Summary: Who's got their claws in you my friend into your heart I'll beat again...Lost for you I'm so lost for you (Title and lyrics from "Crash Into Me" by Dave Matthews Band.
Author's Note: This story is nothing but smut so buckle your seat belts, kiddies. (Or just completely ignore this if smutty Naley isn't your thing.) This story was inspired by James Lafferty in a tuxedo while attending the Monte Carlo Television Festival the other day. This story was greatly encouraged by missmelsie, who listens to me rant and rave and go on and on (and on and on) about writing and Naley and James Lafferty...
Speaking of JLaff, I attended ATX Television Festival a couple of weeks and was able to see the pilot of James's new show, Everyone is Doing Great. It is uniformly great and I highly recommend supporting the Indiegogo campaign if you can. The pilot was really well done and you can tell everyone involved is really committed to the project.
And now, happy reading! (Seriously, it is nothing but sex in my typical rambling way.)
(And I know I said I would be working on IYE after my most recent story but I've been craving some Naley sexy times stories and the image of James in a tux kept hounding me. I'm moving to IYE next, promise!)
This is definitely not how she envisioned her night ending…
Several hours earlier…
"Nathan! We have to get ready—oh god don't stop oh god," Haley admonishes her husband, whose mouth is otherwise too occupied to respond. Her hands drift to Nathan's head, gripping the dark strands of hair and keeping his face pressed to her center.
"Mmm, what was that, Hales?" Nathan asks, his words muffled as he licks here…nibbles there…sucks there…
Haley moans when he hits an especially sensitive spot and she can feel him grin against her skin. She knows they need to be getting dressed for the premiere they are attending, but she can't find it in herself to care when her husband is kissing and licking and nibbling and teasing and oh god, now he adds fingers and starts a slow thrusting and arousal is burning through her veins like a wildfire and she wants to scream but then Nathan adds another finger and she's stretched to the point where pleasure and pain intertwine on a razor's edge and it hurts so good so good and she swears she can feel her brain melting as the pleasure overwhelms her and then Nathan twists his fingers inside her just so and she shatters…
"Oh fuck," she yells as her release washes over her, shuddering as Nathan continues the slow thrust of his fingers, drawing out her climax.
When she finally regains her senses, she opens her eyes to find Nathan grinning at her like the cat that ate the canary, his chin resting on her pubic bone.
"I am so damn good," he drawls, earning a roll of the eyes from Haley.
"Calm down, mister. You're just alright," she teases, laughing when he mock scowls at her before nipping at her hip bone.
He crawls on top of her, his nude lower half making contact with hers and sending shivers down her spine. Her legs automatically wrap around his waist, cradling him to her. He presses against her and for a moment, she is tempted, oh how she is tempted, to welcome him inside her once again. But then she catches a glimpse of the clock on the bedside table and groans at the time.
"Nathan," she says, her voice dropping to a moan when he presses against her again. "Seriously, Nathan, we have to get ready."
He drops a kiss to her lips. "Oh, I'm ready alright," he murmurs against her mouth.
She smiles at his response. Even after all these years of marriage, his never-ending lust for her still makes her feel like she did when they were newly married and she was discovering the joy of sex for the first time.
But right now, they really need to get ready.
"Alright, lover boy. You have to get up—and I mean, you literally have to get off me and off this bed so we can get ready," she says before he can crack an "I'm already up" joke. She shoves him off of her, laughing when he pouts at her action.
"Why do we have to go to this stupid premiere anyway?" He grumbles as he sits on the bed, watching Haley stroll to the bathroom, uncaring of her nudity.
"Because," she tells him from the bathroom, "he was your client and this is his first movie after leaving the NBA. He wants you there. Plus, we haven't had a proper date night in forever, and we're out of town with no kids. So we're going, mister."
"You ruin all my fun, Hales," he tells her as he walks to the closet and reaches for his bag. Throwing it on the bed, he searches for a pair of boxers and socks. Once those are on, he walks back to the closet for the garment bag holding his formal wear. He glances into the bathroom and watches Haley for a few moments as she puts on her makeup.
His wife is so goddamn beautiful, with or without makeup.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you're kinda pretty?" He asks.
She blows a kiss to his reflection in the mirror and grins. "Only you. Now leave me alone so I can finish getting ready. We have to leave in about 20 minutes."
She shuts the door in his face and he mutters in protest. "A guy can't even watch his own wife getting ready."
"Because I'm naked and I know you, Nathan Scott. You'd have me on top of this counter in two seconds flat," she calls out through the closed door.
