Chapter 21
Nathan hasn’t seen me yet. I'm at the rugby field, watching the match. There’s no way he would expect me to be here.
The game has only just kicked off, there’s a strange atmosphere at the ground today – the guys on the other team are huge and they seem mean and rough.
Amanda’s worried, she says this team has a reputation for playing dirty and fighting.
There have been some nasty tackles, and Nathan is big, but the guy marking him is bigger.
I've seen games like this before; without fail, they always turn into a brawl, and the match is abandoned. Those kinds of matches are exciting for the spectators, but none of us want the game ruined. A fight here and there always gets the crowd going, within reason, but not when it spoils the game. Today is different, though. The atmosphere is tense and on edge, as though something bad is going to happen - the sooner it’s over, the better.
As the match progresses, a couple of fights break out – the referee has his work cut out for him with these guys.
I watch proudly as Nathan gets the ball from the scrum and bolts down the right-hand side of the field, he’s like lightning – the crowd start with his ‘Gingerbread’ chant, which Amanda and I roll our eyes at, but my attention is straight back on him – he’s fast, and bloody hot!
Possessiveness floods me - he's mine. The opposing team member runs towards him, it’s his marker and he’s built like a brick shithouse – he reaches him and my breath hitches in my throat – he holds his arm out – hooks him around the neck and Nathan, due to his speed, flies in the air, and crashes onto the floor on his back.
I scream out. That was bad, really bad. The crowd on our side turn angry, and everyone is shouting at the referee.
You’re not allowed to tackle above the shoulders because it’s dangerous, and this guy had him around the neck. Fuck.
When the crowd sees that Nathan isn’t moving, they go deadly quiet.
.. It’s eerie. I'm frozen to the spot. The First Aider comes running onto the pitch, and a couple of Nathan’s teammates go charging over and lunge at the guy who tackled Nathan.
A fight breaks out as shithouse’s teammates come to help him.
This is what they wanted all along – one big fight.
I try to climb the barriers to get to Nathan, but the security guard won’t let me past. “Please . . . he's my boyfriend.” I plead with him
He nods at me and rolls his eyes, “That’s what they all say, love.” The tiny bit of authority he’s been given has gone to his head.
Amanda tries for me, “No really . . . she is his girlfriend, that’s my husband there, and this is Nathan’s girlfriend, let her go to him . . . please” she pleads.
He shakes his head – jobsworth - there’s no way he’s letting us past.
There is a crowd around Nathan, and all I can see is his feet, which haven’t moved.
Please move . . . please move. I hear an ambulance, and on the other side of the pitch, the crowd has parted so that it can drive onto the pitch.
Holy shit, this is bad – I've only ever seen this happen once before, in all the matches I've ever been to.
My heartbeat is rapid, and my mouth goes dry.
Amanda pats me on the arm, but says in a shaky voice. “Don’t worry, hun . . . I'm sure he’ll be fine.”
“He doesn’t know, Mand, that I'm giving him another chance. What if he’s really hurt?”
She shakes her head. “Don’t say that, he’ll be fine - he's probably got a concussion or something. I’ll find out which hospital he’s going to and we’ll follow in my car, OK?”
I nod numbly.
We eventually arrive at the hospital where Nathan has been taken – it took a while to get away from the sports ground because Amanda’s car was buried in the parking and there was a lot of commotion.
I'm shaking as I walk into A his head lifts because he has heard someone come in. When he sees me, surprise flashes in his eyes.
“Kate?” he whispers
I nearly sink to my knees with relief when I see that he’s OK. “Honey . . . you’re OK?”
His eyes soften at my endearment. “Of course I am, just got knocked out, that’s all, and because I was out for longer than they’d like, they wanted to get me checked out here. I have to have a scan, but I'm pretty sure I'm OK.”
A sob escapes me, and I cover my mouth and walk to him, throwing my arms around his neck. “I was worried, it looked bad, Nate.”
“Hey,” he says softly, his arms coming around me “I'm fine, babe, it takes more than that to keep me down. You were at the game?”
This is it, I have to tell him now. My heart hammers fast through my ribcage.
“I was at the match because I wanted to talk to you. I . . . I love you, Nate. I can’t not be with you because I'm scared. I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you, and I don’t want to throw it away.”
He stares at me, stunned and silent.
Finally, he speaks. “Jesus... really? Are you serious - I've got another chance?” he gazes at me with hope in his eyes.
I nod. “Don’t let me down, please?”
“Fuck . . . if I’d known this is what happened when you get knocked out, I’d have done it years ago. Are you saying what I think you're saying, Kate? Us... together?”
I shrug, “If you still want me?”
