Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
Nash
T he minute she says, “Goodbye, Josh,” I turn and walk out of the restaurant, pulling her with me. We walk past the hostess station, and I give her a quick nod. When I walked in, she smiled up at me and asked me if I had a reservation. It took me less than three seconds before my eyes found Zoey, and I ignored her, walking straight to the table. I don’t even know which table I took the chair from; I just know it was in passing to their table.
“Have a great night,” she says from behind me as I push the door open and step outside of the restaurant. My body feels like it’s one big fucking nerve ready to fucking explode. I spot my car and make my way over to it. Stopping behind it, I wait for her to open the doors.
“Where is your car?” Zoey asks from behind me, and I look over at her, stopping and turning to face her.
“I took an Uber,” I tell her, and she lifts her eyebrows at me.
“You were so sure I’d leave with you?” She folds her arms over her chest.
I lean against the trunk of my car, putting one foot on the bumper. I didn’t want to do this with her here, but it’s been fucking brewing all fucking day long. “If you hadn’t”—I try to keep my cool—“I would have carried you over my fucking shoulder, but only after I ordered the most expensive bottle of wine for that dickwad to pay for.” I point at the restaurant. Not sure I want to point out that he still isn’t fucking chasing her.
“He’s not a dickwad,” Zoey counters, and it’s the wrong fucking thing to say right now.
“Who asks a married woman to go out on a date with them?” I hold up my two hands, waiting for her to give me an answer.
She tries to hide her smile, making me go from borderline Hulk pissed off to wanting to grab her face and kiss the ever-loving shit out of her. “A dickwad.” She looks down. “Are we really having this discussion in a parking lot?” She looks around.
“No,” I say but I don’t move, “but we are going to address this.”
I can see her eyes start to get irritated, and I know her annoyance is growing when she folds her arms over her chest as she cocks a hip. “What if one of my exes,” I point at myself, and the minute I say exes, the irritated look goes to pissed off, “asked me to go out to dinner?”
“Which one?” She raises her eyebrows, definitely fucking pissed, and I’m happy she’s pissed because I’ve been pissed since fucking Monday, and it’s now Saturday. “Should we start at the letter A?”
“We can start wherever you want to start. Let’s say Alabama.”
“You went out with someone named Alabama?” she hisses at me.
“I didn’t, I was picking an A name, and that’s the first one that came to mind,” I answer her honestly. “Would you be okay with it?” I put my palms on the back of the car, outstretched beside me.
“You never even said anything!” she shouts, throwing up her hands.
“If my ex asked me to dinner alone, how would you feel?” I look at her as she thinks, but I can quietly see she’s struggling when she finally admits to me.
“I’d be jealous.”
“Exactly.” I try not to raise my voice. “You came here knowing he wanted you back, even though he doesn’t deserve you.” I remind myself I need to keep my cool. “It killed me to see him touch you. It took everything in me not to ruin my shirt with his blood on my fist.” I push away from the car and go to stand in front of her. “You are my wife. He will never be the man to make you happy.”
I grab her face in my hands and see her chest rising and falling. “Like you will?”
I grin at her before my mouth claims her. “Baby, I’m just getting started.” I pull her to me and kiss her with all the anger and frustration I have had for this past week. I move my hands from her face to around her, pulling her closer to me. Her hand wraps around my waist and her other hand fists my shirt at the same time. “Get in the car.”
“Nash,” she pants.
“Car now,” I tell her, “and when we get home, I want you fucking naked.” Her eyes darken, and I know she wants that just as much as I do. “Is that okay, Zoey?”
“Yes.” She steps away from me, opening her purse and tossing me the keys. “Drive fast.”
I swear, she doesn’t even wait for the car to stop before she’s rushing out of the car and into the front door. She leaves the door open, and I can see a trail of clothes as I finally step in. I close the door behind me, taking two steps at a time, and there in the middle of my bed is Zoey, naked, exactly like I told her I wanted her. I rip my shirt off, kicking my shoes off at the same time. The jeans, boxers, and socks are off in one swoop. I fall into the bed on my side, and her mouth finds mine as I turn onto my back with her straddling me. My hands go to her ass and squeeze it as the kiss goes even more frantic. She bites my lower lip as I turn her onto her side, her leg hitched up over my hip. I palm her ass at the same time she bites my lower lip. My hand moves, sliding over her asshole to her pussy, where I slide two fingers into her.
