Chapter 16
I can’t sit still. I’m excited about seeing Nathaniel. Jordan sent his jet to England on Sunday evening. He’s transporting Nate and Barry back to the United States, which I’m grateful for. I haven’t seen Nate for almost three weeks, which is far too long. We didn’t talk the last week he was home and then he was gone. A stupid argument that we should have resolved immediately.
When I get home, Nate should be there. His injuries were minor. He could have been out on the main concourse when the explosion took place. Several of those that were out in the open died. If it had been Nate, I would have been really fucked up. He’s my best friend next to Angie, and I rely on him for support when I need it.
“Emma, what time is Nate coming home today?”
I glance at my watch, “Around two Jordan told me. Do you and Charlie want to stop by to say hello?”
“Maybe tomorrow. Let Nate get settled first. I’m sure you want him all to yourself for a little while.”
“I do. I miss him so much. At least I’ll have him for some time before he goes to the Hamptons. ”
“What’s he going to do for the month of July?”
“Not sure. Jordan was seeing if he could hook him up with some gigs in the city.”
“Does he know that?”
“No, but he can always so no.”
Angie’s desk phone rings, and our conversation ceases. I do wonder what Nate would say if my boyfriend got him a few DJ gigs around the city. He has a manager for that, and he might take it the wrong way. I guess I’ll find out when I get home. That’s if Jordan can come through.
The rest of the day drags, and by the time five comes, I’m the first one in the elevator. Unexpectedly, Albert is waiting at the curb to take me home, which I appreciate. The end of June heat is overpowering, and I’m sure the subway would be a mass of sweaty, stinky straphangers. He tips his hat at me, and I get into the Mercedes. The air conditioning feels good on my skin, which has already broken out in a light sweat.
“Albert, thank you for taking me home.”
“Don’t thank me, thank Jordan. He wanted you to be comfortable since it’s so hot out.”
“Is Nathaniel home yet?”
“Yes. I picked Mr. Heaton and Mr. Melnick up from JFK two hours ago. He looked banged up, but it could have been worse.”
“That’s what I say. I’ll be glad to see him. How’s Jordan?”
“He’s well. He sends his regards. Today was hectic for him. He’s currently in a meeting downtown. After I drop you off, I’ll be picking him up.”
“Is he coming to my place tonight, he didn’t say.”
“He wants to give you some time with Mr. Heaton.”
“I’m sure Nate wouldn’t mind.”
“He respects your privacy.”
“I’ll make it up to him this week.”
I look out the window for the rest of the trip, lost in my thoughts. I hope that Jordan knows that even though I love Nathaniel very much, he’s my priority. It’s something I need to discuss with Nate when the time is right. He needs to know what my relationship status is. I don’t want any jealousy between my two favorite men.
Albert drops me off in front of my building, and I head upstairs. Nate is sprawled out on the living room couch, and tears flood my eyes when I see cuts and bruises all over his face and arms. His wrist is bandaged and must be the place that he received stitches. I gently stroke his hair and sniffle. He wakes and gives me a week's smile. I can’t hold back, and I cry freely.
“Come on, baby girl, I’m okay. I’m here.”
He sits up and gestures for me to sit next to him. I do and lean against him. He hugs me, and I bury my head in his chest.
“Nate, if I lost you. I wouldn’t know what to do.”
“But you didn’t. I’m here. Nice of your boyfriend to send me his plane. It was great to fly in luxury. It must be awesome to be rich.”
“He did it without me asking. He knows how important you are to me.”
“That’s cool. I’ll have to thank him when I get back up to speed. You didn’t tell me they were rearranging the lobby. It looks great.”
“Doesn’t it? So much nicer now that we have a doorman.”
“You feel so good in my arms. When that bomb went off, all I could think of was you. That I wouldn’t see you again, and the last time we were together, we fought.”
“But you’re here now, and we’re together again.”
He squeezes me against him, and I inhale his scent of sandalwood and cinnamon from the gum he always chews.
“Did you happen to learn how to cook while I was away?”
“Nope. It’s still sandwiches or take out. You choose.”
“Take out. I’m missing Sal’s Sicilian. ”
I get up to look at the menu. I don’t feel like eating pizza on such a hot night. I prefer salad. That and I don’t want to gain weight. With all the delicious gourmet food Jordan is serving me, I’m going to have to start working out, so I don’t get fat.
I place the order, and the front desk calls me when it arrives. I head downstairs to pay for it, and when I come back, Nate has set the small table in the corner of our kitchen.
“Being away has turned you into a domestic.”
“Not really. I just wanted to do something nice.”
