Chapter 14
Jodi Castle
Jodi awoke in a stifling hot tent with a raging thirst, and three cat arses in her face.
She hadn’t intended to sleep, only to hide.
Of course, now she was conscious, reality came crashing in and bludgeoned her with all her fuckups, recent and historical, so that despite being bathed in sweat and desperate for a drink, she lay stupefied, salt tracks drying on her cheeks.
Sometime later, the sound of the tent zip being drawn alerted her to an arrival. Fresh air seeped in through the flap as the inner compartment door opened. All three cats made an immediate exit. Shit! Now she’d no choice but to rise.
“They’re contained.”
Nash filled the doorway. His hair was crushed flat on one side, and creases lined the cheek on that side too. Seemed they’d both been attempting to sleep their woes away.
“Can I come in?”
“Of course.”
Nash lay down behind her. After a second or two, he looped an arm around her waist and pressed his nose to the back of her neck. “You’re lathered,” he said. “It’s like an inferno in here.”
He’d left the inner door flap open, so at least it was cooling.
“Aren’t you speaking to me? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things, Jo.” He found her hand and curled his palm around it. “You took me by surprise. You know I didn’t mean it. You forgive me, right?”
“I shouldn’t have done what I did,” she croaked. “I should have seen the band with you, instead of taking mushrooms.”
“You were tripping on ’shrooms?” There was almost a chuckle in his voice. “Babe, what the hell? You don’t even like the normal kind.”
“I know,” she said, and he squeezed her tight, letting her know she was forgiven.
Tight enough to squeeze out a few more tears that trickled along familiar salt tracks.
“I don’t know…I just…” She didn’t have even a halfway decent explanation for her behaviour, so she could hardly blame him for his initial reaction.
“Did you fuck him?” he asked, voice still soft. “The guys said not, but…”
“No. God, Nash, no.” She tried to turn, but he held her fast against him. “Not last night. I would never—”
“Not last night?” he seized on her qualifier. She guessed she owed him the truth.
“I—I met him ages ago, and we…” She gave a one-shouldered shrug. “It was just one time… Long before we met.”
She didn’t want to get into the details.
Nash knew bits about her past, but mostly she didn’t talk about it, because she’d worked hard to leave all that shit behind.
That night she’d spent with Rock Giant had started her transformation into the woman she was now.
Still a screw up, but far less of one than she had been back when her home life was toxic, and she routinely did dumb shit just to attempt to exert some control over things.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” she echoed.
“We both had lives before each other, and we agreed when we first got together, we’d never hold stuff we’d done in the past against one another.”
Right, yes, they had. Although, there’d been some caveats for illegalities.
Did her first encounter with Rock Giant fall under that?
She had kidnapped him, be it accidentally when she’d borrowed his tour bus.
Technically, borrowing buses was illegal too, but Nash wasn’t acquainted with her joyriding past. It was a part of herself that she’d left behind.
In any case, the details of that initial hook-up with Rock Giant were irrelevant.
If he wanted to imagine she’d met him in a club somewhere, or that she’d finagled a backstage pass out of a roadie then she was fine with that.
The details weren’t important, nor the fact he’d been a pretty epic lay.
Nor did she need to share anything about how that night was a cherished memory. A favourite memory.
“We’re still a team,” he said, bruising her shoulder with his chin. “You believe that, don’t you? You’re the most important person in my life.”
She sniffed, and gave a nod, not trusting her voice to hold, or herself to say the right things. Nash loved her, and he was going to forgive her. Everything was going to be all right.
“It’s so hot in here.” He let go of her for a moment and took off his hoodie.
Only when he lay back down did she realise he’d shed his T-shirt too.
Warm, bare skin pressed against her. He put his arm around her again, only this time his hand pushed up under her top.
Having found her breast, he rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger.
Evidently, they’d reached the point of make-up sex. So where was the rush of relief? Instead, her throat felt thick.
Nash’s breath warmed the shell of her ear. “What’s this interesting little thing I’ve found?”
He kept on plucking at her nipple, coaxing it to steeple.
“Nash,” she said uncertainly, straining her neck to see him.
