“Talk to him. But you need to work out what you want first,” he said.
“You are such a guy, Blake. You make it sound so easy,” I sighed. Why did guys think that every situation was so black and white?
“Well, why do women make everything so hard?” he asked.
“We don’t!”
He laughed, “Yeah, you do. We’ll have to agree to disagree. Just promise me you’ll talk to him.”
“I’ll try but all we seem to do is argue so it might not be as easy as you suggest,” I promised.
“Show him a bit of leg, it’ll shut him up for a minute and give you time to talk,” he suggested.
Now it was my turn to laugh. “Great plan, maybe I’ll flash my tits too, you know, to give me even more time.”
“Settle down, you want him to be coherent don’t you? Flashing your tits will send all the blood from his brain to his dick. Take my advice, no tits.”
“Okay, legs it is. Now, did Serena tell you that I’m moving back here?” I asked, and we talked some more about my move and what was going on in his life before ending the call. I knew it wouldn’t be long before one of us made the trip to visit the other; we couldn’t go too long without needing to see each other.
***
“Madison, good to see you, babe.”
I’d made my way downstairs to the club bar, and now turned towards the voice I knew so well and threw myself at him. “Nash. I’ve missed you,” I said, as we hugged.
“You’re still as fucking hot as you were last time I saw you,” he said, looking me up and down.
“And you’re still as fucking pervy as you were last time I saw you, “I slapped him on the arm, all the while smiling at him.
He grinned that wicked smile I remembered and shrugged. “Yep, and still the hot ass you missed out on when you chose that fucker, J.”
Now it was my turn to grin at him, “Didn’t know what I was getting myself into there, did I? And to think I could have had you.”
“Fucker’s still got a hard on for you, too. He’s got pussy anywhere he wants but none of it does what you did for him,” Nash said, shaking his head.
What the fuck? My mouth dropped open in shock, and I was about to quiz him when we were interrupted.
“Nash,” J’s voice boomed from behind me and I spun around to see him shooting daggers at Nash. Oh, god, I felt bad for Nash. He and J had always had a hard relationship and J had never taken kindly to Nash’s flirting with me.
Nash leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Looks like it’s time for me to get out of here.” He kissed my cheek, winked at me and said, “Later, sweet thing.” He lifted his chin at J and then left us alone.
J walked toward me with a fierce determination and my stomach fluttered. He had a feral look in his eyes and, fuck, it did things to me. “He’s right,” he said as he stopped right in front of me; so close, too close.
My brain couldn’t function properly when he was this close to me. His smell engulfed me and I wanted to reach out to touch him, taste him. It was too much and I tried to push him away but he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. Our bodies were touching now and I felt it not only physically, but also in my soul. He bent and breathed in the scent of me too. “Fuck, you smell so fucking good,” he groaned as he pressed even closer so that I could feel his erection against me.
My body took over and I reached my hand up to wrap around his neck while lifting my lips to his. Our eyes met and I could see the same need in his that I had. His arms encircled me, and he ran one hand over my ass before tilting his head and finally kissing me. God, it felt so good; his hands roaming over me, his lips and tongue devouring me, and a thrill ran through me. A deep and uncontrollable urge took over and I pushed myself right into him; I needed to get as close as I possibly could. My hands gripped his hair and I plunged my tongue into his mouth, kissing him hard. He groaned again and that sound set me off even more. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of him. It had been so long without his touch and I needed more.
J suddenly pushed me away and raked his hand through his hair, looking utterly torn. “Fuck!” he sputtered.
I was still trying to get my wits about me; my brain was scrambled from that kiss, and I was confused about what Nash had said. I looked J dead in the eyes and demanded, “What did Nash mean by that?”
“Exactly what he fucking said, babe.”
I scrunched my eyebrows together, still not getting it, “You still want me?”
“Jesus, how many other ways do you need it said? I never stopped wanting you,” he replied in a gruff voice.
I threw my hands up in the air. “Well, why the fuck did you tell me to leave?” I yelled, starting to get angry.