Revive (Storm MC #3) (13 page)

“I will,” I promised, and then added, “It was so nice to meet you.”

“It was great to meet you too, Velvet,” she agreed, and then looking at Nash, she said, “You need to bring Velvet for dinner on Sunday night if she’s free.”

Because I had made the decision to follow Linda’s request and not let Nash push me out of his life, I chimed in, “I’m free.”

That made her ecstatic and she clapped her hands together again.  “Good, it’s settled.  I look forward to seeing you on Sunday.”

Nash looked like he’d just been ambushed.  The best course of action was probably to keep him moving, so I pushed him towards his bike.  “Time to go, I need to get my shopping done.”

As we walked away from his mother, he muttered, “I’ve just been played by you and my mother, haven’t I?”

I smiled sweetly.  “Your mother seems too nice to do something like that.”

“None of the women in my life are too nice to do something like that, you included.”   Warmth settled in my stomach at his words, and I laughed at what he’d said.  “Something tells me I’m going to love your family.”

“God fuckin’ help me.”

Can’t Stand The Rain ~ Lady Antebellum

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N
ash 

I pulled up outside Velvet’s house and killed the engine of her car.  I’d fixed it, and it’d been the first time in ages that I’d enjoyed working on a car.  Now, I was returning it and hoping she had the time to drive me back to my house.  Eyeing her driveway, I realised she might not because she had a visitor.  Someone who drove a very expensive car.

A couple of minutes later, I knocked on her front door.  I could hear shouting coming from inside; a male was yelling at Velvet.  Without hesitation, I pushed the door open and stalked towards the voices.  I found Velvet and a guy I’d never laid eyes on before in her kitchen.  The suit he wore screamed money and I wondered who the hell he was.  Regardless of who he was though, I didn’t like the way he was treating Velvet. 

She was rattled, I could tell that straight away.  When she looked at me with eyes that begged me to help her, I didn’t hesitate.  “What the fuck’s going on here?” I demanded while moving in between them, putting Velvet behind me.

The guy glared at me.  “This is none of your business so I suggest you leave us to it.”  He looked me up and down with a ‘you’re a piece of worthless shit’ look.

“Not fuckin’ likely,” I growled. 

“Velvet, kindly tell your friend that we’re just concluding a business deal and that there’s no need for his help.”

“No need, Velvet.  But what you can tell me is who the hell he is to you.” 

She moved so that she was standing next to me.  I didn’t fail to notice that she positioned herself right next to me so that our bodies were touching; she didn’t feel safe with this dickhead.  “James is my ex-husband.”  She supplied the information I was after.

Shit.  I wouldn’t have picked that; they seemed so different.  “You do business deals with all your ex-wives?” I asked him.

“Just the ones who are a little unpredictable.”

I’d heard enough.  Turning to Velvet, I asked, “What do you want to happen here, babe?  You want to finish your discussion with me present or do you want him to leave?”

“I want him to leave.”  It was almost like she was begging me to get rid of him the way she said it; damn, he’d really shaken her up.

I nodded, and then directed at him, “You heard the lady.”

He was fuming; his face was a wild mess of anger, and I didn’t want to think about what had gone on between these two during their marriage.  I could see what kind of man he was just from five minutes with him.  “This isn’t finished, Velvet.  Not by a long shot.  I want that agreement signed and I want it signed in the next week.”

I stepped closer to him, and snarled, “That’ll be the last time you threaten Velvet.  You come near her again and you’ll have me to deal with, and that’s the last fuckin’ thing you want.  We clear?”

He played a good game but I didn’t miss the flicker of hesitation before he said, “You have no idea who you’re dealing with here.  Your threats mean nothing to me.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck who I’m dealing with here.  All I care about is Velvet, and I’d suggest you take in what I just told you.  I don’t fuck around and I don’t think twice before I look after those who are mine.”

He gave Velvet one last menacing look and then he took my advice and left.  I watched him go and after I heard the front door slam shut, I gave my attention back to Velvet.  She looked like she was about to break down so I pulled her to me and wrapped her in my arms.  A moment later, her body shuddered and she began sobbing.  Christ, I’d never seen her like this.  Velvet was a tough bitch; nothing ever seemed to get to her, and she didn’t take shit from anyone.

