Revive (Storm MC #3) (8 page)

That was it.  I was done with waiting.  Pushing my jeans down, I kicked them to the side at the same time as I ripped her bra off.  I grabbed her and pulled her close.  “You’ve got a dirty fuckin’ mouth woman, and it’s turning me the hell on.  Between it and your cunt, I’m a dead man because I think you’re gonna kill me tonight.”

I lifted her and she wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to the bed.  Depositing her where I wanted her, I took one last look at her body before I knelt on the bed and positioned myself over her.

“You ready?” I growled.

Her wild eyes gave me the green light, and her hands pushed my ass closer to her.  Nodding, I reached over to the bedside table, grabbed a condom and sat back so I could roll it on.  Even though I was way past ready to get inside her, I did this slowly to tease her.  It worked a fucking treat too.  She moaned and muttered, “Hurry the hell up, Nash.  I want that cock in me.”

I grinned, and leant forward to kiss her.  “Good, because that’s exactly what you’re about to have, sweet thing.”

Holding myself over her, I thrust hard and fast, filling her sweet pussy completely.  She screamed out my name, and I withdrew and thrust again.  Holy, fucking sweet heaven; Velvet felt so good around me.  I thrust one more time and savoured being inside her for a moment before pulling out and sitting back on my knees.

Craving deeper penetration, I kneeled and pulled her legs up and spread them so they rested on my arms just below my shoulders.  Leaning forward between her legs, I thrust back in and out, setting a new rhythm.  Our eyes locked and I fucked her deep and dirty, just the way I liked it.

“Nash!” she screamed again, and it was so loud that I bet I’d made good on her belief I could make her scream the loudest she ever had.  Her pussy clenched around my dick and I struggled not to come; I wanted to get her off at the same time.

“You close?” I grunted.

“Yeah,” she managed to get out in between moans, and then she came.  Her orgasm shattered around me and, fuck, it felt amazing.  My dick was rock hard and began to throb as my heart started pounding in my chest.  Her wet pussy kept contracting around me and I was sure I glimpsed nirvana, as a lightning bolt lit up my brain with the kind of pleasure a man only dreams of.

Euphoria hit me and I came hard.  Long and fucking hard.  The space around me blurred as I lost focus, lost sound, lost taste.  I was drunk on her and grappled to get back to her.  I needed to see her; I craved a taste of her.  But I was lost in the orgasm and the sensations spreading throughout my body. 

Finally, I came to and opened my eyes.  Her head was turned to the side and her eyes were closed, a look of happiness on her face.  She must have sensed me watching her, she turned to look at me and smiled.

We didn’t say anything for a moment, just enjoyed the moment in silence.  Then, she purred, “You sent me to heaven, Nash.  Everything I’ve heard about you was true.” 

My mind was in overdrive; the new, crazy thoughts running through it pummelled me with their ferocity. 

Velvet.

I wanted her.

Again.

Already.

Fuck, I’d hardly finished with this orgasm, and I already wanted more.

Before I could say anything, her eyes closed and I knew she was almost asleep.  I gently pulled out of her and moved so I could lay her legs on the bed before getting up and dealing with the condom.  She moaned softly as I left the bed, but she didn’t open her eyes.  I watched her for a moment before heading into the bathroom.

Christ, what the fuck had we done? 

I disposed of the condom and eyed myself in the mirror.  What an idiot I’d been to think that one night with Velvet would be enough.  And what the hell was she going to say when she woke up with a hangover and a bad case of regret in the morning?

Fuck
.

Mr Brightside ~ The Killers

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V
elvet

My mouth was dry and my head ached.  I opened my eyes and groaned in pain as the light hit me.  My hand flew to my head; the pain was excruciating.

I hadn’t had a hangover in a long time, and it came back to me in a rush why I didn't drink to extremes anymore.  I slowly sat up and cursed myself as the nausea hit me in waves.  Shit, I was going to vomit.  I lurched out of the bed, and it was at that moment that I realised I wasn’t in my own bed. 

I was at Nash’s house and I didn’t know where the bathroom was.  Didn’t matter; I’d find it.

Five minutes later I’d found the bathroom and emptied my stomach of it’s contents.  I dragged myself back to the bed and laid down.  The energy it took to vomit wiped me out and sleep claimed me again.

