Chapter 5
NASH & VELVET
Three years after they got together
Velvet’s POV
“Nash!” I call out after I spit toothpaste into the bathroom sink and flick the tap on to wash it down the drain. “Stop ignoring me and tell me you’ll be home on time today.” When my husband doesn’t answer me, I mutter, “I will fucking kill that man.”
We were in the middle of a conversation about our day ahead, in which I was reminding him that we needed to be home and ready to leave here by one p.m. at the latest this afternoon so that we make it to our friend’s wedding on time.
Nash finished brushing his teeth and left me to go get dressed, but we carried on the conversation after he left.
At least, I thought we did. It turns out that he zoned out at some point, and I was the only one in the conversation.
I finish up in the bathroom and go in search of him. We really need to get on the same page about today because he was giving me the vibe that he couldn’t care less about getting to the wedding on time.
I expect to find him in the kitchen trying to shovel sugar into his mouth. The man lives for sweet things.
I don’t find him in the kitchen.
I don’t find him anywhere in the house, so I head out to the garage, thinking he’s probably there.
When I don’t find him in the garage, I plant my hands on my hips and mutter, “Why do you make my life so difficult some days, Nash Walker?”
“You planning on standing here talking to yourself for long?”
I spin at the sound of Nash’s voice and find him standing behind me with his eyes pinned to my ass.
“Stop looking at my ass,” I snap.
He drags his gaze up to mine. “You’re still pissed at me for what I said?”
I cross my arms. “Yep.”
Moving closer, he brings his hands to my hips. “You gonna hold it against me for long, sweet thing?”
I smack his hands away. “For as long as I need to.”
He chuckles and snakes his arm around my waist before I’m able to stop him. Pulling my body against his, he drops his mouth to my ear as his hand finds my ass. “Let’s speed this process up then,” he growls, “so I can get my mouth on you before you leave for work.”
I push him away, not willing to let him use his Nash loving to mess with my thoughts today. “Let’s not. You aren’t getting your mouth anywhere near me before I leave for work.”
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I’ll make sure we get to the fuckin’ wedding on time.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why do you not like her?”
“I never said that,” he starts, but I cut him off.
“You don’t need to say it, Nash. It’s clear in everything you do say.
” We’ve been friends with Kathy for two years now, and in that time, he’s grumbled about her more than he’s said anything nice about her.
And I just don’t get it. Kathy’s always friendly towards him and has never done anything wrong.
He rakes his fingers through his hair, looking pained. “I’m fairly fuckin’ sure that whatever I say here is going to be wrong, so spare my balls, okay?”
“Your balls are safe.”
“You say that like it’s a given, Velvet, but there’s been no given on any-fuckin-thing the last couple of weeks.”
I frown. “What does that mean?”
“It means that I’m fuckin’ struggling to read you lately.
When I think you’re gonna laugh, you cry.
When I think you’re gonna agree with me on something, you disagree like the fuckin’ world depends on it.
I leave here in the morning and you’re happy, but an hour later you’re texting me a whole heap of pissed-off thoughts.
My balls don’t feel very fuckin’ safe these days. ”
Nash and I don’t fight much. Sure, we disagree, and he grumbles all over the place about things some days, but we make it a rule to never go to bed while in a fight with each other.
Before we got married, we agreed to work our shit out every day and not let things ever hang over us.
The fact he’s taken his time to bring this up with me is surprising.
And also a little frustrating. I don’t ever want to be the person he just described.
“Why haven’t you mentioned this before? And when you say ‘lately’, how long do you mean?”
“I didn’t mention it because it was just little shit to begin with. Shit that didn’t matter. But it’s been going on for about three weeks now and your mood swings have escalated this week.”
I think back over the last few weeks and realise he’s right.
Shit.
I scrunch my face in an ‘I’m sorry’ way and move into him. Grasping his shirt, I say, “I’m sorry.”
His hand comes instantly around me and settles on my ass again, one of his favourite places for it to be. I love him for this. For never withholding his love, even when he’s frustrated or angry with me. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”
My eyes find his. “I don’t know. Work is busy. That’s probably stressing me without me even realising.”
“It’s been a while since you’ve taken a break. Maybe you need to consider some time off.”
“Hmm, it hasn’t been that long, but I do feel a little tired.”
