel myself deep into her. She takes all of me, never complaining, only crying out in passion.

  “Harder!” she screams, and I move my hands to the front of her thighs, getting a good grip as we both prepare to let go. “Yes, Jett.”

  Fuck, I love when she says my name. I’ll never get enough of it. With the noises of our skin echoing off the desolate Pacific Ocean, I hold my cum and focus only on Natalie. Her body tenses and her breathing stops; she’s fighting it like I am. Then she screams wildly, and I give her a good hard slam, which makes her go over the edge, shaking eagerly.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants, enjoying the pleasure, and the instant that her noises cease and her body settles I let go. Cum fires from the bottom of my balls, and I hold her close to me. Her back is now against my chest while I let go, not even needing to move as the flexing of her pussy milks out every last drop.

  ***

  “Slow down,” Natalie says from the front of the boat with Oliver next to her, and I listen instantly.

  “What’s up?” I ask, worried that’s something the matter.

  She points to a group of dolphins up ahead. The boat slows, gliding us past them. Our presence doesn’t seem to bother them. They are surrounding a school of fish, eating. One of the dolphins smacks its tail on the surface, knocking out the fish as the others swim around keeping them funneled together. You can see their fins popping in and out of the water. The fish flail in the air, trying to survive.

  “Told ya we’d see dolphins,” I tell her, and we both go to the side of the boat, getting an even closer look. Holding on to her hand, she rests her head against my arm while we watch them.

  “They’re gorgeous,” she says.

  “Just like you.”

  Natalie looks up at me with those eyes, so sexy and trusting, and says, “I don’t want to go back. I could stay out here forever.”

  “I could too,” I tell her and it’s the truth. I honestly could, especially with her. I’m not sure how I went from never wanting to be in a relationship to suddenly wanting to risk it all for Natalie, but I have.

  Chapter 12

  Natalie

  “Do you want me to come with you, to make sure he’s gone?” Jett asks me.

  “No, I don’t want to put you in an awkward situation again.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  “I’ll be fine. I’m sure he’s not texting me back because he’s being an asshole.”

  Jett sits down in the sand behind me holding my body close to his. “I really don’t want you to go,” he confesses, and I feel the same way, but I should go. If I push my luck, he’ll be sick of me by next weekend, and I’d hate myself, especially because I’m falling for Jett, and I don’t know how to stop it.

  “I need to get home, and you have work. I’ll see you soon. Thank you for a perfect weekend.”

  “Are you kidding me? Thank you, Nat, I…had the best time I’ve had in years.”

  I smile watching Oliver play in the water as Jett’s words resound in my mind.

  “I’ll call you later,” I tell him and turn, kissing him. He kisses me back, so gently, not the way he normally does, and I don’t like it. I want him to give me a real kiss, the way he always does. Wrapping my hand behind his head, I knot my fingers into the back of his dark hair and pull him against me. He growls, and flips me on my back, kissing me just the way I wanted. His hard cock grinds into me, and I know there is no stopping him now.

  “I tried to be gentle,” he says against my lips, pinning me down, the warm sand sticking to my skin. I smile, satisfied that he was just trying to control himself. Oliver drops his ball next to us, and we both laugh looking at the wet dog who waits patiently. “Oliver has more patience than you,” I tease Jett, and he pulls back.

  Grabbing the ball, he chucks it far, and I take the opportunity to slip out from beneath him. With my feet on the sand, I wipe my legs clean and tell Jett who is still kneeling, “I’m leaving.”

  “You’re really gonna leave me here, like this?” he points to his dick, and I nod, walking away, knowing that if I leave him needing me, it’ll make him miss me more, and then the next time we are together will be that much more explosive.

  Getting in my car, I make the short trip up the coast, calling Tom one more time on the way, but he doesn’t answer.

  His car isn’t here, so I’m assuming he’s gone. As I pull into my driveway, Jett sends me a picture of his dick and says, I’m still hard.

  I type a message to Jett walking inside, but before I can hit send, I’m stopped—frozen—sickened by the sight in front of me. Taking in the sight of my home is…heartbreaking. It is beyond wrecked—Tom destroyed it—everything is ruined.