***

W
hen I came to, I still felt awful but at least the nausea was gone.  As I slowly sat up, I assessed my surroundings.  Nash’s bedroom was painted in a hushed grey; very masculine.  There was no clutter in here, just the bed, bedside tables and a wood chest of drawers.  He had one painting on the wall above the bed; some abstract swirl of reds, oranges and black.  It didn’t make any sense to me, but then again, I figured art was subjective and it must have meant something to him.

As I examined his room, I wondered where he was.  The house was silent and I briefly considered that he actually wasn’t here.  My heart sank at that thought.  And then I wondered where the hell that thought had come from.

Shit
.

It had just been sex for goodness sake.  I may have been drunk, but I vaguely remembered him hesitating to sleep with me, and I also remembered that I’d forced him into it.  Well, to say I forced him might have been exaggerating a little; Nash never needed forcing into sex.  But what the hell did it mean for our friendship now?  If he wasn’t here, did it mean he was avoiding me?  And why was I upset at the thought that he wasn’t here?

Shit.

I pushed the bedspread back, got out of bed and went in search of him.  As I padded through the house, I smiled at the simplicity of his surroundings.  I liked simplicity and little clutter too.  He had the bare basics with only a tiny amount of decoration, and his walls were painted white.  I loved the cleanliness of white.  I also loved the few plants I saw scattered through his house.  It all surprised me.

Nash wasn’t here.  I looked through the whole house and didn’t find him.  But I did find a note on the kitchen bench that told me to make myself at home and that he’d gone into work.  My heart warmed a little at that but it was still heavy with the worry that he was dodging me. 

Deciding that I actually wanted to get the hell out of here, I made my way back to the bedroom and got dressed.  Christ, I hadn’t made the walk of shame in a long time having given up one night stands awhile ago.  I called a cab and waited for them to take me away from the scene of what I hoped wouldn’t be the end of my friendship with Nash.

***

I
stepped out of the shower.  My body was clean but the regret still clung to my soul.  Why had I been so dumb to sleep with Nash and think it wouldn’t affect our friendship.  The friendship we’d just patched back together.

I’d texted him just after I left his house to let him know I was gone.  That was an hour ago and I still hadn’t heard back from him.  I didn’t expect much, but I at least expected a reply.

Sighing, I got dressed for work.  I had to be there in a couple of hours, but first I was going for a coffee with my sister.  She’d just broken up with her boyfriend of five years and was struggling to deal with it, so I was making the effort to be there for her.  We hadn’t always been close but we were now after a lot of hard work on both our behalf’s, and I was dedicated to nurturing that relationship.

I checked my phone again as I left the house and shoved it back in my bag in disappointment when I saw there was still no message from Nash.

***

“W
hat’s wrong with you?” Anna enquired after she took a sip of coffee.

My sister was very perceptive and even though I’d tried to mask my feelings, she’d picked up on them.  “I slept with Nash last night.”

“Why the hell would you do that?”  She knew that I’d fobbed him off for years because I wanted to maintain our friendship rather than risk it by having sex with him.

“I was drunk, horny and mad.”

Her forehead crinkled in confusion.  “You slept with him because you were mad at him?”

Sighing, I explained, “No, I was mad at James for coming back into my life and screwing with me so I went out and got drunk, and then Nash turned up and I couldn’t resist him any longer.”

“Yeah, Mum told me that James was back.  What a prick.”

“I’m so stupid for letting him get to me, but for some reason, I can’t help it.  He starts talking and it’s like I’m right back there, you know?”

Concern was clear in her eyes.  “Oh, honey, you should have called me.”  She placed her hand on mine and squeezed it.

I smiled at her.  “Yes, I should have, and I will in future because going out and getting trashed and sleeping with Nash was definitely not the best way to handle it.”

She grinned.  “Was the sex hot, though?”

I blew out the breath I’d been holding in all day.  “Hell, yes.  It was the best damn sex I’ve ever had.  I can only imagine how good it would be if I was sober.  Nash has some talents, that’s for sure.”

“God, I knew he’d fuck like a champion,” she declared.  “You only have to look at him to know he was made for sex.”

Remembering the pleasure he’d given me last night sent me into my own little world and Anna had to click her fingers in my face to get my attention back.  “Sorry, did you say something?” I asked.

Shaking her head, she muttered, “You like him, don’t you?”

