Notes- Sorry for the wait, several issues came up. First, my proofreader was unable to check it over and this is the first smut chapter I've written in years, so it was incredibly hard to do.

So as you might guess, this chapter is nsfw, so read with caution and go easy on me

Chapter 6

The road to recovery was surely going to be a long one. Natalie had spent a only week being held against her will by The Lost MC, a gang that had been the bane of most of Blaine County. However, the time that would be taken to fully recover from the trauma would take lifetimes. But she had a lifetime to deal with that, so she let it be for the time being, she was more concerned about her physical wounds, which were fading away before her eyes as time progressed, which she was more than happy about.

Her finger wasn't fixable, but she knew that before she was even rescued. The mess that was her teeth was fixed however, after several painful surgeries and replacements. After what felt like ages of being poked and prodded by the medical staff, as well as frequent questioning by the Blaine County police; she was finally released. She didn't complain much during her time at the hospital however, she was allowed what she wasn't while captive; to be able to walk, to eat something actually filling, to smile and actually enjoy herself. But all of that paled in comparison to the feel of sunlight as she first stepped out the facility.

It was a hot day, not a single cloud in the sky. People of north San Andreas roamed the streets, on the way to plans they had looked forward to all week, enjoying their hot Saturday afternoon doing whatever they saw fit with whatever cash they had in their pockets. Despite the bandaging around her hand, she felt like a part of them. Someone called out her name, a girl her age she had known since high school named Rebecca. Becca was what Natalie considered her only true friend, and when Becca caught word that her friend was not only in Paleto Bay, but also in the hospital, she jumped into her car to 'break her out'.

Rebecca flagged her down excitedly, throwing her arms around Nat as she approached her and enveloping her into a bear hug, squealing with delight to see her longtime friend, completely unaware of the hell she had gone through only a short time ago. Nat convinced her the injuries she sustained was from some horrible hiking accident near Mt. Gordo; her friend had no reason to question it. Becca cupped her friend's face in her hands to get a good look at her. The swelling and bruises that had ruined her good looks were only a memory now, her soft face had returned and sharp gray eyes looked to her best friend fondly. Rebecca hadn't changed much since Natalie had last laid eyes on her a little over a year ago. She had a smile that was wide enough to wrinkle the corners of her brown eyes and teeth so white and glistening they were a sharp contrast to her dark skin and the pile of black kinky hair styled on the top of her head.

"I missed you so much!" Rebecca announced, both climbing into her bright yellow Panto. She briefly looked over to Natalie, her grin widening, "I knew those clothes would look good you." Becca has provided her a tank top and shorts when it was very clear that Natalie's bloodied clothes weren't going to be cleaned after a few washes. Nat was thankful that the both of them shared relatively similar clothing sizes.

Natalie smiled back at her, grabbing a pair of sunglasses from the dashboard and putting them on, "So we're going to the beach?"

Rebecca nodded, turning on the radio to the current pop hit that she no doubt knew every word to, "Mhmm, a couple of my friend's wanted to meet you so they're coming along too, hope you don't mind."

The brunette shook her head, "Nope, I'd love to meet them." Despite her normal ideals of keeping to herself, she couldn't say no to her oldest friend, and perhaps a day out with a few people was just what she needed on her first day of freedom.

"Good!" She said eagerly, "Cause they thought you sounded so cool, especially with the missing finger. They think your a badass now." She laughed. Becca wasn't one to dwell on bad feelings, which was exactly what Natalie wanted; their goals in life were just to have a good time and have good feelings all around, a missing body part wasn't going to stop them for what would surely be a great beach day.

The drive wasn't very long, ending up on a beach nearby Paleto where five of Rebecca's friends were waiting for them to join. They already had set up a fire pit and were helping themselves to a cooler full of beers. Both of them hopped out of the car, going to the back of the Panto and unpacking beach chairs and towels, quickly joining up with the rest of the group, who greeted the two of them with cheers and open arms.

