Booty Call (Natalie PoV)

‘In the lab until early evening. Sorry babe, if I knew I would never have agreed to stay late.’

That was what Tommy had told me when I called suggesting he come over tonight. Well, he was going to get a bit of a surprise when he got back from the lab. My stomach was fluttering the entire drive, body hot. I hadn’t been hit this bad in years. To be **** enough to drive all the way up here for a quick roll in the sack knowing I’d have to drive back and get to sleep. It would be worth it though because there was no way in hell I was going to be getting any sleep until I got this taken care of.

And he was surprised. The smile he gave me as he walked into the room and found me on his bed was priceless and made every second in the car worth it. He wasted no time joining me in bed. I wasn’t quiet. Fuck those pricks outside listening. I needed this and Tommy was game. He must have seen the look in my eye because he wasn’t gentle. Perfect. I didn’t want gentle. I needed that wonderful dick of his in me and I needed him to rough me up in the process.

One go. Two. Poor Tommy was exhausted when I got done with him. We both lay on our backs, staring up at the ceiling as we panted and gasped for air. We were both covered in sweat, my throat sore from all the yelling I’d done.

“Babe…” It was a statement. A one word statement that conveyed all the feelings and thoughts of what we’d been through in a single word.

“Yeah…” I gasped, a smile on my face. I felt good. Amazing actually.

I rolled onto my side, fingers running down his chest. “You good for another?”

“Fuck, Natalie. Trying to break my dick?”

“Mmm…” I said, fingers trailing down to find the object in question. “I think it’s hard enough to take it.”

“As much as I would love to…”

“Please?” I whined, surprising myself at what I was reduced to. Two times wasn’t enough. One more and maybe…

What was wrong with me? This wasn’t me. I had a healthy sex drive, but nothing like this.

“It’s been a long day,” he said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “You still need to drive back, or are you calling in sick tomorrow?”

I sighed. “You’re right. I’m just…”

“Horny?”

“Yeah.”

“Wait for this weekend. I’ll make sure to take care of you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

I kissed him on the lips. Rolling out of bed, I tossed on one of his oversized t-shirts and headed for the door. I needed a drink to soothe my sore throat. Bare feet against the hardwood floor, I lazily wandered to the kitchen and dug around the fridge for something to drink. Finding a soda, I cracked it open in the hopes the fizz would do something. The caffeine and sugar might help with the drive home too.

“Rough night?”

I turned to find Lucas standing there. I ran my eyes over him before settling on his smug face. Saying nothing, I made a show of taking a drink. His eyes wandered over me and I did nothing to stop it. A thrill ran through my body and I leaned against the counter. I could feel the shirt rise ever so slightly, threatening to expose me to him. I practically shuttered from what the thrill was doing to me. The way he was looking at me. I could see what he was doing to me in his mind and…

No. This was wrong. This wasn’t me. None of this was me. I hated smug assholes like Lucas. Yet here I was, letting him eye fuck me like some kind of cheap woman who got passed around at parties. Not that I would mind that—

Oh my god, Natalie!

The mental image of Lucas having me bent over while I took care of another guy in front caused me to recoil. I hopped up from the counter, a cold fear clutching at my insides. Something was wrong with me. Very wrong. I needed to get out of here before—

“Where you going?” Lucas said, stepping in front of me.

“Home.”

“What’s the rush?”

I glared at him. “Move.”

He had a knowing grin. “And here I thought we were having a moment.”

“Ugh. You wish.” Stepping to the side, I went to pass him only to feel his hands against my waist. I dropped the can of soda as I stumbled back. He was right there, pinning me to the counter. I flash of heat ran through me before I met his gaze. Those eyes of his, what they promised…

My heart raced as we both stared at each other, neither of us moving. I felt my lips part. I needed to tell him to fuck off. Call for Tommy. Anything.

“You weren’t satisfied, were you?” he whispered. I groaned, feeling his body against mine. What it was doing to me… I needed…

What?

What did I need?

My head was a mess. Something was wrong. My mind was screaming at me but my body…

I felt his hand against my stomach, separated by a thin layer of fabric. “You always playing hard to get. Teasing us with all the noises you and Thomas make. In reality, you want this, don’t you?”

A shiver ran through me as his hand continued to move down. Oh god. My legs were quivering. He was so close. Breathing heavily, I felt my legs spread slightly, giving him access. He was right. I needed this. I deserved this. All the hard work I put in and crap I delt with, I deserved a reward. Right? This was my reward. I wanted—

His finger ran against my wet slit.

Electricity. Pure energy ran through me and I damn near came just from his touch.

I shoved him with everything I had. He cried out in anger and pain as he tumbled onto his ass, head smacking the fridge. Running to Tommy’s room, I grabbed my clothes and shoes. Not bothering to put them on, I ran half-naked out the house before diving into my car. Starting it, I backed out and gunned the engine, darting off down the narrow street. My heart was racing, tears burring my eyes as I gasped for air.

When I felt far enough away, I pulled over. Sobbing, I clenched at my chest. What did I do? What had I almost done?

What the fuck was wrong with me?