“I could have handled it when I came back up.”
“You worked all day while I lounged in an awesome plane and limo. It’s the least I could do.”
We eat, and Nate tells me about his time in the UK. It sounds wonderful, and I make a mental note to discuss maybe going there some time with Jordan. After we finish and clean up, I ask Nate what he plans on doing for July.
“Barry has a few feelers out. I might be leaving for the Hamptons early. I need to rest for a week or so. My ribs are still sore.”
He pulls up his shirt, and an angry black and purple bruise mark his left side just below his pec.
“How did that happen?”
“I got hit with something, not sure what. The next thing I knew, I was being loaded into an ambulance, and my stomach was killing me.”
“You were lucky.”
“Someone was watching out for me.”
We talk about what happened until Nate starts to yawn. It’s getting late, and it’s so nice to have him back home. We both retire to our rooms, and my cell rings as I settle into bed.
“Hey doll, just got out of my meeting. I wish I could see you tonight.”
“Me too. I miss you.”
“I miss you too. How’s Nathaniel? ”
“He’s good. Sore and bruised, but okay. Thank you so much for transporting him. He really appreciates it.”
“I did it for you. I want you to be happy and not worry.”
“I am. I love you, Jordan.”
“Ditto. I have a call. Sleep, tight baby. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
I hang up and slide under the sheets, falling asleep quickly. A sickening howl awakens me and it seems to be getting louder. I sit up sharply and throw the covers off. Nate. Throwing open his door, I snap on the light. His body is contorted, and he’s gripping the sheets so tightly in his fist that his knuckles are white. I’m not sure how to wake him, but I need to before the neighbors call the police.
I shake him, and he lashes out with his arm, narrowly missing my stomach. He’s still asleep, and his howls get louder. I call his name loudly several times, and his eyes finally spring open. His moans silence, and he focuses on me with a wild look.
“What, what happened?”
“Shit, Nate. You were having a nightmare.”
“It’s not the first one.”
Nate had nightmares when we first lived together. His childhood was not stable with two alcoholic parents. He told me he often slept under the porch to escape their drunken binges and fights.
“When did they come back?”
“The first night I was in the hospital. That blast triggered them. I was so loud that they sedated me.”
“Are you okay now?”
“No. Baby girl, can you sleep with me?”
In the beginning, I slept in his bed, and the nightmares went away with me there. That went on for a few months. I haven’t slept in his bed for two years, but I don’t mind. I slide in next to him and let him curl around my body for comfort. He possessively wraps his arm around my belly and tucks his hand under my side. Now that I have Jordan, it feels strange, but I tell myself that Nate is my best friend, not a man in line to bed me.
For the rest of the week, I’m conflicted between sleeping at Jordan’s and sleeping in Nate’s bed. I compromise, having dinner, and making love before Albert brings me home for the night. I know it’s not the perfect scenario, but I want to be there for my best friend. Jordan usually travels in the limo with me, and we either make out, or he fingers me for one last orgasm to remember him by as he puts it. Like I could ever forget the sex we have.
I decided that it would be prudent not to tell Jordan that I’m sleeping in Nathaniel’s bed. He wouldn’t understand. The last thing I need is an argument. Each night, I snuggle into bed, and Nate pulls me against him. He hasn’t had a nightmare, and I hope that he’ll be alright over the weekend. I promised Jordan that I would attend his mother’s garden party in Greenwich.
The next morning, Friday, I tell Nate that I won’t be home on the weekend.
“Are you going to be alright?”
“Yep. I think it’s about time I get back in the saddle again. It’s been over a week, and I could use a good fuck.”
“So, are you going to prowl the clubs?”
“Nah, I’ll just call Sandy or Liz.”
Those were Nathaniel’s fuck buddies. They would occasionally saunter over at midnight to have noisy sex. I didn’t mind Sandy, but Liz liked to walk around the apartment in the nude, which I didn’t appreciate. My repeated attempts to get her to stop only make her more resistant. I didn’t want Jordan to sleepover and walk out to see her. It wasn’t that I was jealous, well maybe just a bit.
“Make sure Liz wears clothes. ”
“I’ll mention it to her,” Nate says dryly.
“Thank you.”
I quickly take a shower and get dressed. Nate’s attitude had turned arctic, and I suppose he was upset; I was leaving him for the weekend no matter what he said. I wanted to escape the chill of the apartment before it turned into a full-blown fight. I didn’t need clothing anyway since Jordan had secretly been adding to my wardrobe at the penthouse. I could just pack the Louis Vuitton suitcase he bought me a couple of weeks ago.