The day turned to evening and it was everything Natalie could have wanted. Drinks and laughs were shared all around by new friends. She left with Rebecca with a grin on her face, everything was so incredible since she got out, even the simplest pleasures like building a crappy sand castle or sharing an inside joke was so wonderful and worth cherishing to her. She had a long life to live and she intended on making it a great one.

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Rebecca dropped her off at her trailer, asking if Natalie wanted her to hang around for a little long. Natalie politely declined, saying she'd finally like to sleep in her own bed and get a feel for her house again. Rebecca understood and left soon after while Natalie turned to the home that she didn't think she'd see again.

When she opened the door everything seemed to be where she last left it. She looked at the lock on her front door and found it replaced, she wondered who got around to fixing it since the break in. She also noticed her closet had been opened and made empty, which made her wonder who was the one to grab it; the MC or Trevor.

She sat herself on her couch after disposing of a stale beer left behind and locking her front door. Natalie's nerves were beginning to eat away at her chest slowly as the lonesome silence surrounded her. She wondered if they would come back, the thought of being dragged back into their clutches made her feel almost sick. She had to get some form of protection for herself. She had been one of the incredibly few in Sandy Shores to own a gun, she never had a reason to. But with the looming threat, she couldn't think of any other way.

There was a knock on her door that nearly made her jump out of her skin. She scrambled up and grabbed a kitchen knife from the counter, concealing it behind her back. She crept to the door, looking through the peephole to find Trevor on the other side. She sighed a breath of relief before opening the door, stepping to the side to let him in.

He came inside, turning and looking her over, noticing her hand was behind her back. She sighed softly, revealing the knife she was keeping with a shrug. He eyes flicked up to hers, "Planning on using that on me?"

She shook her head, laying the knife back on the counter before sitting herself back on the couch, "No, but you can never be too safe y'know? The stuff you were keeping here is gone."

He nodded, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the counter, speaking causally, "Yep, I figured when you got swiped you were done with this whole thing so I'm keeping them with Ron."

She blinked, shaking her head quickly and standing right back up, "No! I mean... I still need money, especially with all the hospital bills piling up, I could still do it if you want me to." She looked down at her bandaged hand idly.

He raised an eyebrow at her, looking surprised, "Really? You're that suicidal, huh? I guess I could, but we need to get you armed so that shit doesn't happen again."

The thought of The Lost coming back for her made panic shoot through her body and made her stomach twist in knots, but she quickly pushed it away to continue, "I was thinking the same thing, but I need to get a permit."

Trevor shook his head quickly, waving the idea off with his hand, "Nah, don't worry about that, I'll get you a gun." He then grabbed the case of beer she brought in with her from off the tile floor, helping himself to one.

"Oh, okay." Natalie didn't give herself time to think too much into it, she was sure he had the means to smuggle her a gun, hopefully he could teach her how to use it, "I uh... Thanks for saving me by the way... you don't know how grateful I am."

He scoffed, a grin on his face, "Doesn't sound very grateful." He replied.

She smiled a little, "I really am, I wouldn't be alive if you didn't come and save me... I really owe you." Natalie accidentally let a sexual undertone go through at the last part.

She had forgotten that she had even found him attractive, with everything that happened the thought of sex was the absolute last thing on her mind. So it came as a surprise to her to find sexual attraction rear its head again. Nat doubted now was the time for her to be flirting, she had to get her life back in order. But it was too late to pull back now, so she threw caution into the wind and chose to see how far this would take her.

Trevor raised an eyebrow at her, "You bounce back quick don't you?"

She shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant, "I know what I want." She replied simply.

There was no discussion after, Trevor had quickly closed the space between the pair, Natalie finding herself pressed against the wall with the older man's hands making their way under her shirt and up her sides. Her heartbeat quickened and she looked up at him to find him looking right back down at her. She didn't waste any time to match his vigor, leaning up a little and kissing him in which he reciprocated. The kiss was heavy and needy, neither of them wanting to take things slow. Natalie's hands were against his cheeks, feeling the rough stubble against her palms.