He makes a low guttural sound deep in his throat and bends to kiss me.
His mouth meets mine, and we sink into the kiss.
I open my mouth, and our tongues meld together, and lightning shoots through me.
He breaks off, breathing heavily and butterfly kisses my neck, then quietly says in my ear, “Fuck, I've missed you, babe . . . I love you.” He continues to kiss my neck, finally coming back to my mouth.
He lifts his head back to look into my eyes.
“I won’t mess this up again, I promise. It’s me, you and the girls now... together forever. I promise.”
I nod and lean forward and take his lower lip between my teeth and drag it through, he groans and releases me.
I wonder what he’s doing as he stands and goes to the door, opens it and shouts, “Ol, come here.” He says, “Guard the door for me, OK?” My stomach flips.
Olly must agree, because he turns around and closes the door behind him.
“I've got a problem. I need to be inside you, like, five minutes ago - but we’re in a fucking hospital – on the plus side of that, there is a bed right here.
He walks to the bed, I'm sitting on the edge of it, and places both his hands on either side of me, leaning in to kiss me urgently .
. . this is a ‘means business’ kiss. He wants me to have sex on a hospital gurney?
Fuck it – I want that too . . . hang on . . . he’s supposed to be waiting for a scan. I break off from his kiss, this time, we're both panting.
“Wait, what if there’s something wrong . . . you have to have a scan.”
“There’s nothing wrong, babe, and the part of me I need to work for this is working just fine.
” He grabs my hand to place it on his crotch, where he is already rock solid.
I move my hand up and down, stroking his shaft on the outside of his shorts.
He throws his head back and groans. I love that I can do this to him.
He pushes me backwards slightly until I'm lying on my back with my feet dangling over the edge, and he sinks to his knees. My heart skips a beat as I figure out what he’s going to do.
“Nate, you can’t do that here!” as he hooks my knickers from under my skirt, and slides them down my thighs.
“The hell I can’t, it’s been too long since I tasted you, Kate, I need to eat you now.” Moisture pools between my thighs at his words.
“Oh shit.” I breathe and lie back, I'm too old to be doing stuff like this on a bloody hospital bed, but I can't stop - I don’t want to stop.
His mouth is on me. He parts my folds and licks along the middle.
He takes my clit in his mouth and sucks on it, my hips buck off the bed, and my hand automatically comes to rest on the back of his head.
“Fuck, Nate… yeah, more.”
He mumbles, “Jesus, you taste good. I never forgot how you tasted.” His tongue fills me, and I cry out. He breaks off, lifting his head. “Shhh, or you're gonna get us thrown out. Plus Olly’s out there – I don’t want him to hear what you sound like when you come. Can you do this quietly?”
I huff, “Probably not, but I’ll try to keep it down.”
His head goes back down, and he eats me, it’s like he’s hungry and he can’t get enough, like he’s enjoying himself, which turns me on more.
“I need you inside me, Nate,” I pant “now... or I'm gonna come and want to come with your cock inside me.”
He stands and pushes his shorts and his jockstrap down enough to free himself.
My legs are parted with my heels resting on the bed.
The hospital bed is high enough that he’s at the right height for entering me - he grabs my hips and rams into me hard.
I grab a pillow and put it over my head to cover my moans, and he laughs throatily.
He draws out slowly and fills me again quickly.
I come out from the pillow and watch him standing there as he pounds into me again and again, he glances down to watch us where we join, “Shit Kate... this looks fucking amazing.” His eyes are hooded, full of lust, urgency and love.
“Faster, Nate . . . I'm close.”
“Me too,” he pants and picks up speed, practically losing control but holding on. His thumb rubs my clit, sending me over the edge.
“Oh god . . . I love you, Nate... God, yes! Ohhhhh.”
I come, clenching around him and milking his cock, sending him over the edge.
“Oh Kate, Jesus, fuck . . . you feel so fucking good,” he rasps as he pours into me. He eventually slows and pulls out. He leans over me, the top of me and puts his weight on me.
“I've missed that.” He grins
I grin back, “Me too.”
His eyes soften, “I'm not letting this go again – you - any of it. Me, you, and the girls - we come first now above everything. The A-team. Yeah?”
I nod and smile softly at him. “Sounds good.”
He smiles, “Good, come on, get cleaned up before you get me thrown out of here.”
He arranges his underwear and shorts so that it seems like nothing happened.
“Tonight, we do that properly . . . slowly, all night, naked.”
I stop on my way to the bathroom and turn around, going to him and putting my arms around his neck, pulling his head down to mine and kissing him. I kiss him slowly and deeply, so there's no mistaking that I want to do that tonight too.