"Damnit, Haley, thanks for that mental picture. Now that's all I want to do."
Her laugh follows him to the bed where he continues to get dressed.
Twenty minutes later, Nathan is reclined on the bed, flipping through the TV channels when the bathroom door opens and his wife emerges. His jaw drops at the sight: Haley, her dark hair tousled in waves, her makeup light enough to enhance her natural beauty while not overpowering it, and the dress. Lord, the dress. The front was cut low but not indecently so, while the rest of the dress skimmed her body, a slit to mid-center showcasing her legs when she walked.
"Ha-Hales," he stammers as he scrambles to get up from the bed.
Giving him a smirk that rivals the one he often flashes at her, she preens for a moment, spinning around so he can see the back, which dips dangerously low to the small of her back.
"You like?"
He shakes his head. "I love," he says as he crosses to her, bending down to drop a kiss on her lipstick-shiny lips.
She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. When finished, she pulls back and her lips turn up into a naughty grin.
"There might be a surprise for you under the dress," she teases him.
Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he grins. "Oh really?" One hand drifts to the small of her back, fingers dipping beneath the material to investigate. When his fingers encounter the bare flesh of her ass, his grin widens even more. "Is my girl going commando?"
Shaking her head, she laughs. "I'm wearing a thong, but that's not the surprise I'm talking about."
Nathan's forehead furrows as he ponders what the surprise could be. She's clearly not wearing a bra and if it's not her panties…
Haley watches as he thinks about what she could mean, biting her lip to keep from laughing at the adorably confused expression on his face. She decides to help him out.
"It's more like the surprise is in me…"
"In you? What the hell, Hal—oh, seriously?" He asks as he realizes exactly what the surprise is.
She giggles as the expression on his face changes from confusion to understanding to lust in about two seconds.
"Yep," she confirms. "And if you're a good boy tonight, maybe I'll let you play as well."
His groan is drowned out by her amused laughter.
"Nath—Nathan, you're, you're going to mess up my hair," Haley complains between fevered kisses. As soon as she and Nathan settled into the limo, he had practically attacked her. For the last ten minutes, they had been heavily making out in the backseat, hands wondering, teasing, exploring, as the limo made its way to the premiere.
"Don't care," Nathan mumbles before capturing her lips again, his tongue darting in to wrestle with her own.
"I-I do." Haley's protest ends in a low moan as Nathan kisses a path down her neck, stopping to suck briefly on her pulse point. "I don't need to look like I've been rolling around in the back of a car."
Nathan looks up from her chest. "But that's exactly what you've been doing."
"I know that, Nathan, but I don't need the whole world to know," she huffs in exasperation. She shimmies one of the straps of her dress down her shoulder, pulling the material low enough to uncover her breast. "But while you're down there…"
Nathan winks at her. "Yes, m'am." He leans down and sucks her nipple into his mouth.
Her hands fly down to grip his hair, messing up the carefully coifed strands. "Who cares if your hair looks a mess, you can pull off the sexy bedhead look. Oooh, bite a little harder, baby."
Obeying her command, he nips the bud harder, then soothes the sting with his tongue. His right hand reaches for the other strap of her dress, pulling it down so her entire chest is exposed. While his mouth is occupied sucking and nibbling and teasing one breast, his right hand occupies itself with her other breast, pinching and caressing and cupping. Haley writhes beneath him while she murmurs instructions to him on what she wants next.
He was always a C+ student in high school but when it comes to pleasuring his wife? A+.
Haley nudges him from her chest and pulls him closer. "Want to kiss you," she whispers before capturing his mouth with hers.
As their tongues battle for dominance, Haley's hand sneaks down to Nathan's pants, her fingers making quick work of the button and zipper. She reaches into his boxers to find him hard and waiting for her. She begins stroking his length, using the moisture gathered at the tip to aid her movements. Her hand twists and squeezes and pumps his hard cock, and Nathan groans against her mouth as she drives him closer to the edge. He pulls back and rests his forehead against hers, turning his gaze to watch his wife's hand on his cock. She alternates fast strokes with slower ones, leaving Nathan trembling and gasping for breath. He can feel his climax approaching, every move Haley makes sending his arousal to new heights.
