Love At First Hate (Love At Firsts Book 2)(77)

Nate isn’t far behind me and comes in a long groan as he empties himself into the condom.

He rests his forehead against mine, lazily thrusting in me as we both come down from our orgasm.

We stay silent for a couple of minutes until we both start to soften up. Nate pulls out and gets rid of the condom before getting a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean my stomach and my ass. He takes care of me before taking care of himself and comes back to bed.

We lie down, facing each other. He smiles shyly at me.

“How was it?” he asks nervously.

“Amazing.” I smile at him.

“Really?” he sounds surprised.

“Yes, it really was. I don’t think I’ve ever had that much pleasure or came that hard in my life.” I chuckle.

“I’m glad I could do that for you.” He kisses my chest.

“Me too, baby. It really was amazing. Did you enjoy it, though?”

“I did, a lot. I’m just glad I didn’t hurt you or put you off of it.”

“Meaning? You want to do it again?”

“And again, and again.” He chuckles.

“I’m glad you do.” I kiss him deeply.

We make out for a long time before settling in for the night.

This was the best birthday I could ever ask for. Hell, the best birthday anybody could ask for.

Nothing could possibly ruin this.





The sound of the alarm resonates through my head. I groan as I have a pounding headache. Drinking so much last night was a really bad idea. I’m not much of a drinker so whenever I overdo it, I’m paying for it, and today is one of those days.

“Where are you, you son of a bitch?” I pat the nightstand in search for my phone but can’t find it. I sigh in relief when it stops. “Sorry about that, I guess I didn’t turn off my alarm.”

“That’s not your alarm, babe, someone is trying to reach you.” Matt yawns stretching in bed and wraps his arms around me as he rolls to his side.

“I don’t want to deal with people today.” I frown.

“Someone isn’t dealing well with hangovers.” Matt chuckles.

“Not one bit. I hate them,” I groan and wrap my arms around him just as my phone starts to ring again.

“I’ll get it. I think it’s still in your pants.” Matt kisses my forehead and gets up retrieving my phone. “Looks like Mina is trying to join you.”

“What day is it?” I yawn rubbing my eyes.

“Saturday. Do you have work?” Matt asks handing me my phone.

“Fuck!” I bellow.

“What?” He hands me a glass of water he got from the bathroom and two Advil’s.

“I have a back piece to work on today. I completely forgot.”

“Did you at least make the drawing?” Matt sounds amused, and it’s anything but funny.

“Yeah, it’s done and approved. I just have to tattoo it. I completely forgot, or I wouldn’t have had so much to drink last night.” I sigh sitting up and take the two pills.

“You’ll be alright. Go get showered. I’ll go make you some breakfast and much-needed coffee. I’ll call Mina and tell her that you’ll be a little late. I’ll take the blame.” He kisses me after I’ve downed the glass of water.

“You’re amazing. You know that?” I kiss him back, and he helps me up.

“I know. I’m the shit!” He laughs and helps me to the shower. I don’t have any time to spare so I’m grateful for his help.

I take a quick shower, hoping it’ll help me wake up somehow, but it does not really have much effect. Let’s hope that a good amount of coffee will or someone will have a tattoo done by a five-year-old. Not that I would tattoo if my focus isn’t on the tattoo. It wouldn’t be fair for anybody, and my reputation would take a hit. I’ll still go in and see how I feel once I’m there. If I can’t perform, hopefully, the client won’t be mad at me.

I’m just getting done putting my prosthetic on and getting dressed when I hear some noise coming from downstairs. People are shouting, but I can’t make out what’s being said. I don’t have time to pay attention to that so I just grab my bag, my phone charger, and my phone and make my way downstairs.

The voices are getting louder the closer I get to the front door. What I see is a vision of my very own nightmare.

Matt is standing by the door, wearing nothing but his sweatpants, and Robert is on the other side, yelling insults at Matt. Now I know where the shouting came from. I groan and make my way to the door.

“There you are, you little fa-”

“I’ll stop you right there. You will not come to my house and start insulting Nate. I don’t know what you think he’s ever done to you, but I’m not going to let this happen. I know all about you and your dirty little secrets. You are one hell of an * thinking you can just try to rule people’s lives and put them through what you were put through because you had to prove to your ‘friends’ that you were the man.

“Being gay isn’t a disease. It’s not something you can just stop being one day because you think it’s immoral or whatever you think it is. I know you’re gay, as does Nate and your entire family. Because your father beat you up about it, didn’t mean you had to do the same to Nate!” Matt yells at Robert, and I stand there, watching the scene unfold because there’s nothing I can do or say that’ll change anything.