I smoothed my hand over her hair and held her tight, letting her get it out.  Eventually, she let me go and wiped the tears off her face.  “I’m sorry,” she stuttered.

“Fuck, you’ve got nothing to be sorry about, sweet thing.”

“I’m sorry you got dragged into this.”

“I’m not.”

“Well you might be once I tell you who he is and what he’s capable of.”

“Nope.  Like I said to him, I don’t give a shit who he is.”

“Nash, James has family high up in politics and can make your life hell with the connections he has.  He really isn’t someone you want on your wrong side.”

“Babe, do I strike you as a man who is scared of anyone?”

She took a moment to think about it and then blessed me with a beautiful smile.  “No, you don’t.”

I nodded.  “Exactly.  And I certainly don’t let motherfuckers like him scare me.  I don’t want you worrying about him anymore; you let me do the worrying.”

Her shoulders sagged, and she took a long breath.  Then she hit me with a piercing look; one that I knew meant something important was coming.  “Nash, what’s with the turn around in attitude towards me.  Until two days ago, you didn’t want anything to do with me, and now you’re offering to take on my problems.”

Moment of truth.  “Madison sorted me out.”

“What does that mean?”

Fuck, I hated talking about this shit.  But she wasn’t the kind of woman to let it go.  “I talked to Madison about you; about us, and how badly I treated you.  She told me to get my shit together and apologise to you.  Seems to be something I’m doing a lot of lately.”

“You told Madison we slept together?”

“Yes, and that I fucked it all up by being a bastard to you when I couldn’t work out what the hell to do with our friendship after it.”

She fell silent so I continued.  “Velvet, I don’t have a lot of friends like you.  It was uncomplicated before we had sex and then it just felt all screwed up.  Do you know where I’m coming from with this?”

“Yeah, I felt it too, Nash.  But I was happy to forget the sex and just stay friends.”

I blew out a long breath and went with complete honesty.  “I don’t know how to do that when all I can think about now is fucking you again.”

Her eyes widened.  “Yeah, but you think the same thing about all women.  You want to have sex with every woman you meet.”

“Not like this; this is something new for me, and I don’t know what to do with it.”  My skin itched with irritation at every word I was uttering; laying yourself out like this was hard to do.

She ran her fingers through her hair and bit her lip.  She seemed confused with the whole thing and I didn’t blame her; I’d been giving her mixed signals for weeks now.  “I’m not sure where you’re going with this so I don’t really know what to say.”

“What do you want between us, Velvet?”

“I want what we had before we slept together.” 

Maybe I’d left it too long to apologise, but I figured friends was a good place to start from again.  “I want that too.”

“Good.”  She smiled but it was forced and I wondered what she was hiding behind it.

“Now that we’ve got that sorted, tell me what the hell is going on with your ex.”

“James is going into politics and wants to pay me to keep my mouth shut if journalists ever come digging for dirt on him.  I’ll never talk to them but I don’t need to be paid to do that.  He doesn’t believe me and is trying to force me into taking the money.”

“You never fail to surprise me, Velvet.”

“Why’s that?”

“There’s so much good inside you but you don’t show it often.  If people took the time, they’d see it but most people don’t fuckin’ bother to take the time.  They skim the surface of a person and judge the outside layer.  I see it in you but every now and then you surprise me with more.”

It wasn’t often I saw Velvet speechless but she was now.  I let her take that in, and then continued, “So he wants you to agree to this within the next week?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll fuckin’ see about that.  Don’t contact him, okay?  Leave it with me.”

“Okay, but I’m not sure what you can do about it.”

She was still uneasy about this, so to put her at ease, I tried to lighten the mood.  Grinning at her, I said, “Most women think my talents lie with my mouth and hands, but I’ll share a secret with you; my mind is where it’s all at, sweet thing.”  I tapped my head.  “It’s a dangerous place up here, and your ex won’t know what hit him once I’ve dealt with him.”

It did the trick and she laughed at me.  “I believe you when you say it’s a dangerous place up there.  I’d like to know what the hell goes on in that mind of yours.”

Still grinning, I replied, “That makes two of us.”

Collide ~ Kid Rock & Sheryl Crow

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elvet

After a busy night at work, I sank down into the chair next to Nash and put my feet up on the table in front of us.  Smiling at him, I laid my head back, closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“Long night?” he asked.