"Babe… Hales, I'm close, god I'm close," he gasps. As much as he loves his wife's hand on his cock, he really doesn't want to finish with a mess of his tuxedo pants. "Babe…"
Haley winks at him and before he even registers what his happening, her mouth is on him and holy shit her tongue her teeth and oh god her mouth is so warm and wet and then she starts humming and he can feel the vibrations all the way down to his toes and then her hands are on his thighs the nails digging in slightly to his skin and the small bite of pain makes the pleasure even better and the sucking oh god the sucking and all he can think is how his girl is the goddamn queen of blow jobs and…
He erupts with a shout (thank god for the soundproof privacy windows in the limo) and slumps against the seat, while Haley sits up, licking her lips and grinning at him.
The partition between the front and rear compartments begins to lower and Nathan scrambles to make himself presentable, tucking his cock into his boxers and zipping his pants. "Shit," he mutters as he tucks in his shirt.
Haley laughs at her husband's rumpled nature as she acknowledges the driver's warning that they are about two blocks away from the venue.
"Here, let me help you," she says as she fixes his tie and finger-combs his hair back into place. "The bedhead look is a good one for you, babe."
"Hilarious," he mutters.
The limo stops and Haley leans past Nathan to look out the tinted window at the red carpet and press waiting. She glances at Nathan and grins at the blissed out expression on his face.
"Alright, buddy. Knock that I just received an amazing blow job from my wife look off your face."
Nathan leans forward to pop a kiss to her lips. "And I do thank you. You ready?"
Haley nods and waits as Nathan exits the limo. Reaching his hand down, he grasps hers and helps Haley from the vehicle. She grips his hand tightly as they start to make their way down the red carpet.
"Nathan, stop!" Haley hisses through her smile as she faces the row of photographers.
Nathan's grin widens for the cameras as his hand continues to roam. It had started innocently enough with Nathan wrapping his arm around her waist and resting his hand low on her hip. As they posed for pictures, his hand began to wander around Haley's backside, fingers dipping beneath the low-cut back to stroke the soft skin of her upper backside. Each caress of his hand stoked the fire that had started burning low in her belly, each pinch or cup of her ass ratcheted her arousal up a notch.
Haley subtly shifts beside him, attempting to press her legs together to calm the raging storm building within her. The surprise she had mentioned to her husband before leaving their hotel room makes itself known and Haley has to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Sensing his wife's arousal, Nathan moves his hand to rest on her lower back. His fingers slip beneath the material of her dress, tracing the flimsy material of the thong running between her cheeks. Haley gasps at the wicked sensation and imperceptibly pushes back against his fingers, encouraging his exploration.
The private dance between the two continues as random photographers continue to shout at them. Nathan's hand leaves her ass, drifting back to her hip, a picture of innocence painted across his handsome face.
"Haley! Nathan! Over here!" The journalists and photographers vying for their attention serve as only a slight distraction for Haley from the arousal coursing through her veins. Nathan's handsy nature is not helping matters…
"Haley! Haley, can we get some pictures of just you?"
Although she doesn't tour as much as she used to and only occasionally releases new music, preferring to stay behind the scenes as a writer and producer, she can still be a draw for the paparazzi. She glances at Nathan and he winks at her, taking her purse from her.
"Go on, Hales. I'll hold your purse for you."
Haley steps forward as Nathan hangs back. He takes a moment to admire her as she dazzles the photographers with her wide grin and carefree laugh.
Holy shit, his girl is gorgeous.
As Nathan is holding Haley's purse, he wonders how on earth she fits anything in the small bag. Knowing she usually keeps some gum or mints in her purse, he opens it, only to find her driver's license, a tube of lipstick, and… a slim remote? What the hel—it dawns on him what the remote is for, and as he surreptitiously slips the remote into his pocket, he grins.
Haley is in for the surprise of her life…
After more pictures and a joint interview on the red carpet, the duo makes their way into the theater with the rest of the crowd. Nathan is startled at how many people are there, but when one of the most popular NBA players in the game switches careers to become an actor and is premiering his first sure-fire summer blockbuster, he figures it's not all that surprising it's the hottest ticket in town.
He and Haley find a relatively empty section in the upper left corner of the theater, only a few guests scattered around them in the nearby rows. His plan to seduce Haley becomes that much easier once he discovers the arm rests between seats can be raised. They settle into their seats, Nathan quickly raising the arm rest so there is no barrier between him and Haley, and as Haley gets comfortable, she crosses her legs, her position and the slit in her dress exposing a large expanse of her creamy skin. Nathan's eyes widen and he gulps, his temperature spiking in the cool room. His left hand automatically comes to rest on Haley's right upper thigh as his body always craves to have some type of contact with hers. His fingers begin to trace light patterns on her flesh as they wait for the movie to start.