“You going to meet him again?” I slide my tongue in her mouth, not giving her a chance to answer me. I bite her lower lip this time. “You going to go see him again?” I move my finger over her G-spot, knowing it drives her crazy. I pull my fingers out of her and slap her ass, the sound echoes. Her hips buck. “You going to see him again?” I slap her again and then rub her ass. “Or are you going to be my good girl?” I don’t wait for her to answer me. Instead, I lie on my back. “Come and sit on my face and hold the headboard.” She turns and lowers her pussy onto my face, my tongue coming out to slide into her. Her back arches. “You don’t move,” I tell her as she starts moving her hips back and forth. “You sit there and take what I’m going to give you.” I slap her ass again. “And you think about your answer.” I bite her clit hard, and she moans. Sliding my hand between us, I slip one finger inside her and then another. I finger-fuck her while I nibble on her clit.
“Nash, I’m going to—” she starts as if I don’t feel it all through me when she’s about to come.
“No, you’re not.” I pull my fingers out of her, and she groans, her head hanging back. “Not yet.”
I push her down on the bed, throw one leg over my shoulder, and pull her onto my cock at the same time as I slam into her. “Good girls get rewards.” I fuck her mercilessly, moving her hips with my hands and ramming her onto my cock each time. “Today, you weren’t a good girl.” I take my cock out of her and slap it on her clit twice before slamming it back into her. “You were a bad, bad girl.”
“Nash, please,” she pleads with me, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“You going to be a good girl from now on?” I put my hands beside her arms and thrust into her over and over again. Her pussy is so fucking wet it’s dripping down my balls. She gets tighter and tighter. “Or are you going to be a bad girl?”
“I’ll be your good girl,” she vows. “Please, Nash, I’ll be—” The words stop when she moans, and I know she’s ready to explode on me. Before she does, I pull out of her, flip her onto her stomach, pull her hips up, and slam into her. “Fuck, Nash.”
“Ass up and face down,” I tell her. Her elbows lower, and her ass rises, one ass cheek redder than the other, so I rectify that. “Good girls get to come.” I fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone before. The frustration and anger from today coming out of me. “Bad girls don’t get to come.” She grips the sheets in front of her, holding on. The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room. “Which one are you going to be?”
“Good,” she declares. “I’m going to be a good girl.” Her pussy contracts around my cock. Looking down, I see it coated in her juices.
“And whose good girl are you going to be?” I growl between clenched teeth, feeling my balls start to get tight.
“Yours. I’m always going to be your good girl,” she says, and this time, I move one hand to her clit, moving it back and forth before pinching it. Her hips shoot up, and she comes all over my cock. I have to hold her tight, or she’ll fly off my cock. She comes over and over again, and only after the second time do I decide it’s my turn.
I pull out of her and turn her over, taking her hair in my hand. Her mouth opens for my cock. “When you are a good girl, I’ll come in your pussy.” She sucks me all the way to the back of her throat. “Tonight, you were a bad girl, so you swallow my cum,” I scold as I finger-fuck her cunt that is open for me. She’s so fucking wet it’s oozing out of her. She comes at the same time I come down her throat. “Baby,” I whisper when I stop fucking her face. My cock slides out of her mouth at the same time my fingers slip out of her. The bed is a wet mess from her as she throws herself back on the pillows.
Her chest is rising and falling. “That was—” She tries to get up on her elbows and look over at me collapsed on her other side. “That was—” Her elbows give out as she lies there, her legs still wide. “I might have to be bad if you are going to fuck me like that.”
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me. “Zoey.” I roll off the bed before reaching for her and grabbing her like a rag doll.
“Where are we going?” she asks me as I walk into the bathroom. “Oh, bath time.”
I put her down while I start the bath and put in her salt things, and then put a couple of drops of her oil that she likes with some bubble bath.
She sits in the tub on one side, waiting for me to get in. I close my eyes and put my head back, waiting for the water to fill it up.
She moves between my legs, and when I open my eyes, she’s kneeling in front of me. She puts her hand on my abs. “Nash,” she says softly, “I’m sorry I went to meet him.” She puts her forehead on mine. “I won’t go and meet him again.”
“You bet your fucking ass you won’t,” I snap at her, “never a-fucking-gain, Zoey.”
She smiles the smile I’ve literally fallen in love with. The smile I crave to see all day. The smile I’ll do whatever the fuck I need to do to see. “Never a-fucking-gain, Nash.”