Cracking an eye open to look at him, I said, “You’ve no idea.  Assholes were out in full force tonight.  Thank God it’s Friday; I need two days off.”

He scowled.  “You should have come and got me to deal with the assholes.”

“Nash, I can’t rely on you to take care of all the dickheads in my life.”

“I’d be fuckin’ happy to, babe.”

I laughed.  “Oh, I’m sure you would love to get those fists out and deal with them all that way.”

He grinned.  “You know me too well, sweet thing.”

“There’s a lot I don’t know about you, but I do know two things; you like to get your fists and your cock out at every chance.”

He’d just had some of his drink and he almost choked on it at my words.  “Fuck, Velvet, you’ve got a dirty mouth sometimes.”

“And is that a problem for you, King of the Dirty?”

His eyes blazed with heat.  “No, it’s not a fuckin’ problem, but damn woman, you have no idea what it does to a man when words like that come out of your pretty little mouth.”

My body sizzled with lust.  Ever since we’d cleared the air the other day, Nash had gone back to his flirty ways, and I felt like I would explode from the desire he stirred in me.  I leant closer to him, and whispered, “It probably does to you what your words do to me, Nash.”

He growled, “Christ, Velvet, don’t say shit like that unless you’re willing to go there again.”

I licked my lips.  “Maybe I am.  Maybe you just need to ask.”

“You two look cozy.”  We were interrupted by J, and Nash shot him a foul look.

“What’s up?” Nash asked, his voice and body language clear with his desire for J to hurry up and get the hell out of here.

J raised his brows.  “That’s a nice fucking way to be greeted after I’ve been away for awhile.”

“We’re kinda in the middle of something, asshole.”

J smirked.  “So I see.”

I stepped in.  “J, cut to the chase and tell him what you want.  I need Nash to take care of something for me.”

Nash swung his head to face me.  His eyes were glazed with desire, and he muttered, “Fuckin’ hell, woman.  I’ll take that as a yes.” 

J laughed.  “I actually don’t want anything; I was just stopping by to say hi before I went home.”

Nash stood up, pulling me with him.  “Good to see you, man.  Say hello to Madison for me.”

J saluted him.  “Will do.”  Flashing me a grin, he murmured, “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into there, babe.”

“I do this time,” I said before being pulled by Nash in his haste to leave.  I stumbled a little before righting myself and hurrying to keep up with him.  “Nash, where are we going?”

He didn’t stop, just kept going in the direction of the front door.  “I’m taking you home, and I’m going to convince you that my cock is the best damn cock in the world.”

I pulled on his hand to slow him down.  He stopped and turned back to face me.  “I already know your cock is the best damn cock in the world.”

“Well then, I’m going to introduce you to more of it’s talents, babe.”

“Sorry to slow you down, but I need to get my bag from out back before we go.”

“Shit,” he grumbled.  Motioning towards the staff room, he said, “Let’s hurry this shit up then.”

Laughing at him, I turned back around and made my way out to the staff room.  He followed, his hand glued to my waist.  I loved the feel of Nash’s hands on me.

As I opened my locker to retrieve my bag, Nash pushed himself up against me.  His hands slid around my waist and made their way up my stomach and to my breasts.  “I fuckin’ love your tits,” he whispered in my ear. 

Heat shot through me and I moaned.  I placed one of my hands over his and held it in place on my boob.  “I love your hands on my tits.”

He ground himself into my ass, and his free hand moved down to the bottom of my dress.  He pulled it up and slid his hand into my panties.  I moaned again as his fingers worked their magic on my clit.  His other hand continued to knead my breast, tweaking my nipple.  When his finger entered me, my body jerked with pleasure and he murmured, “Fuck, you’re so wet, sweet thing.”

I laid my head back on his shoulder and said, “It’s what you do to me.”

He hissed with desire, and removed his hands from my body.  Slapping me on the ass, he said, “Get your shit, babe, I’m taking you home to fuck you.”

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N
ash got me back to his place in record time.  As he went to switch his bike off, I whispered in his ear, “Don’t turn it off.  I want you to fuck me on it.”  I stood and swung myself around to sit in front of him, facing him.