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“It’s just so sudden,” she says, sighing and getting up. Starting to pace as she gives voice to her thoughts.
“I know it is,” I counter. “And I don’t expect you to make a public announcement on day one. But not telling your mom where you are, not even telling your best friend where you are…” I trail off, letting my words sink in.
“What should I do?” she asks, sounding like she’d genuinely appreciate some advice right now.
“Do you want me to call her back, tell her what we did and what we’re about to do?” she asks, her voice rising but still keeping the mood friendly with me.
“You don’t know my mom. Or Suze for that matter.” She explains.
I can agree with her on that point.
She’d know way more about her friends and family than I do right now.
Although I think I have her best friend Suze pretty well pegged.
I stand up, and walking over to her I wrap my arms around her waist from behind, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head.
“I just thought I’d tell you I think you should let your mom and Suzanna know where you are, so they don’t worry.”
Natasha goes quiet, only humming as I hug her, eventually giggling by the time my hands prove they have a life of their own, threatening to destroy our semi-serious conversation.
“All right, all right,” she says, unhooking herself from me so she can do what she knows is the right thing.
“Just keep away from me until I make some calls, will ya?” she asks, glancing at me sidelong, her nipples showing me just how aroused she is, my own hardness pulsing in my pants.
“Deal,” I tell her. “I really do think you should at least tell...” I say but I’m cut off by the sound of the gate intercom.
I make a low sound of annoyance at being disturbed, but given the trouble we had earlier I was almost expecting it.
I urge Natasha with my eyes to go ahead and make her calls, smiling as she looks away awkwardly while I take a look at the intercom camera.
Not cops.
A quick hello and I’m introduced via video intercom to a neighbor.
Father of one of the jocks from the beach.
I thought as much.
Using it as the perfect excuse not to call anyone, Natasha joins me as I buzz the guy in through the gates and stands by me as I swing the front door open, ready for anything.
“I just wanted to come by and thank you personally,” The man says.
He’s a little shorter than I am, heavyset, but looks like he could handle himself.
But that’s not why he’s here though. Nothing like that.
He’s got the same eyes as the kid who got cut, but softer.
Mature from age and experience.
“…To thank me,” I parrot back to him, not sure I catch his full meaning.
“I heard about what happened on the beach, and I just wanted to make sure you were all okay, and to apologize for my son,” he continues, thrusting a hand out.
“Brett Jacobs. My boy, Lance got his comeuppance it seems,” he smiles wide. “Down on the private section of the beach,” he remarks, grinning wider as if he’s pleased beyond belief.
As if he was actually there.
I start to shake my head. “Look. Mr. Uh… I’m not sure what your son told you, but—”
“Oh! He’s a lying little bastard. I didn’t believe a word of it. He got his, and I was just wanting to make sure that you and your daughter were alright. I mean… boys will be boys, but they took it way too far this time, by the sound of it.”
I feel myself tense and then relax, sensing Natasha step closer to me, I hook my arm around her and pull her into me.
“This is Natasha,” I say to Brett, introducing her. “Not my daughter,” I add. Almost growling the words.
Giving her a good squeeze by the waist in case he didn’t catch my meaning.
His jaw drops a little, then his brow lifts. He’s finally run out of air.
Lost the will to congratulate me all of a sudden, but I thank him for coming over before closing the door in his face.
Walking Natasha back to the kitchen, I make sure he’s left and the gate’s locked again before I relax.
“Now. Where were we?” I ask her, using both hands to grab ahold of her, kissing her tenderly before she can say another word.
I’ve proved my point. I’m not ashamed of Natasha and I’ll leave it up to her to tell her family about us. I decide that in the morning, she can at least call her mother and let her know where she’s staying.
It’s still early, for bed and sleep. But after discovering just how large and comfortable the upstairs bedroom is, it’s easy to while away the hours before dark with Natasha.
