“All good,” she replied, and I knew she hadn’t grasped my full meaning.
I placed my hand on her arm and said, “No, I mean thank you for being a good friend. I don’t have very many so it means a lot to have you.”
She stared at my hand on her arm for what felt like a long time and then she shocked the shit out of me by putting her arms around me and pulling me close for a hug. “I don’t have a lot either,” she murmured before letting me go.
I watched as she headed for the phone at the front counter, a warm, happy feeling surging through me. She hadn’t said much but her actions did all her speaking; Roxie valued my friendship just as much as I valued hers, and that was something I truly treasured.
* * *
An hour later, Nash walked through the doors of the salon, his eyes trained on me as he strode to where I stood at the back of the shop.
“Thanks for coming,” I said, smiling at him.
He bent his face to place a kiss on my lips, and when he ended it, I curled my hand around the back of his neck to keep his lips where they were. I needed more. As I deepened the kiss, he groaned into my mouth, and the way his body moved into mine told me he loved every second of it.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?” he asked when I finally let him go. His hand was on my ass and he didn’t move away from me.
“That was for coming to get me, and for being you, and for loving me,” I said, the words gushing out of me thanks to the alcohol in my system.
“You never need to thank me for picking you up. If you need me, I’m here for you,” he replied and then paused for a moment before asking, “You ready to go?” His voice had turned gruff and it hit all the right spots.
As the sensations his voice caused rushed through me, my eyes dropped to his chest and I took in the hard muscles his grey t-shirt hid, and then my gaze slid lower to his jeans and motorcycle boots. Everything about this man turned me on.
I looked back up into his face. His amused expression was hard to miss as he waited patiently for me to answer him. “Yes, I’m ready,” I muttered, mentally berating myself for being so easily distracted.
His brows rose. “You sure, sweet thing? Wouldn’t want to interrupt you.”
I rolled my eyes and turned to walk into the back office to grab my bag. As I came back out to him, I smacked him lightly on the chest and said, “Take me home. I’m ready for some Nash loving.”
“Jesus,” he cursed. “I’ve gotta get back to work.”
Placing my hands on my hips, I cocked my head and asked, “Is Nash Walker turning down sex?”
Lust blazed in his eyes. “You should know I never turn down sex, but it’ll have to be quick ‘cause Scott will bust my balls if I’m not back at the clubhouse soon.”
“If it’s too much hassle, I can take care of myself, Nash. I’ll send you a video,” I teased, loving the scowl that fell over his face.
He dipped his face so he could growl in my ear. “If anyone’s gonna be taking care of you today, it’s gonna be me. Understood?”
My legs squeezed together as I nodded. I couldn’t resist one last opportunity to rev him up, though. “A video would still be fun, right? I could make you one later today, you know, to help you get through until you see me tonight.”
He slapped my ass and commanded, “Outside now. And if you send me a video, you better be naked and ready for when I finish work, because the only thing your night will involve will be my cock and your pussy, and whatever the fuck I decide to do with them.”
I grinned at him, but didn’t say anything else.
He shook his head and with a jerk of his chin in the direction of the front door, he muttered, “Go.”
As I walked past the girls, I apologised, “Sorry for leaving early. We didn’t even get to discuss what everyone is bringing to the party on Saturday.”
“Blade and I will supply the alcohol,” Layla said, “but can any of you come and pick it up from the bar on Friday because I don’t have time to bring it over.”
I nodded. “Sure, I have Friday off.”
“Yeah, I do, too,” Madison said, “so I can come and help.”
“I’m working at the café on Friday so I can’t help, sorry,” Harlow said.
“No worries, Velvet and I can do it,” Madison declared.
Nash came up behind me and his lips brushed my ear. “Keep walking, sweet thing, before you sign me up for anything,” he directed.
Roxie eyed Nash, and suggested, “Take your man home, Velvet. He’s looking a little edgy there.”
Laughing, I agreed, “Yeah, we better go. I’ve got a job for him to do at home before I let him go back to work.”
As we walked out to his bike, butterflies whooshed through me at the feel of Nash’s hand on my body as he guided me. Some days it felt like we’d just started dating, and I loved that he still made me feel that way.
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