Chapter 13 #2
“Hmm,” he repeats, his eyes still closed.
I slowly unwrap his arms from around me and turn him away from me to face the car.
“Watch your head.” I put my hand on the top of his head, so he doesn’t hit it on the car doorframe as he bends to get in.
He falls into the limo and I roll my eyes as I hop in after him.
To my absolute horror, Adrian is sitting in the limo.
He has heard everything we have just said.
He must have gotten in when we were still inside the pub. Kill me now.
“Oh hi,” I stammer.
“Hi.” He smiles. I stay silent as Josh slides across the seat and pats his lap. Oh no, I am not sitting on his lap so I can give Adrian a private sex show on the way home. Josh is totally out of control on the affection tonight. I can’t trust him to behave.
“Is it alright if I catch a ride?” Adrian asks me.
“Adrian it’s your ride. I’m the one catching a lift,” I smile.
“Thanks.” He nods.
Josh pats his lap again and I shake my head. “Josh, you can drop me off at my house. It’s OK. I will see you tomorrow.” I speak as if I am talking to a child.
“No, I am staying with you,” he snaps. “Come over here. I want to cuddle you,” he slurs.
I roll my eyes at Adrian who gives me a sympathetic smile.
“Precious, I mean it. Now.” He pats the seat next to him.
“Alright,” I sigh. “Bossy Boots,” I slide over next to him and to my utter amazement he does just cuddle me.
He pulls my back to his chest and kisses the top of my head as he sits to the side.
The bodyguard comes and gets into the car and we pull away from the curb, and an awkward silence falls over us.
Adrian doesn’t speak. He just watches Josh, who once again is kissing the back of my hand with his eyes closed.
I fake a smile and rub Josh’s leg. He puts his head back on the headrest and closes his eyes.
After about ten minutes I look up at Adrian and he frowns.
“Is he always like this with you?”
I shrug, unsure what to say, and slightly embarrassed.
What must he have seen in the past? How many girls has he had this conversation with?
I push these negative thoughts out of my mind.
Stop it, Natasha. Thankfully we arrive at my apartment shortly after and the burly bodyguard gets out and opens the door for us.
“Josh, wake up,” I whisper.
“I think we had better help you get him upstairs.”
“Thanks, Adrian, that would be great.” I gently pat Josh’s face and he wakes. “We are home, Josh, get out of the car.”
“Hmm.” He stumbles out of the car and wraps his arm around my shoulder.
I guide him through the foyer and into the lift with the two men behind me, and a horrifying thought crosses my mind.
Shit, is my apartment a mess? I can’t even remember.
I definitely didn’t expect company tonight.
We get to the front door and Adrian must be able to read my mind because he turns to the other man.
“We should be good from here. I will meet you in the car.” He nods and disappears back into the lift.
I smile. “Thanks, Adrian, I really appreciate it.” He takes over holding Josh up while I find my keys in my bag and unlock my front door. I flick on the light and silently thank the Lord my house isn’t as messy as I envisioned.
“Come in.” I gesture to Adrian. He nods as he leads Josh in. I grab Josh’s hand and lead him up the hallway toward my bedroom. “Get into bed, baby. I will be in in a minute.” He nods and starts stripping off in the hallway in front of us. I smile and turn back to Adrian.
He raises his eyebrows as he puts his hands in his suit pockets. “I’ve seen a very different man tonight to the one I know, Tash.”
I smile. “It’s funny you say that, because tonight I have seen the first glimpse of the man I do know.” I flop onto the lounge. He sits down next to me and looks around my apartment.
“Nice place.”
I smile. “Thanks, I like it. Do you want the tour?”
“Sure.” He smiles as he stands.
“This is the living room.” I gesture around the room. “Kitchen.” I wave my hand around. “Bathroom,” as I show him the bathroom.
He frowns. “I am so organizing a bathroom renovation for you tomorrow.” He laughs.
Ohh, I’m shocked. How rude, my bathroom might be brown nineteen-seventies shit but how dare he insult it.
Who in the hell does he think he is, Donatella fucking Versace?
He must have realized he’s insulted me. “I’m sorry…
I just am so used to organizing things. I just assumed that I am your personal assistant too. Now that you’re with Josh.”
“I don’t need a personal assistant,” I snap. That came out harsher than I meant it to. I look up and I can see the hurt in his eyes. Poor bastard, he’s trying to be nice. You’re such a bitch, Natasha.