He lifted from where he was nuzzling the side of her throat, and rolled her onto her back, before straddling her legs and snatching up the hem of her shirt.
He pulled it up her body. The fabric clung to her in the sticky heat, but he soon wrestled it over her head, leaving her naked save for her knickers.
“Let’s get these off, too, eh?”
She didn’t much enjoy her own nakedness in daylight. Too many wobbly bits for that, even though she did her best not to cave into the brainwashing that the media portrayal of womankind bombarded everyone with.
Nash didn’t wait for a response but tugged her underwear down her legs before casting them into the jumble of items around the tent’s inner walls.
“Naked, and wholly, mine.” He licked his lips. “Come here, nymph.”
He practically face-planted down on top of her, sealing his lips to hers, while he ground his denim clad loins into the groove formed by her hipbones.
He was calm again. That was good. Wanted her again.
That also was good. She accepted his kisses, kissed him back, waiting for her anxiety to dissolve into flames.
Usually, she could rely on sex to quash her fears.
Probably something about feeling wanted.
Few people in her life had ever made her feel truly wanted.
Nash clearly wanted her. He was all over her, his cock bruising her through the layer of heavy cotton that still separated them.
“I don’t want to lose you. You’re too important, baby. Best thing in my life.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered back. “I’m so sorry, Nash.”
“Show me. Help me, baby.” He guided her hand to his fly. “Prove to me it’s me you want.”
If this would make it right… If it meant they could put the argument behind them…
Jodi dutifully slid his button and zip. Seemed he hadn’t bothered with underwear. He’d showered since she’d last seen him. The peppery scent of his shower gel lingered on his skin. His cock sprang up eager between them. She took him in hand.
“God, yes. That feels so good. Want you so much, Jo. You and me, we’re a perfect fit. You’re so sexy. Touch me, baby, please.”
He reared back, watched her stroking him, stretching, and preening as she shuttled her hand up and down his shaft, and slid her thumb around his tip in the way he loved.
His skin was so pale, his body slight, almost half the size of hers.
Usually, she loved that slenderness. The way his muscles were evident beneath his skin, without him being in any way muscular.
Today, tension had her in too tight a grip for her to get lost in his beauty, and the heat made her feel trapped inside a too tight skin.
“Come.” She beckoned him to close the gap between them.
Nash kissed her, all tongue and hunger. Then nibbled her chin before returning to nuzzling her breasts.
“Best bits,” he muttered. “So soft. I could just squish them together and fuck them until I’m silly. What do you think, Jo? Should I give you a pearl necklace to go with your ring?”
“Not sure it’d suit me,” she said. She needed closeness, something that made her feel they were connected right now. Cuddles. Caresses. Maybe even some long sultry looks.
Nash clearly had other ideas. His cock bobbed before her, then poked her in the chin. “Give him a little kiss, eh?”
He stretched right over her and pushed into her mouth.
Jodi clasped his arse, to stop him driving too deep.
He was here battling his own doubts, too, seeking reassurance in the way that appeased his inner voice.
Nash needed to know she was still his, and what better way for her to prove it than by sucking him off?
He groaned with increasing urgency as she sucked and tangled his fists in her hair. “You do that so well, baby. You slay me.”
She did all the things she knew would make him happy, and a few of the things he protested about, but inevitably made him squirm with excitement, like resting her fingertips against his arse crack. The one time she’d properly touched him there; the top of his head had almost blown off.
Suck and retreat.
Suck and retreat.
Squeezing his arse when he groaned.
“God, I’m getting so close.”
Jodi released him with a smack of her lips. “Why don’t you show me what you can do with this magic wand?”
He chuckled but obligingly slithered down her body again. Jodi widened her legs, giving him all the room he could need.
“Are you happy to see me?” he said to her pussy.
He swiped his thumb over her entrance to check that she was wet.
Gave her clit a little pet. Her heart sped in response.
Was he… would he maybe go down on her? His head dipped.
He was gonna. But he turned away, falling to the side of her instead, so that he could kick free of his jeans.
Once they were shed, he returned to his former position over her and lined them up.
Jodi pressed a palm to his abs to slow him down. She needed to know they were still in love. Still connected. “We’re okay, aren’t we, Nash?”