“You’ve passed out before nine every night this week, darlin’. You’re fuckin’ exhausted as far as I can work out.”
I smile up at him as I hook my hand around his neck to bring his face to mine.
“I love you, Nash Walker, and I’m going to think about all of this, but don’t think this gets you out of discussing Kathy with me.
” I kiss him before saying, “Are you going to behave yourself at the wedding or do I need to plan for trouble?”
He groans as he pulls me back in for another kiss.
A longer, deeper one. When he finally lets me go, he says, “I don’t dislike her, but she drives me fuckin’ crazy with the way she never fuckin’ shuts up.
A man can only sit through a certain amount of her shit before needing an out, and you want me to sit through an entire fuckin’ wedding, reception, and weekend with her.
I’m gonna need a fuckton of Velvet lovin’ for this. ”
I grin and cock my head. “Velvet loving. What does that involve?” He’s never used that term with me before, and while I have a very good idea of exactly what he means, I want to hear him say it.
He grips my ass with both hands and grinds himself against me. “Let’s just say your lips are gonna get a workout like they’ve never fuckin’ seen.” He drops his mouth to my ear and growls, “I’m gonna need days of your mouth and pussy showing me how fuckin’ much they love me.”
I’ve had three years with this man, and he turns me on more today than when we met.
And that’s saying something because I’ve always been attracted to him like I’ve never been attracted to another man.
He’s the filthiest guy I’ve ever known, in all the good ways.
In all the ways that speak to me. And today is no different.
I’m trying hard to keep his hands off me so I can get to work on time and not mess my schedule up which would put us late to Kathy’s wedding, but Nash is making sure this is a challenge of epic proportions for me.
Just like he does pretty much every time he tries to convince me to let him have his way with me.
Ugh.
I grip his biceps.
“I’m not fucking you before work, Nash.”
He grins, knowing exactly how he’s affecting me. Brushing his lips over mine again, he lets me go with a smack to my ass and says, “No, but you’ll be fucking me all night long tonight.”
“I might be too exhausted after work, and the wedding, and then the reception,” I play with him.
“I don’t care how fuckin’ exhausted you are, you’ll have my cock in your mouth the minute we leave that fuckin’ reception.”
“I love you, too, baby.” He talks a good game but we both know he’ll never force himself on me.
Especially not when I’m tired. He just likes to talk dirty to me and pretend he’s in charge when really, he’d rush to tuck me into bed and ensure I get all the sleep I need and then some.
“One o’clock.” I point my finger at him, all bossy like.
“If you aren’t here and ready to leave then, your balls really won’t be safe. ”
He grins again, the famous Nash Walker grin I swoon over. “You know I’m all about keeping my balls safe, sweetheart.” He then scoops me around the waist again, pulls me to him, and plants another kiss on my lips before letting me go. “I’ll be ready at one.”
God, I love this man.
Even if he does drive me to distraction most days.
“Are you excited for the wedding this weekend?” Madison asks as Roxie cuts her hair.
It’s almost eleven thirty, so almost time for me to leave work. I came in early so I could see my first client at eight this morning and I’ve had a super busy morning. I haven’t stopped, and my body is feeling it.
I smile at Madison. “I’m looking forward to the weekend away with Nash. And I do love a wedding.”
“Ooh, this is the weekend wedding, isn’t it?” Harlow says. “Is Nash looking forward to it?”
I laugh. “Nash would rather stab himself in the eyes than go to this wedding.” He grumbled and complained louder than ever the day we received the invitation to this wedding.
It would have been bearable for him if it was just a normal wedding and reception.
The fact Kathy made it an entire weekend getaway did not impress him.
“I’m pretty sure Gunnar would feel the same way,” Chelsea says.
It’s Friday, which is Stormgirl day in the salon.
However, only these three girls could make it today, so it’s been a little quieter than normal.
Even Bobby mentioned how quiet it is without Scarlett, Sophia, and Layla here, and it was like he missed them rather than his usual grumbling about them being too noisy and too demanding.
The man can complain, that’s for sure, but we all know he loves a good Stormgirl Friday.
I glance between the girls. “So, Nash said something to me this morning that I want to ask you guys about.”
“What’s up, honey?” Harlow says.