8. Nate
EIGHT
nate
After some grub and a shower, I made my way to my bunk, still thinking about today’s shooting competition at the range. I hadn’t even realized that after an iteration of successive pings, everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch.
It was a good thing for Sunday morning, Saturday night for Zoe. Not long after our conversation. . . our very enlightening conversation. . . shit had hit the fan. Thankfully, we’d only been outside the wire for a day since I had no time to warn Zoe first.
Retrieving my phone and ignoring every other text, I found Zoe’s. At first, it was just a “good night,” but then when I hadn’t texted back while she was sleeping, Zoe had sent a second one after she woke up.
All OK?
A few hours after that, another.
Talked to Lucas. Seems like you may have gone dark. Have to admit, I thought maybe I was being ghosted.
I hadn’t even thought of Lucas but was glad she’d talked to him. Which meant he knew we were still in contact. Not that I was hiding anything, but I hadn’t talked to him in a few days.
Indeed
I messaged her now, lying down on my bed. While I waited for her to respond, I cleared out my other messages and thought of how often scenes of her on that couch had played through my mind during the last day.
I’d half expected her to tell me to fuck off, even if she had given me the green light. Instead, she’d done just the opposite. To say I was intrigued was an understatement.
Glad you’re safe.
Alive and well. How you doin’?
Working. Quiet day yesterday, just some cleaning, gym, and brunch with the girls.
That seems to be a common theme, gym and wine.
Indeed
Smiling at her use of my own phrase, I asked her what was on the agenda for the week.
Biding my time until New Orleans.
That’s right. Leaving Thursday, yes?
After work. I still can’t believe we’re going for the weekend.
I didn’t think I’d asked her before.
What’s the occasion?
Silence.
Usually, once Zoe got on a roll, she texted back pretty quickly. Maybe someone had come into her office. Or she was in a meeting.
Finally, text bubbles.
Last minute girls’ trip.
Should be fun.
Are you kidding? It’s New Orleans. Always a good time. It’s my number one favorite city ever.
No greater city in the world, huh?
Well, I wouldn’t say that. But I haven’t traveled outside the US, so I couldn’t say.
No?
Nope
I nearly said “we’ll have to remedy that” but held off. We weren’t there yet. But the fact was, I wanted to be. I couldn’t even remember talking to someone so easily as I did Zoe.
Florence may take that honor for me. Or maybe Paris.
Show-off
LOL. My parents liked to travel. Other kids went to the beach, we went to Europe. I didn’t appreciate it when I was a kid, but now I realize how lucky I was.
I’ll say so.
Where’s one place you want to go that you haven’t?
Um, maybe Florence?
She followed it with a laughing emoji, so I knew she was teasing. Or maybe not.
Fuck it. Life was short.
We should go.
To Florence?
Yep
So we’re talking future plans, huh?
Yeah, we were.
Figured after our chat about me fingering you to the most intense orgasm of your life, future plans were child’s play.
Most intense orgasm of my life? I don’t think you mentioned that.
No?
Definitely not. I’d remember.
Here went nothing.
I didn’t mention a lot of things.
Such as?
Such as the fact that I am an ass guy. And have been wondering what yours looks like for the last twenty-four hours. Or more.
Well, it doesn’t look like I work out at the gym four days a week. Too many desserts and wine for that.
I couldn’t give a shit about that.
Really? So, then what exactly are you wondering about my ass?
Truth or half-truth?
Total fucking truth.
Oh, Zoe. I shifted in my seat.
I wondered how many times I could slap it with you bent over onto the bed, me pumping into you from behind, before you asked me to stop.
Too far?
Likely.
Until it’s red if I’m lucky.
Fuck.
Yeah?
Yeah. Come to think of it, you should know, if we’re gonna talk dirty—
Zoe, I think we’ve ventured firmly into that territory.
In that case, you should know I only have one ‘rule’ in the bedroom.
One rule. This should be good.
Send it
No pain
Easy.
I have no interest in causing you pain. Just the opposite, in fact. I’d get pleasure from giving you pleasure.
Perfect
I was about to ask her another question when a second text came through.
So an ass man, huh?
Guilty as charged.
And you think about my ass in particular?
I do
What else do you imagine doing to it?
Jesus fuck. This woman. Was she for real?
Blunt answer?
The only kind.
Fingering it. Licking it. Fucking it. For a start.
For a start? That seems to be a pretty comprehensive list.
Mmm. Tip of the iceberg, Zoe girl.
There he is again, the man of mystery.
I warned you.
I like it though.
Yeah?
Yeah!
Good. Because you’re going to feel it when I come to Kitchi Falls. They won’t be just words, Zoe.
Fuck, Nate, you’re making me squirm in my seat.
Good
I would be fine if I didn’t have someone coming over in like five minutes.
This was going to be fun.
And if you didn’t have someone coming in? What would you do then?
Whatever you told me to do.
Zoe was playing with fire now.
Be careful what you say to me, Zoe.
And if I don’t?
She was taunting me, and I liked it.
I might be making a beeline to Kitchi Falls when I get back, and you’ll see live and in person exactly how much of an ass man I am.
Promise?
Guaran-fucking-teed. Consider it done.
Good. Can’t wait.
And just like that, it looked like Kitchi Falls would be on my short list of places to visit when I went home. Might as well since, thanks to my uncle, I no longer had a secure future to look forward to.
I can’t either.
I wondered what the hell else I had to offer Zoe but a good time in bed. Better not to dwell on that for now. We still had at least a month or more until any of these scenarios could play out.
And suddenly, I couldn’t wait to get the fuck back to New York. Specifically, a little town on the Finger Lakes. And even more specifically, into the arms of one particularly funny, hot, and apparently very passionate woman named Zoe Harrison.