I kissed Nate goodbye, and I could tell by how his arms hung limply around my body that he wasn’t happy with the situation. No time to discuss it now without arguing. I left before he exploded on me. I loved him, but I had been neglecting Jordan by not sleeping in his bed. I had spent more time in Nate’s than his.
Amazingly, this was a fast Friday. The manuscript I was working on was so exciting that I read right through lunch. The author was new to the publishing scene but had merit. Jordan texted me at two to tell me that Albert would be waiting to bring me to The Ballard after work. At the end of the day, I was gathering my stuff, and Nicky popped by.
“I guess I’ll be seeing you at my stepmother’s home this weekend.”
“Yes, you will. Jordan invited me.”
“I hope you will keep company business here in the office.”
I lowered my voice, “Don’t worry Nicky, I won’t tell your fiancée you fucked one of the interns.”
His face got bright red, and he walked away in a huff. I would keep his secret if he maintained his civility, which I assume he would, or Jordan would kick his ass. I smiled to myself as I walked to the elevator.
Albert was waiting for me, as Jordan had asked. He held the door to the Mercedes and tipped his hat when I slipped into the backseat. He didn’t make his usual chit chat, which was fine since I was daydreaming. I was worried about Nate. But he was on the mend and a big boy. He could live without me for a few days. I’ll make sure to call him each day to see how he’s doing.
Upstairs in the penthouse, Jordan was waiting for me. Our bags were packed, and I wondered how he knew what I wanted to take.
“You packed for me?”
“Yes. I do know what you like.”
“Is there actual clothing in the suitcase or just swimsuits?”
“You think I want you near-naked all weekend with other men around?”
“I was just asking.”
“Don’t worry, Emma, one day I’m going to whisk you away to a private island, and you will be naked all week. We’ll make love on the beach and sleep in a hammock together.”
“Sounds kinky.”
“The hammock?”
“Well, not the beach. That’s not kinky; it’s sexy.”
Jordan stroked his chin, and a slight smile bloomed on his face, “I do believe I created a sex monster.”
“Me? What about you?”
“Let’s call it even.”
He plants a kiss on my lips and texts Albert to let him know we’re ready to leave. Having sex in the limo during out drive to Greenwich is tempting, but Jordan doesn’t want to look disheveled when we get there.
I can understand his thinking, but that doesn’t mean that I care. I want him to fuck me. We’ve been in a routine, dinner, then a few hours of sex before I go home. I’m craving him, and I hope the walls are thick in this house. It might be a bit slutty to think that way, but I need him.
At the halfway point, I’m sick of looking out the window at the surrounding traffic. Jordan is working on his laptop, finishing up a few details before he closes out for the weekend. As soon as he bags the device, my hand reaches for his bulge, caressing it .
“Emma, what are you doing?”
“I’m bored.”
“We could watch a movie.”
“I’d rather watch you. I’d rather suck you.”
He raises his eyebrows, and I can feel him harden against my hand. I massage him through his cargo shorts until he’s rock hard.
“Let’s make you a little more comfortable.”
I hike my skirt up a bit and slide onto the floor in front of him. Jordan hits the button for the privacy glass, and I hear the whirl as it goes up. He places his hands flat on the seat by his hips, and he watches me with his brilliant blue eyes. He’s giving me permission.
I kneel and unzip his shorts, he lifts his hips, and I pull them down along with his boxers until they’re at his ankles. His cock is so hard it’s kissing his taut belly. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him, and I grasp him at his base while I wrap my mouth around his head. I swirl my tongue around the spongy tissue, and I’m rewarded with a salty bead of precum.
Sucking him deeper into my mouth, I hollow my cheeks, pulling hard. Jordan groans and gathers my hair, then wraps it around his hand and holds it back. I use my tongue along his hot shaft, licking up and back, caressing his heavy balls in my hand while I squeeze his base with my other.
“You’re going to make me come.”
I bob my head faster, sliding my lips down his velvety cock. I can feel every vein and throb as I work him. He sits still, but I know he wants to fuck my mouth. His breathing is heavy, ragged, and he’s lifting himself off the seat with his two hands, suspended above the leather as I feel the first splash of semen hit the back of my throat. Jordan groans loudly and gently thrusts as he empties.
When he finishes, I lick his still erect cock clean and put him back together. He lifts his hips to slide on his shorts, and I close his zipper then sit back on the seat next to him. He just stares at me with his eyes shining .
“You amaze me.”
“I can’t help it. You’re hot.”
“Doll, I’m going to make you come so many times tonight that I’m going to have to gag you to keep you quiet.”
“That’s what I was hoping for.”