"You need a bed and time to let me appreciate you properly."He steps back and my arms fall away from his neck in despair. I don't need him to take his time. I need him to put his dick in me and give me an orgasm.Nate basically drags me up from the wall, and I fight, not wanting to leave the space. As he passes, he steals the Oreos from my hand and throws them on the couch, not delicately at all.I reach out, sad to see the chocolatey goodness leave.When we make it to the hallway, Nate leans down, picking me up and wrapping my body against his. "Walk faster or I'll carry you," he says, as I cross my ankles, holding on for dear life.I laugh. "I think you're already carrying me."When we reach the bedroom, he drops my butt on the bed with a flop and my brain picks up where this is going."Wait, are you sure about this?" I ask, when I remember what I have on underneath the grey pair of sweatpants I lumbered around the house in today after my mother left.He raises his h
He spent last night with me, but again we didn't do much sleeping. It's not Emma who gets a say. It's me. Do I want Nate to spend the night again?I debate for less than a minute before I answer. "No, I don't think Emma would care if you spent the night. In fact, I think she'd like it."Let's hope he picks up that I'm Emma. She's two. Unless he sprouted red hair all over his body and started talking like Elmo, she won't notice anything.He slows the car when the speed limit lowers. "Do you want me to spend the night?"I fight the smile that threatens to break, but lose. "Yes. I think I do.""Once you decide if that's a yes or no, let me know." He smiles, pulling into a parking spot in front of the bakery.He has to know I want him to stay, but just in case, I play along for longer. Not to string him along meanly but to build up the anticipation.As soon as I open the door to the bakery, it's obvious something is off. Not only is there a charge in the atmosphere, but three
My mouth drops open, mostly because he has the audacity to ask that question. We're divorced. "No, I did not sleep over at his place." I leave out the part where he slept at mine. I've never been to Nate's house, and I get lost in the small moment thinking I need to invite myself over and see where he lives.I must make sure he is not hiding a secret family somewhere. Not that I expect him to be that kind of guy, but I also didn't expect it of Barry either. I used to think he was too honest to keep secrets. Ha."I don't like Emma's mother out running the streets.""Excuse me?" What street does he think I'm running around? "Is Pelican Bay a dangerous town in your opinion?"He has no concern over what I'm doing. He's only pissed because he thinks I'm having fun. Barry doesn't like the fact I'm seeing Nate. He's allowed to move on, but I never should in his opinion."You should concern yourself with raising our daughter rather than someone you're sleeping with."When he gets o
"I'm letting myself in."I walk out to the living room and find Winnie standing at the dining room table taking off her shoes."Oh, you haven't left?" Winnie asks. "Huxley left about ten minutes ago."Nate steps behind me and passes off Emma to my waiting arms. She rubs her eyes groggily, not a morning person today. "Shit, I have to go."He pulls on Emma's pigtail and gives us each a kiss on the forehead before almost running out the door as he grabs a set of keys from the kitchen table on his way."Long night?" Winnie asks with one eyebrow a little higher on her face and a smirk written across her lips.I sputter and shake my head no. "We we're just talking.""Uh-huh. Huxley and I did a lot of talking when we first met, too."Emma reaches out for Winnie, and surprisingly she takes her without a second thought."If you will hold her for a second, I will get some breakfast around.""No problem," Winnie says, bouncing Emma on her hip and talking to her in a baby voice
"You know."Winnie shakes her head that she doesn't."The police give certain individuals monikers for use on the radio so they know who they're talking about without using names.""Sure," Katy says. "But why would we have one?"Pearl hesitates, her eyes flitting from one person to the next. "Well...you have a tendency to be talked about on the police radio."I didn't think it possible, but Katy's mouth drops open wider until Winnie steps over and closes it with her hand."What exactly is our name?" Winnie asks, keeping her hand on Katy's chin so her mouth doesn't fall open again.Pearl swallows and shakes her head a tiny amount like she doesn't want to tell us, but she opened this door and now she has to walk through it. "I'm not positive, but I think they've referred to you as The Bakery Bandits.""What? That doesn't even make sense. Who started this?"Pearl shrugs. "I'm not sure. It's been around for a while.""A while?" Katy asks, stepping away from Winnie so sh
"Why not?" I ask.Her eyes widen and she pleads for something with them, but I don't know what. Drugs go to the police. That is the rule. "My reputation can't handle it. We're already known as the Bakery Bandits. What will Pearl say?"I roll my eyes, but when I get a flash of Winnie, she seems concerned too."Huxley will never let me hear the end of this. We need to call somebody and get a handle on this situation.""You guys, there's a storage unit full of drugs. We need the police.""No," Katy says, her eyes now bright. "I have a plan. We'll call Tabitha.""Tabitha?" I ask, confused. What does she have to do with this? Are they smuggling drugs in the bakery? It would make more sense with the name, but I can't see Ridge dating a drug smuggler.I'm clueless, but Winnie nods her head like she's following along. "That's a good idea. We'll take the drugs and put them in the back of the car and drive them to Tabitha. She'll know what to do."Okay, now I'm starting to worry.
"Whoops," Winnie says, turning the car with a hard left as we get closer to Pelican Bay. The stack of boxes hits the window and Katy hugs the middle one trying to keep everything lined up."Shit, we've almost made it," Katy says as we drive past a cop car stationed on the side of the road using a radar on cars as they pass. She smiles and waves as we pass the police car and we all breathe a sigh of relief when it doesn't pull out into the road after us."I will need so much church for this," Winnie says, stopping the car in the back parking lot of the bakery...."I just can't believe you did it," Nate sputters in complete disbelief.It's been four hours since we dropped the car load of drugs off at the bakery and left Tabitha with a bunch of similar questions. Anessa, the smart one, refused to let the drugs enter the store. But eventually, without even being called, Tabitha's fiancé and a few guys showed up in the back room, and magically the drugs disappeared. Ridge put the
He did tell me he'd have to run a few "trips" this week. He didn't elaborate on what the trips were, and even though I'm dying to know, I'm doing my best not to ask. We're a hot minute into this relationship. I don't want to become the crazy girlfriend all up in his business.There's a small thread nagging in my brain and warning me that I should worry his trips are to a secret wife or prettier girlfriend, but I work to bash the horrible thoughts down to the far reaches of my brain. Nate doesn't seem like the cheating type. Plus, I'm sure you have to be with someone for more than a week before they're allowed to cheat.I'm perfectly aware I have trust issues after the divorce — I gave a therapist a lot of money to tell me this many times before I believed it — but I didn't expect them to show their ugly heads so soon. There's a small possibility I'm not as grown-up, mature, and rational as I once believed.I watch him bend over to tie his other shoe, the muscles in his back stret