Song for this chapter : Nymph - Brooke Candy

"Fuck," I grumbled while messing around with the buttons of the camera. "I thought this fucking shit was going to be easy."

"So vulgar," Nate sighed, putting his menu town on the table. "Stop fidgeting with that damn thing and figure out what you want to eat."

"I already know what I want."

"How could you possibly know when you haven't even looked at the menu yet you fucking gremlin," Nate griped.

"Very funny, Jackass. I just want chicken strips and fries."

"I take you to a fancy restaurant and you are going to order from the kid's menu," Nate rolled his eyes, bringing his cup of coffee up to his lips. I watched the way his lips pressed to the ceramic and I mentally scolded myself for being such a sex addict. How could everything he does possibly turn me on so fucking bad?

"Well, you wanted to have a baby, surprise it's me," I scrunched up my nose, and grinned widely as he choked on his drink and look at me with taunting eyes.

"Brat," Nate scolded, reaching across the table and taking the camera out of my hands. My lips parted into an 'o' shape as I watched him unbutton the top of his jeans and pull his semi-hard cock right out of his pants. I tried to reach out to grab the camera from his grasp before he could do what he planned on doing, but it was already too late for that. The camera clicked and there was most definitely now a picture of Nate's cock on a camera that belonged to a public school.

I pulled the camera out of his hands and sunk back into my seat as my cheeks burned in embarrassment. I can not believe he did that, and now I was suddenly very thankful that we were a booth in the very back. Nate quickly put himself back into his jeans, and just as he buttoned the top of his jeans. The blond-haired waiter was standing in front of the table with a pad and pen in his hands.

"What can I get for you lovely couple today," The boy spoke cheerfully.

"I'll take the steak and egg special, and another top up on my coffee," Nate plainly, holding up his menu for the guy to take.

"And for you miss?" The waiter questioned?

I looked up at the waiter slowly, my cheeks still burning at the possibility that he could have seen everything that just happened. I was so ready to just kick Nate right underneath the table.

"Uhm," I stuttered, "French fries and chicken please."

"What kind of chicken?" The waiter smiled again. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was enjoying me being a bumbling idiot. I stared up at him for a long moment. Fuck why the hell was I so goddamn flustered. His blue eyes glistened in the orange light that was radiating from the setting sun. He was cute, but that was something that would only be kept within me and my thoughts. Or so I thought.

"Chicken Strips please," I answered back quickly looking back down at my lap, where the camera was sitting.

"Of course, I will be right back out with your meal."

I let out a sigh as I looked back at the camera screen again were the picture of Nate's cock was very present. Even when his cock wasn't hard it was still such a wonderful sight. I focused on where the delete button was telling me to press, I pressed the little trashcan and confirmed that I wanted it deleted. I wouldn't have minded keeping the photo but I was about to let the school see that on my camera. I looked back up at Nate with a smile of triumph. But his facial expression was nothing short of dark and sinister.

"What's wrong?" I questioned, tilting my head to the side slightly in curiosity.

"Could you have acted like any more of a whore in front of the waiter? Was he just that hot that you had to act like a complete idiot," Nate growled lowly, his jaw clenched and unclenched.

"What the fuck?" I griped, "I was flustered because you took a picture of your dick asshole."

"If I didn't have a reputation in this town. I would bend you over the table and fuck you right here to show everyone that you are mine," Nate spoke in a possessive tone, his jealous side was showing, and honestly I wasn't complaining.

"Would you really do something like that?" I questioned with wide eyes.

"I would do so much worse to prove to everyone that you are mine."

I bite down on my bottom lip to stop the moan that wanted to escape, as I squeezed my thighs together tightly, the pressure was building at my core and I could feel the wetness dripping between my thighs. This wasn't good. I haven't been this turned on in so long.

"Does it turn you on that much?" Nate questioned curiously, his eyes lingered on my body. I didn't care that we were in a public setting. I needed to feel the release. My hand instinctively moved towards my thighs. Even the simple touch of my fingers was enough to almost reach me to the top of my climax, what the hell was going on with me.

"What else would you do to prove that I'm yours," I cooed softly, leaning my head back against the booth seat. "What would you do if I touched him?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? If you even so much as put a hand on him I would fucking kill him and you would be begging for me to forgive you," Nate growled out lowly, a bright fire flickered in his eyes. I could tell it was taking everything in him to stay still in his seat.

"Oh god," I moaned, mashing my lips together. This wasn't like me, well this was like me, but really right now in the middle of a restaurant.

I explored myself more, rubbing my aching parts through my leggings. I wanted more though. I wanted to be on my knees begging for Nate to forgive me while his hands were wrapped tightly around my throat. I wanted his abuse so desperately that it was driving me fucking mental right now.

"You're fucking crazy," Nate spoke calmly, a smirk curved at his lips.

I could feel myself come undone and I moved my hands away from my lap quickly. I bite down on my lip, letting the feeling warm my insides. My heart was racing and I could feel the flustered look that was on my face. I sat for a few moments, indulging in the wonderful feelings I was experiencing. The waiter appeared with the kettle of coffee and filled up both of our cups before scurrying off to another table.

Nate brought the cup up to his lips and gulped down the contents of the cup. I couldn't help but wonder what he could have been thinking at this moment. I could only imagine it would go something along the lines that he was so proud of his little psycho.

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Nate is just sitting here like oh god. This is why we can't leave the damn house. I'm gonna need like ten more cups of coffee to deal with her today.

Okay, so I have decided that I am going to start updating every single Thursday, to help keep me in a routine of updating, and that way I can chisel away at chapters whenever I feel like it. And If I post more in a week that will just be a bonus. Thank you so much for being so understanding and supporting me.

Ya'll just love/hate that sidewalk scene so much that I think I need a lot more inappropriate public moments.