He bent a little so he could push his fingers deeper, and that sent me over the edge. I screamed out his name, and accepted all the pleasure he gave. While I recovered, he moved his hands and scooped my hair off my shoulder so he could lay gentle kisses along it. Nash doing gentle right after rough almost killed me.
“Babe, as much as I’m enjoying this, I have to get back to the club,” he said.
“So, you just came over for a quickie?” I didn’t care; I was just giving him grief to rile him up. Nash all bothered was a turn on.
He slapped me on the ass, softly this time. “Had no fuckin’ choice, sweetheart. You send me a text like that again, you better be ready to spread your legs.”
I laughed. “I knew it would affect you, I just didn’t realise how much.”
He turned me around to face him, and planted a kiss on my lips. “Velvet, I’m not sure you realise just how much you affect me, let alone your fuckin’ text messages.”
I smiled. “I do now.” I paused, and then added, “James came to see me this morning.”
He stilled, and a scowl covered his face. “What did that asshole want?”
“You went to see him.”
He nodded once. “I did. So I’m fuckin’ hoping you’ve got good news for me otherwise I’ll be paying him another visit.”
“He won’t be bothering me again. Thank you for that.”
He caressed my cheek. “Any time, sweet thing.”
I bit my lip. I needed to tell someone what this meant to me, but I wasn’t sure anyone would get it. “Nash, this is huge to me. I feel like, for the first time in years, I can do anything; be anything. I didn’t realise just how much he was holding me back. It probably sounds stupid - ”
He cut me off. “Nothing you say sounds stupid, Velvet. I might be an asshole, but I get what you’re saying. I get you. I’ve watched my sister go through life not feeling worthy, and it breaks my fuckin’ heart to see the shit she accepts from men. I’m over the fuckin’ moon to know that you can move past that dickhead and believe in yourself again.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, long and hard. My heart threatened to explode out of my chest. When it ended, I said, “You’re not really an asshole, Nash Walker.” Then I grinned, and added, “Well, maybe just a little bit asshole, but life would be boring if you weren’t.”
It was his turn to grin now. “Babe, I’m glad we’ve established once and for all that I’m a little bit asshole, but can we get dressed now. I’m standing here with my pants around my legs looking at your tits and ass, and if you don’t put some clothes on soon, I’m not gonna make it back to the clubhouse. And I’ll never hear the fuckin’ end of it from Scott.”
I pouted. “I’d be worth it though. Right?”
He sighed. “You’ve no idea, sweet thing. No fuckin’ idea.”
Chapter 25
Hey Jealousy ~ Gin Blossoms
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Nash
“Let me get this straight, you’re saying that you believe Marcus was responsible for that bust on your club ten years ago?” Scott said, clearly astonished.
Kick nodded, rubbing his jaw. “Yeah, brother, that’s what we think.”
I was struggling to keep up with the conversation; my thoughts kept going back to this afternoon with Velvet. She consumed my thoughts constantly; thank Christ she didn’t know just how much.
I focused back on what was being said. Kick had asked me to organise a chat with Scott tonight and was now revealing the reason for his visit to Brisbane.
Scott really was incredulous; surprising, because at this point I’d believe anything of Marcus. He asked Kick, “Can you just go over that again for me?”
Kick gave me one of his impatient looks; he was one of the most impatient bastards I’d ever met. He was also one of the most loyal and honest, so yeah, I believed what he was telling us now. Looking back at Scott, he repeated himself, “Our cop friends have been talking recently about that drug bust ten years ago, the one that put our VP and two other members inside, and the word is that Marcus snitched on our club in order to save himself from something. No idea what that was though. This was back when your club was running drugs too. My VP wants confirmation it was Marcus before he moves on this. And if he gets that confirmation, it won’t be pretty for your father.”
I didn’t doubt what he’d just said about the consequences for Marcus if they discovered this to be true. The Sydney chapter was the Mother Chapter of Storm and their President and VP were violent motherfuckers who even Kick did his best not to piss off, and Kick wasn’t the kind of man to worry about anyone.
“Any of this ringing bells for you, VP?” I asked.
Scott slowly shook his head, obviously still processing it. “No, but I’ll be looking into it, that’s for damn sure.”
Kick frowned, and asked, “You think it’s wrong?”
“No, brother.” He gave me an enquiring look, and I read what he was asking. I nodded to indicate it was safe to talk to Kick about Marcus. Turning back to Kick, he said, “A few of us are currently looking into Marcus’s activities. Seems he’s trying to steer us back into drugs and has hooked us up with Adelaide for a foot in the door.”