  The glass tables are broken, the couch cushions are torn, the carpet is stained, there are holes in the walls. Standing in the middle of the living room, I do a three-sixty and…want to drop to my knees as I read a spray painted message on the wall, Keep the house, cunt.

  And everything that was so good just minutes ago now is suddenly so bad. I fight to keep my composure. I won’t let Tom do this to me.

  Automatically, I call Jett, and he answers on the first ring. “Miss me already?”

  “Jett.” My voice is shaky, and he can hear my hysteria rising.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “My house, he vandalized it.”

  “What are you talking about?” But I can’t answer him as I spot my locked bedroom door open. The tears stream down my face. I didn’t want to cry, but I know Tom’s won. Peeking inside, my mother’s urn and gray ashes are on the floor with footprints all over them. My hand flies over my mouth as I cry harder.

  “I’m on my way, baby,” Jett says.

  Sinking to my knees, I let my phone fall from my hand. I’m completely sickened and shocked by the sight in front of me. Who would do something like this? What kind of monster did I marry?

  I rest my head back on the wall to try and calm myself down, so Jett doesn’t think I am a complete psycho. But I can’t, all I can think about is my mom and how defiled her remains are.

  “Nat?” Jett calls out from the front door, and before I can answer, he’s at my side. “Oh, baby. It’ll be okay,” he tells me, and I shake my head, letting him pull me into a tight hug. Holding him back—I feel safe—Jett calms me—like everything is somehow going to be okay.

  “Why would he do this?” he asks me, and I point into the living room at the message on the wall. Jett tenses reading it and lifts me to my feet. “There’s probably glass on the floor.”

  I steady myself in his hold and quickly leave my room. I can’t see my mom like that. But the tears won’t stop, and Jett takes my face into his hands making me look at him. “Are you okay? You’re scaring me.”

  Okay is the last thing that I am. “He broke my mom’s urn; her ashes are all over the floor in there.”

  With Jett’s arms around me, I hold on to him and focus on just breathing. But then he takes out his phone, and I ask him scared, “What are you doing?”

  “I’m calling him.”

  “No, he’ll know about us.”

  “I don’t give a fuck!” he shouts. His eyes are wide, and the look he has in them is like none other that I’ve seen before. With the phone pressed against his ear, I wait and worry knowing that this is going to change everything. But now that Tom has done this, everything is already changed.

  In the distance, I hear a familiar ringing and Jett looks at me, obviously hearing it too.

  “Is that his phone?” he asks me
.

  “I think so.”

  Jett hangs up, and the phone stops ringing mid-ring. Then he dials it again, and the ringing starts again. We follow the noise to the kitchen and on the floor under the stove is where the noise is coming from. Taking the drawer out, I look down, and sure enough, there is Tom’s sleek black phone.

  On the screen is says Jett Jordan. I lift it up and hand it to Jett, he puts his phone away and begins to mess with Tom’s. “Shit, it’s got a password.”

  “Try 4379.”

  The password doesn’t work. He changed it, of course, he did. I wrack my brain trying anything else that I can think of to get into his phone, but nothing works. If only something could go in my favor for once.

  Chapter 13

  Jett

  “Are you just pushing random numbers?”

  “Yes, I need to get into his phone.”

  “Let’s think about this. Have you tried everything you can think of?”

  “Yes.”

  “Have you tried your birthday?”

  “No, there’s no way he would change the password to have anything to do with me. He hates me.”

  I snatch the phone out of her hand and type in her month and day of birth. 0121. The phone unlocks, and her eyes get wide. “You know my birthdate?”

  “I might have read up on you a little bit.”

  “Where do we go first?” she asks.

  “Text messages?”

  I go into them, and we scroll through looking for anything out of the ordinary or incriminating. But don’t find a thing.

  “Look at his pictures,” she tells me.

  And as I go into them, I’m shocked by what stares back at us. Neither of us speaks as I flip through the photos, and then we come to a video. It’s dark, and I’m not sure I want to click play, but Nat does. The noises right off the bat are disturbing and before our eyes are Tom and another man, having sex. The guy has Tom bent over and is filming it through the bathroom mirror. It’s kinda one of those things that you don’t want to watch, but you can’t stop yourself from watching either.