Haley shivers, partly due to the air conditioned room but largely due to her husband's hand on her thigh, his fingers dancing across her skin and coming dangerously close to her center. She fidgets in her seat as he continues to torment her.
"Nathan," she hisses in the relatively quiet room, not wanting to draw attention to them.
"What?" He asks, his tone innocent.
Rolling her eyes, she puts her hand on his, stopping its wandering. "Can you at least wait until the lights are out before you feel me up?"
He barks out a loud laugh, drawing the attention of the couple seated two rows ahead of them. Haley offers a pained smile and a murmured apology.
Nathan leans over to whisper in her ear. "So you do want me to feel you up?"
Haley turns her head to look at him, his blue eyes sparkling with equal parts mischief and lust. "Nathan, we are in a public place, surrounded by people in a crowded theater. Of course I want you to feel me up."
Nathan leans closer, his lips almost touching hers. "Baby, I have never loved you more than right now."
They settle back into their seats as the director stands up to make a short speech. Once she sits down, the lights dim, and the movie starts, Nathan's fun begins.
He keeps his hand still on his wife's thigh for several minutes. He knows the lack of movement is driving Haley insane.
Haley, for her part, is trying to maintain her cool, but with the pressure inside her, and Nathan's hand remaining still on her thigh, it's enough to drive her crazy. She again rests her hand on Nathan's and nudges it closer to her center as she uncrosses her legs. Her smart husband gets the hint and dips his fingers beneath the slit of her dress to rest on her panty-covered mound. He leaves his fingers there for long moments, driving Haley's arousal higher and higher.
"Nathan," she quietly whines, shifting in her seat to force movement, any movement, of his fingers.
"Hales, I'm trying to watch the movie," he admonishes, biting his inner cheek to keep from laughing at her obvious attempt to force some kind of response from him. His right hand sneaks into his pants pocket to confirm that his ace in the hole, the remote he sneaked from Haley's purse earlier, is still there.
Haley huffs her displeasure and decides to take action herself. She presses Nathan's fingers against herself, his body heat through the gossamer-thin panties stoking the fire in her blood. Even in the dark theater, it's fairly obvious what is happening, and a thrill runs through her at the possibility of being caught.
Nathan attempts to play coy, content with being manipulated by Haley, but when she moves his fingers underneath her panties and he touches her bare flesh, his control is shot. He begins to stroke and tease her, knowing exactly how to play his wife. It's a skill he has honed over nearly two decades. He tugs lightly at the wiry hair on her mound, and Haley hisses through clenched teeth at the small bite of pleasurepain. His fingers trace her lower lips, dipping in shallowly to circle her hole before retreating. Haley's hand soon joins his in exploration.
Breathing heavily, Haley tries to maintain her composure but Nathan's fingers teasing her make it nearly impossible. So focused on not directing attention their way, she fails to notice Nathan's right hand sneak into the pocket of his tuxedo pants and withdraw a small remote.
Nathan's thumb swipes across her clit and Haley's lower belly clenches. His teasing is driving her crazy, a quick thrust here, a gentle stroke there, a twist here… add the charged atmosphere of her husband fingering her in a crowded theater and she knows her release is not far off. She begins to slightly shift her hips in her seat, pressing herself against his exploring fingers while guiding them with her own.
"Oh Nathan," she murmurs lowly, thankful for the loud explosions on the screen in front of them. "Oh god."
She turns to bury her head in Nathan's shoulder to keep from screaming out loud when the smooth orb she had placed inside herself earlier suddenly turns on. Years ago, she and Nathan had gone on a sex toy mini-spree and purchased several items to use on the both of them. Haley's favorite was the small vibrating egg with a remote control that allowed her or Nathan to control the vibrations. Some of their most erotic encounters had involved Haley wearing the vibrating egg while out in public with Nathan and either Nathan or her using the remote, though they hadn't played with it in a while. As she was packing for their trip, she stumbled across the object and decided to pack it in her suitcase. Although she had told Nathan she was wearing it earlier, her plan had been to let Nathan turn it on in the limo on the drive back to the hotel so by the time they arrived in their room, she'd be putty in his hands.
But apparently Nathan somehow found the remote…
"Mmm, feel that, Hales?" Nathan whispers, his breath hot on her ear. "I know you do. I know what's inside you. I wish it was me but this will do. For now."