“I honestly don’t know.”  My feelings towards Nash were a mess.  I loved his friendship, but I couldn’t deny the sensations that just thinking about him gave me.  Sex with him had been amazing; we’d connected physically in a way that not many people did.  Well, I certainly hadn’t experienced that kind of instant connection with many men. 

“Damn, Velvet.  I think you’ve gotten yourself into some shit here.”

“Understatement of the century, Anna,” I said.  I could do sex with a guy but I didn’t want an emotional attachment.  Usually this wasn’t a problem with the guys I chose, but caution was screaming at me where Nash was concerned.  We already had an emotional bond so I wasn’t convinced we’d be able to handle a sexual relationship without complications.

Anna’s voice took on a gentle lilt.  “Maybe it’s time for you to consider opening yourself up to love again, sis.”

Fear gripped me.  No.  I didn’t want to head down that path again; I couldn’t do it.  There was too much chance of pain catching you in it’s claws.  I’d run so far from it; I wouldn’t give it a chance to chase me down again. 

“No.”  I was emphatic.

“It’s been five years since James, and you’ve come a long way, Velvet.  I want to see you happy again.”

“I’m really fucking happy without a man in my life, Anna.” 

“No, you’re hiding yourself away.  I understand why you’re doing it, especially after having my own heart torn to shreds, but you need to move on and find a man who will give you the love you deserve.”

My chest tightened at the thought of opening myself up to love and pain again.  “I’ve never told you half the stuff that James did to me, and I don’t want to get into it now, but I can’t put myself through that again.  I don’t think I’d survive another round of that,” I whispered the last sentence as my voice cracked.

“Oh babe,” she said, and pulled me close for a hug. 

I fought back the tears that threatened to fall, and clung to her.  When I finally pulled away, I apologised, “I’m supposed to be here checking up on you and you’re the one looking after me.”

“It’s what sisters do.” 

She was right, and I thanked the universe for blessing me with a sister like her.

***

H
ours later, I was half way through my shift at Indigo when I caught sight of Nash.  He’d never replied to my message.  He’d also not come and said hello to me, so it annoyed me to see him sitting in his usual spot with two chicks fawning all over him.  So many emotions hit me at once; anger, disappointment and jealousy.

Shit
.  Jealousy of all bloody things to feel.  It was the last thing I wanted to feel where Nash was concerned.

He saw me watching him, but he ignored me and carried on with his women.  I exited the room as fast as my feet would allow me, and made my way to the staff room.  It had been so long since I’d experienced a rush of feelings like this and I didn’t know what to do with them.  I had the urge to confront him; shit, I wanted to physically attack him he’d upset me so much.

I spent fifteen minutes out the back trying to get my shit together.  When I got myself under control, I went back out the front; I had a show to put on in a minute and I was going to give them one hell of a show tonight. 

The club pulsed with life as I entered it again, and I took a deep breath and centred myself.  The beat of the music washed over me and flowed through my veins, the smell of anticipation hit me and the atmosphere overwhelmed me.  This was where I thrived, and I stepped into my skin as I made my way to the stage.

I’d been working on a new pole dance the last few weeks.  Nash usually helped me with these; I always showed him first to get this thoughts on it.  He’d made me promise that he would always be the first one to see a new dance and was quite territorial about it.  Scott had been the first to see one once and Nash had been pissed.  He hadn’t seen this particular one and the bitch in me couldn’t wait to perform it with him in attendance.  I knew it was a catty move but I couldn’t help myself; he’d hurt me and now I wanted to hurt him.

I took my place at the pole and nodded at the DJ to start the music.  My heart pounded in my chest as I began my routine.  I looked in Nash’s direction and saw he still had the two chicks all over him.  They were doing their best to gain his full attention but his eyes were riveted on me.  I stared at him for a moment before performing the hell out of my dance.  It was the sexiest dance I’d come up with so far and the men loved it; they whistled and yelled out their approval.  Little did they know they were in for a treat tonight; I’d decided to end the dance by interacting with the patrons in a way I never did.  Scott would be pissed at me, as would Cody.  The other strippers were allowed to do whatever the hell they wanted, but I was supposed to remain somewhat of a mystery.  I wasn’t to encourage touching on stage and if someone wanted to tip me, I was to take it with my hand rather than allowing them access to my g-string.  If a patron wanted an up-close-and-personal interaction with me they had to pay well for it, and this policy worked well for the club; they made a lot of money off me.