“But I could use a friend.” I smile. He smiles back and grabs my hand and pulls me up the hallway. There we see Joshua, spread-eagled and naked on the bed like a starfish, asleep. I look down.
“I imagine you must have seen some sights. I mean, being with him all the time.” I walk past him back toward the lounge room, uncomfortable with where this conversation was going.
“No, funnily enough I have never seen Josh touch a woman at all.” I frown at him. “Josh doesn’t date. Girls drape themselves off him, but I have never seen him like he was tonight. He’s different with you.”
I smile, poor misguided Adrian. “Thanks for trying to save my feelings but I know what Josh is like. He’s way too affectionate to not touch girls. I’m not stupid.”
He rubs my arm. “I think you underestimate him, Natasha.”
I smile. “I wish. Do you want to grab a coffee in the morning?”
He nods. “I will call you.”
“OK, sounds good.” And then he is gone. I’m alone with my beautiful man, my beautiful, unconscious, smelling-like-a-brewery man who is sleeping like a baby. I take my phone out and snap a photo of him. I smile as I look at it; there’s one for the family album.
“Wake up, precious girl,” his husky, whispered voice splinters my dreams and brings me into consciousness.
“I need you.” He kisses my neck and runs his open mouth down its length to my collarbone.
I slowly come to and inhale the strong scent of soap and toothpaste.
He’s showered—what the hell time is it? It’s still dark.
Why is he even awake? His strong body radiates with need.
His arms are straining to hold his weight off of me.
I can feel his muscles contract and the overwhelming power emanating from his body.
He wasn’t exaggerating, he does need me: I can feel it oozing from his every pore.
“I’m aching for you, aching to be inside you. ”
Hmm, I like this wake-up call. I rub my eyes as my legs fall open. “Josh, what time is it?” I whisper.
“It’s make-love-to-Josh time.” He smiles into my neck.
His smile is contagious, and I find myself mirroring him like an idiot.
“Roll over, Presh. I need you from behind.” He rolls my hip so that I am on my stomach and then hitches my right leg up.
My knee is level with my breastbone. Then he is on me.
He pulls my hair to the side to gain access to my neck.
His heavy breathing into my ear from behind sends goose bumps across my body, awakening every cell.
His hand runs from my knee to my behind and back again.
His fingers gently slide between my legs and he hisses when he feels me.
“So wet,” he whispers. “You need me too. Do you know what a turn on that is?”
“Yes,” I whisper darkly. This is what his touch does to me: it leaves me vulnerable and begging, submissive even?
Before I have time to analyze my thoughts on this, his fingers are inside me.
Long, stroking, circular movements, stretching me open.
I instantly lift my hips in a silent plea, I need more.
My body needs more. As he bites my neck, he slowly sinks his heavy length into my wet sex.
“Mmm,” he whispers. His arousal level is off the charts and he’s taking me with him.
I’ve never been so hot for it in my life.
His open affection for me tonight has opened pandoras box and I desperately want to please him.
He pushes in and glides out in a slow movement.
He’s so good at this. With his hands on my hips he lifts me until I am on my knees and he is kneeling behind me. He strokes my hair.
“Is that OK, Presh? Can you handle it? Tell me to stop if I hurt you.” I smile and nod.
Even when he is beyond aroused, he is still achingly aware that he is a very large man, and I am a ridiculously tight and inexperienced girl.
I nod, too full to speak. He’s right, it is a tight fit.
He slowly starts to move at a quicker pace and his hands are on my shoulders pulling me back onto him.
He feels so damn good. A sheen of perspiration covers both of our bodies and I feel myself start to quiver.
“Not yet,” he snaps. “Let me enjoy you some more.” He moves me up until I am sitting on his lap with my knees on either side of his legs.
Pulling my head to the side by my hair, he gently swipes his tongue through my open lips, and he kisses me with such tenderness I feel weak.
My eyes roll back in my head. His hands move, one on my breast and the other down to my clit where he circles with perfect precision.
“Circle your hips,” he whispers. “I won’t move, take me how you want me.” I groan as I feel his hard length move inside me when I circle. This man is hot.
“Baby, why didn’t you go to the strip show tonight?” I whisper.
He smiles into my neck. “Because you asked me not to.”
“Is that the only reason?” I swipe my tongue through his lips again, daring him to give me the truth I so desperately want. He tweaks my nipple and my body shudders in response. I’m close.
“Why would I want to watch other women take their clothes off? When you’re the only woman I see.”