The steady humming of the egg inside her, Nathan whispering in her ear, and the steady torment of his fingers in her pussy leaves Haley shaking in her seat. She clenches her thighs together, trapping Nathan's hand against her, in an attempt to stave off her orgasm. The tension building in her subsides ever so slightly, and she takes a deep breath.
Watching his wife, Nathan knows she is trying to maintain control. When she clenches her thighs together, he smirks at the look of relief on her face. Time to crank it up a notch…
"Don't you want to come, Haley? Don't you want to come on my fingers? I know I do."
His voice is low and raspy, the desire for his wife painted on every word. He presses a button on the remote, sending the egg into a random pattern of increasing and decreasing vibrations. He remembered this setting as one that would usually push Haley over the edge.
"Mm, is it fast or slow now, babe? Tell me," he urges.
"Fa-fast," she breathes.
Nathan flicks his gaze to the rows surrounding them, confirming no one is paying them any attention. He begins to trail kisses down Haley's slim neck, punctuating each kiss with heated words whispered against her skin.
"You're so full right now, aren't you, Hales? But nothing like when my cock is inside you, fucking you and making you scream. Do you want my cock inside you? I wish I was fucking you right now, baby. Right here in this theater where anyone could see? Does that turn you on? Do you get off on thinking about getting caught?"
"Nathan," Haley moans, head thrashing against the seat. "Please…"
"Please what, Hales? What do you want?"
"I-I.. oh god, right there, I-I want to come," she whispers, her voice coated with lust. The pleasure coursing through her body overwhelms her senses so that all she can feel are the vibrations inside her, pushing her closer and closer to climax, and Nathan's fingers dancing across her pussy, dipping and twirling and pinching and thrusting and oh god she is so close she's going to come and Nathan's words shoot straight to her pussy and oh god oh god oh god…
She shatters into a million pieces, turning her head into Nathan's shoulder and biting the material of his jacket to muffle her moans. She shudders as a second, smaller orgasm washes over as Nathan continues to play with her before he finally turns off the vibrating egg. Sinking into her seat, she raises her head to find Nathan practically leering at her, the lust evident in his expression. She audibly groans when he removes his hand from her and brings his fingers to his mouth, making a show of licking them, and feels her arousal start to flicker once again.
Haley glances around the theater and thankfully notes that no one appears to be paying them any attention. She straightens her underwear and dress, making herself presentable while trying to ignore the flame starting to burn in her belly.
She sits in silence for several minutes, attempting to watch the movie. But all Haley can hear are the words Nathan whispered in her about wanting to fuck her and all she can think about is having her husband deep inside her. She tries to focus on the movie but it's impossible to do so when Nathan is sitting right beside her, his thigh pressed against hers, the cologne he splashed on earlier surrounding her, and her body is screaming at her to drag him to a dark corner and fuck him senseless.
Needing to take a moment to calm herself down, she grabs her purse and whispers to Nathan that she is going to the ladies' room. She quickly but carefully makes her way down the steps and out of the theater before looking around for the restroom. Finding it, she enters a stall, locking it behind her, and takes a deep breath.
"Alright, Haley. Pull yourself together," she tells herself. "Just stop thinking what you're thinking and you'll be fine. So who cares if Nathan is wearing a tux and all you want to do is rip it off of him? Get it together."
When she feels like she is back in control and after she extracts the sex toy, she exits the stall and steps to the counter, cleaning the egg and wrapping it in a paper towel before placing it her purse. She turns the water to cool and splashes a bit on her face.
"You cannot jump your husband in a crowded theater, okay?" She tells her reflection in the mirror. "Right?"
She takes another deep breath and turns to walk out of the bathroom. As she leaves, she finds Nathan waiting for her in the hall, a worried expression on his face, and her willpower just… vanishes.
"Babe, are you okay? You were gone for awhi—mmphf"
His words are interrupted by Haley grabbing his face and kissing him. His mouth slackens under hers and she takes advantage, darting her tongue in his mouth to battle with his. Nathan's hands automatically grip her waist and her hands become occupied with the back of his neck. His hands drift to cup her rear, squeezing the firm globes.
He pulls back, both taking the opportunity to catch their breath. "Hales—"
"Shut up, Nathan," Haley orders as she scans the hallway.
When she finds a dark corner partially hidden by large potted palms, she grabs Nathan's hand and drags him to the corner, dropping her purse beside them.
"What, Haley, what are you doing?" He protests as she presses his back against the wall.
"Nathan, I want you to fuck me," she orders before kissing his neck and sucking his pulse point hard. "If you're not in me in five seconds, I'm going to scream."