Trevor broke the kiss when forced her shirt off her body, making a display of throwing it across her trailer, he gave a satisfied smirk to find her bra-less, a small stick-and-poke heart tattoo marked the side of her left breast that seemed to go well with two silver nipple piercings, both modifications done in her teen years. He moved his hands to cup her chest, both his thumbs running over her nipples, which she responded to with a soft, pleased sigh. His mouth came back down against hers, his hands moving to cup her ass and lifted her off the ground with little effort. Her legs and arms wrapped around him to help support her weight; she was silently grateful that she owned such a small frame.

He carried her back to her bedroom, not bothering to turn on the light as he dropped her on the bed and came down with her. He leaned down and his lips went to her neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses that made her body tense and her teeth bite into her bottom lip. Her hands to her back and her nails dragged against his shoulder blades, her able to feel the hard muscles from years of hard work through his shirt. He brought his knee against her crotch.

"Oh fuck." She moaned involuntarily, feeling his grin against the soft skin of her neck, he pressed his knee against her with a little more firmness, another series of long, needy moans from her followed after.

She tipped his head up so she could kiss him again, fully aware of his growing erection nudging against her stomach. He grabbed the hem of her shorts and underwear, she lifted her hips up as he tugged them completely down, leaving her fully naked under him. He stopped a moment to look at her, she had a petite body, her skin naturally a soft tan color, a few small tattoos drunken nights we're scattered around the expanse of otherwise unblemished skin.

He was back on her again, her breathing already heavy as she tried pulling off his shirt. He slipped out of it and her hands went roaming, feeling over hard muscle and scars that surely told a thousands stories after he lifted her onto his lap and undid the button and zipper of his jeans.

"Wait, wait." She said suddenly, pressing her hands against his chest, "I haven't been on the pill for a while."

"Yeah?" He replied, sounding mildly irritated that she suddenly stopped him.

She sighed, speaking firmly, "If you don't have a condom you're gonna be walking back with blue balls." He stared at her for a long moment before smiling, liking her brashness, before reaching into his back pocket and grabbing a rubber, she raised a brow, "We're you planning this?"

Trevor smirked, "I'd been wanting to fuck you since I saw you. Had to be prepared, I am a gentleman after all."

She smiled, waiting as he slid the condom on his exposed cock. He grabbed her hips quickly and lifted her up a little before he brought her back down, thrusting deep into her. She let out a quiet groan, her eyes fluttering shut as she got used to the sensation on him being inside her, he wasn't incredibly big she noticed beforehand, but it was plenty good enough as she got the feel of his covered length inside her.

His mouth pressed against her collar-bone as he pushed up his hips to meet hers with short groans, she in turn met his energy with a roll of her own hips, her nails digging into the flesh of his back. He didn't take long to pick up quick pace. They're breath shortened and their heart raced. Natalie's moans filled her trailer, her fingers like claws against the older man's back, which brought him closer and closer to the edge. He adjusted their position pressing her back against the bed, her legs still wrapped tight against his hips.

The thrusts into his came hard and quick, hitting her so perfectly she was gone, her world silent and loud at the same time, her mind blank but rushing, her body so tight and stiff she shook while she felt that Trevor met his own release, his face contorted to an almost pained look. Their bodies were tense and all at once the tension left them, Trevor near collapsing on top of her.

It was silent between them besides the heavy breaths from their comedown. He pulled himself away from her, pulling and tying off the condom and tossing it in her small trash bin in her bedroom, adjusted his jeans back up on his hips and grabbing his shirt, not bothering to put it back on.

She didn't say goodbye, too tired to do much of anything beside watch him leave as he mentioned coming back with a shipment soon, she smiled to herself, secretly prideful to see the red marks across his back that she made.