“Hmm, yes but I might give him a little extra.”
“Whoa, whoa, back up. That’s harsh, Nell. Come on, I’m way better looking than that guy. Look at his hair, look how disgusting that is.” Honestly, I couldn’t give a fuck about what was on the man’s head but there was no way I was happy that he’d get special treatment.
“I like it, something to grip hold of.”
“What’s wrong with my shoulders?”
She laughed and it stirred something inside. Usually when we get to the crashing in the last position and watching TV that was the end of the sex marathon for the evening. There was definitely going to be more if she kept moving around on top of me, no matter how minute that movement was.
“There is nothing wrong with your shoulders, besides the scratches.”
“I happen to like those scratches.”
She giggled. “So do I.”
“Are you going to tell me what extras Charlie gets?”
“He’d get a threesome. But I haven’t chosen the other guy yet.”
Well, there was absolutely no fucking way I was having a threesome with her. “I’m glad you’ve reserved that for him.”
“You wouldn’t?”
“I don’t like to share.”
She lifted her head off my chest and narrowed her eyes. “How is that not what you’re doing?”
I didn’t want to think about that. Nell was single and had every right to see whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted. I had no idea if she did that or how many men she’d slept with since we started seeing each other and I had no desire to ever find out. In my head it was zero. For my own sanity I needed to believe she wasn’t getting anything else from another man. I would beat the tosser to a pulp.
“It’s not,” I replied and turned away. She sensed that a conversation about who else we may or may not have shared bodily fluids with was not going to happen, and followed my lead by watching Charlie ride a bike.
The first spark of erection number three of the evening had well and truly fizzled out. Thinking of her with another man was almost enough to make the pissing thing fall off altogether. I tried to shove it from my mind but I couldn’t help it. Thoughts of another man being that close to her ate away at me. It wasn’t even the sex that bothered me the most, it was the possibility that she could be laying with them the way she was with me. I didn’t want anyone else to be this close to her. Ever.
I suddenly found myself royally fucked off. Nell wasn’t mine so I couldn’t get angry about something like that. Shit, I’d slept with someone on holiday so I was being a complete hypocrite. Nell didn’t get moody with me for that so what right did I have? I didn’t even know if she’d done anything. This was wholly unreasonable.
She pushed herself up. Both slender arms were either side of my face. Her hair fanned around us creating a glossy black curtain of privacy. “I’m hungry again, you want something?”
“Are you going to cook for me?”
She grinned a full, toothy smile. “Well, I’ll cook for me but you can have some too.”
“Whatever you’re making is good.”
Getting off the sofa, she looked at me over her shoulder while putting on my t-shirt that’d been tossed on the floor. Hot girl in a white t-shirt was just about the best thing. She blew me a kiss. “Don’t get dressed, I’ll want some after eating.”
“Not gonna argue with that.”
The very second she was out of the room I texted Chloe. It was a bunny boiler question and not one I even wanted the answer to but it was driving me insane and I knew it would eat away at me constantly. I sent: ‘Is Nell seeing anyone else?’
Her reply came just minutes later: ‘Just you. Why?’
The why was obvious. Chloe was fully aware of how my feelings for Nell had changed and evolved. She was the one telling me to tread carefully but to go for it. I wanted to, we’d be great together, we already were, but she was so unapproachable on the subject. If I ever dropped so much as a hint of a hint about relationships in general she would close up and tell me how lucky we were to ‘not have to deal with that serious bullshit’.
The more time I spent with her the more I wanted in on the ‘serious bullshit’. I wasn’t looking for wedding bells or anything like that but exclusive sounded good. Really good.
I replied: ‘Just needed to know.’
Chloe let it go and didn’t message back but that must have been very hard for her. Or Logan had confiscated her phone so she couldn’t grill me further. My money was on the latter.
“Damon, I have nothing in!” Nell shouted from the kitchen.
“What do you have?” I asked.
She appeared at the door holding a sorry looking apple and jar of Nutella. “What am I supposed to do with these?”
“Eat the apple then spread the chocolate over your body and come back to the sofa.”