His eyes darken at her passionate words and he lifts her up, her legs automatically circling his hips, before he turns them so her back is against the wall. One arm is cupped under her bottom, holding her up, while his other hand scrambles to unzip his pants. Haley swats his hand away and reaches in his boxers to pull out his cock, stroking to bring him to full tumescence.
"All for me?" She grins as she runs her hand up and down his erection.
"Always," he answers. "Ha-Hales, you gotta stop. Wanna be in you, baby."
Haley lets go of his length and wraps her arms around his neck. She leans forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Fuck me hard, Nathan," she whispers against his mouth.
Nathan reaches under her dress, moving aside the front of her panties when he stops.
"Why did you stop?" Haley asks as she wiggles against him. "Naaaathan..."
"Haley, I don't want to… you know." He nods to their lower halves. "I mean, won't that hurt you?"
Haley stares at her husband in disbelief. "What are you talking about? Nathan, we've been having sex for nearly twenty years and now you think it's going to hurt?"
"Not that, Haley, I mean… you know… the egg," his voice drops to a whisper.
Haley throws her head back and laughs. "We're good there, I removed it in the bathroom."
"Oh," he says and gives her a sheepish grin.
Haley smack his ass. "Now get to fuc-oh god, Nathan," she moans when he slams into her mid-sentence, stretching her so deliciously full.
Nathan takes a deep breath in an attempt to control himself. Haley is so tight and wet and hot and it takes everything in him not to come immediately. He squeezes the base of his cock to ward off his release. His knees buckle slightly when Haley squeezes her inner muscles around his length.
"Holy shit," he mutters when she repeats the action.
"Naaaaaathan," she whines as she attempts to raise and lower herself on him. "Please…"
"Hang on, Hales," he warns her before he starts a hard and fast rhythm. He lowers his knees slightly and props one hand against the wall to get better leverage. He thrusts against her and Haley returns his fervor with urgency, wanting, needing more. She rests her upper back against the wall and grips his shoulders with her hands, allowing her to raise and lower to meet his thrusts.
"Oh god Nathan.."
"Jesus, Hales," he breathes out as he watches his wife fuck herself on his cock. "You're—holy shit…"
"Wanna come, baby?" She teases, her words punctuated by squeals when he hits a particularly sensitive spot deep inside.
Nathan frantically nods, too overwhelmed to speak. His climax is burning through him and when Haley raises up and slams back down then clenches her inner muscles just so and his control is hanging on by a thread and then Haley drops a hand to squeeze the base of his cock and goddamn she is so fucking good and he is lost in her so incredibly lost and then she lowers her hand to where they are joined and oh god she's thrumming her clit while he's fucking her and he's not going to last…
As Nathan continues his rapid thrusting, her orgasm is quickly approaching and she's balancing on a razor's edge and she clenches her inner muscles as her husband's cock fills her and oh god he's so deep inside her where he always needs to be and she needs to come goddamn does she need to come and Nathan is drilling her into the wall and it feels so good and she's close oh god she's close and she drops a hand to tease her clit and right there oh yes right there oh god she's coming…
Nathan slumps against her, pinning her to the wall and barely managing to keep them both upright. Shockwaves shudder through her when he shifts inside her, her nerves in overdrive.
She presses a kiss to his brow and holds him close when he tries to lower her to her feet. "No, stay for just a minute," she says.
Soon, however, Nathan slips out of Haley and lowers her to the ground before tucking himself back in his boxers and zipping his pants. Haley makes herself presentable, smoothing down her hair and straightening her underwear and dress. Nathan's shirt is disheveled from their romp and Haley helps him straighten it, smoothing out the wrinkles.
"Well, I don't think we look like—"
"We just fucked each other's brains out?" Nathan finishes with a smirk.
She smacks his chest but her corresponding grin belies the admonishment. "C'mon handsome, let's go back to the hotel," she says as she bends down to get her purse from the ground.
As they prepare to leave the dim corner, Haley stops short when she hears two voices.
"Holy shit, I think that's Nathan Scott."
"No fucking way, man," the other voice says.
"Oh my god, Nathan! Someone saw us!" Haley shrieks in embarrassment, mortified that someone may have seen their earlier actions.
"Well, if they didn't know if was me before, they certainly do now, Hales," Nathan says dryly.
Haley peeks around one of the potted palms to see two older teenage boys pointing to her and Nathan. Oh god….
No, this is definitely not how she envisioned her night ending…
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