“What’s got you all sad, sweet thing?”
I looked up to see Nash settling onto the stool next to me. We were sitting at the club bar which was starting to fill up. Friday nights were usually busy here. I smiled at him and answered, “My best friend was supposed to be visiting for the weekend, but can’t come now.”
“Ah, I see. You wanna hang out with me instead?” he winked at me, “There’s cock in it for you if you want.”
I shoved him hard enough that he had to balance himself to stay on the stool, but we were both laughing while I did it. “Oh my god! You never stop, do you?” I said.
“What can I say... you inspire me,” he grinned.
“Tell me, Nash, why don’t you have a girlfriend? You’re a good looking guy and you’re fun, and I’ve seen the way the ladies are all over you.”
He shrugged, “I don’t need the hassle that would bring, sweetheart. Not when all I want is a bit of pussy, and like you said, that’s easy enough to get whenever I want it.”
“How old are you, Nash?”
“Thirty-five. Why?”
“Do you want kids? Maybe a wife one day?”
“Fuck, no!” he was emphatic.
I couldn’t hide my surprise. “Really?”
“The world’s got enough fucked up people in it. I don’t need to add to that, and as far as a wife goes, I don’t want to be tied down to anything or anyone,” he answered me, the joking tone of the conversation replaced with total seriousness.
I cocked my head, “But you are tied to Storm, aren’t you?”
“Sure am, and that’s the only family I’ll ever be tied to,” he said, with absolute certainty.
I didn’t get his decision, but there was no point pursuing it because who was I to tell him what to want, so I simply said, “Fair enough. It’s your life.”
He flashed his cheeky grin at me again, all seriousness gone. “You and J talking babies yet?”
I whacked him again. “God, no!”
He pretended to shield himself from me. “Settle down, darlin’, I’m just teasing you.”
Of course it was at this point, when Nash and I were mucking about and smacking each other that J should walk into the room. I saw him stalking towards us. I took in the shitty look on his face, and instantly pulled away from Nash. It was an instinctual move; probably the right one given J’s current mood.
“Nash,” he growled when he got to us, “Keep your fucking hands off Madison.”
Nash stood up and stepped into J’s space so they were head to head. His grin and laughing eyes had been replaced with a menacing glare as he said, “I didn’t have my fuckin’ hands on her.”
Oh, god. That was my cue to leave these two alone. “I’ll be back soon,” I said, but neither of them really acknowledged me. Shaking my head I walked in the direction of the ladies room, hoping that they had sorted their issues out by the time I came back.
When I returned ten minutes later, Nash was gone, and J was downing a beer. He didn’t drink often so he must have had a bad day. As I reached him, I settled my hand on his lower back and asked, “Did you rip his head off?”
He turned to me, annoyance in his eyes, “I don’t like the way he flirts with you.”
“He’s harmless and he knows where I stand.”
“Well, I don’t think he’ll bother you again. I’ve sorted that out now,” he grunted.
“Mmm, I’m sure you have,” I mused.
“Did you get hold of Serena?” he changed the subject which was probably a good idea. I think we were in unsafe territory talking about Nash.
“Yeah, she’s not coming. She can’t get out of work.”
“Sorry, babe. Looks like you’re stuck with me for the weekend,” he said, a wicked look crossing his face. “Can’t be a bad thing. I’m sure we’ll think of things to pass the time.”
I moved closer to him and moved my hand down to his ass. “Promise?” I asked.
He leant towards me, and brushed my lips with his, grinning at me afterwards, “Absolutely. Now, let’s get you home. I need to get inside you.”
Chapter 20
Madison
I rolled off J, and laid on my back, arms sprawled and huge grin plastered on my face. “Fuck, anytime you want to do that again, just let me know.”
He shifted onto his side so that he was facing me and smiled, “I want to do that to you all the fucking time, baby.”
I eyed him, “Well, you’ll have to wait for a bit because we have shopping to do this morning.”
He shook his head and looked pained. “You might have shopping to do, babe, but I sure as shit don’t.”
“Yes, you do. You’re coming with me, to help me find new clothes,” I informed him.
It was Saturday morning, and we had enjoyed a lazy sleep in and fantastic wake up sex, and now, J had to man up and come shopping with me.
“I think you can find clothes all by yourself,” he muttered, as he got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.
Just before he closed the door, I yelled out, “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll get some really short dresses and tight skirts.”
He didn’t reply but five minutes later when he emerged, he muttered, “Get up, babe. We’ve got shopping to do.”
I smiled to myself. He was so easy to manipulate sometimes.
We got ready and were out the door an hour later, J grumbling that it had taken me so long to get ready. “I’m not sure why it takes you so long, babe.”
I pointed at my face and my hair. “Do you think women just wake up looking this good?” I asked him.
“You looked good to me an hour ago, before you put all that shit on your face,” he said, opening the car door for me and helping me in.
I smiled at him as he shut the door, and waited for him to come around the car and get in, before saying, “Sometimes you say the sweetest things.”
“So, how long does shopping take? Tell me it’s quick,” he almost begged.
I laughed. “You’ll be home for dinner,” I promised, with a teasing wink.
He rolled his eyes and muttered, “Fuck.”
Three hours later, I had purchased an entire new wardrobe, and J had reached the end of his patience. I was surprised and impressed that he had lasted this long. The morning had started out fun with him enjoying some private little shows as I tried on numerous outfits. This had almost ended in us screwing in one of the dressing rooms, but the sales assistant had put a stop to that and asked us to leave. J hadn’t been impressed with her and had told her exactly what he thought of her, and her uptight pussy. She had threatened to call the police so I dragged him out of there before the situation got completely out of hand.
We had visited a stack of stores in between then and now, and J was insistent that this was the last one. I had just tried on a dress that I knew I had to have, and J was leaning against the changing room door watching me. Stepping out of the dress, I handed it to him and said, “This one’s a definite.”
He took it and eyed my body, clad only in bra and knickers. “Babe, that’s the last one. You’re driving me crazy here. Three hours of watching you get in and out of dresses, and my dick is having a fit.” He stepped closer to me and wrapped his hands around my ass, pulling me into him so that I could feel his erection. Dipping his head, he stole my mouth in a kiss. Hard and passionate, the kiss hit me in my core and I moaned with pleasure. He deepened the kiss, and reached one hand into my knickers to touch my clit, slowly circling it. “You want me to fuck you with my finger or my dick?” his voice was low and rough.
“What do you think, baby?” I responded. As if there was any choice between the two.