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  I grinned. “I’d like to see Tahlia take on Bobby.” For the past few months, I’d watched those two interact and wondered how long it would be until Tahlia lost it at him.

  Roxie groaned and shook her head. “No, you don’t. It happens once or twice a year and it’s nasty. It takes them at least a couple of weeks to get back to normal and those weeks are a living hell.”

  “Shit, okay. Will you be right to change that by yourself?”

  “Yeah, won’t take me long.”

  I nodded and left her to it. God knew what I was about to walk into. As I pushed through the front door of the salon, I was pleasantly surprised by the sound of laughter. Bobby and Tahlia were both laughing at something and gave me huge smiles when they saw me.

  “Where’s Roxie?” Bobby asked.

  I headed towards the back room to store my bag. “Changing a flat tyre on my car.”

  “Nash isn’t gonna be happy about that,” Bobby said.

  I dumped my bag and headed back out to where he was. Frowning, I said, “That Roxie changed my tyre?”

  “No, that you had one in the first place.”

  Shit, he was right. Nash was on at me about getting a new car and I was stalling because I didn’t want to spend the money. We’d had more than one argument about it and I knew this would cause him to bring it up again. “Damn,” I muttered. “You’re right.”

  His brows rose and an I-told-you-so look crossed his face. “Tell you what, Velvet, if that man gives you too much grief and you decide you’ve had enough of him, send him my way. I’ll take good care of him.”

  Tahlia groaned. “God, Bobby, can you give it a rest? I’m so freaking sick of hearing you ogling every damn man you meet,” she snapped.

  Bobby scowled at her. “You’re just annoyed because you haven’t had any cock in months,” he snapped back.

  I raised my hands in a placating gesture. “Okay, you two, enough.”

  They both scowled at me and went back to getting ready for the day. When the first client arrived a moment later, Bobby walked past me to the front counter and gave me another filthy look. I sighed. Today was going to be a long day.

  * * *

  Four hours later we were knee deep in haircuts, colours and beauty treatments with Madison, Harlow and Layla. I was engrossed in a conversation with Layla about her ex-business partner when the pop of a champagne bottle caught my attention. I spun around to find Roxie holding the bottle up with a questioning look on her face. “You want some?”

  “Champagne on a work day?” I asked.

  A smile spread across her face. “Yeah, it’s Christmas week and all the girls are here. We definitely need champagne to celebrate.”

  I smiled and nodded as I took the glass of champagne off her. “Thanks, but only one because I have to drive home later.”

  The smile on her face grew. “I may have organised for Nash to come and pick you up from work so you can have a drink.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really.”

  I took a long sip of my drink. “Well, after our argument this morning he might change his mind,” I muttered.

  Madison joined in the conversation. “It must be the day for arguments. J and I went a round this morning, too.” She took the orange juice that Roxie passed her. After a sip she exclaimed, “Men!”

  Harlow raised the glass of champagne Roxie had just given her. “To men who can be pushy and bossy,” she said and promptly drank almost the entire glass.

  My brows pulled together. “You okay, Harlow?”

  “Yeah.” She sighed and then continued, “I’m just a little over Scott always trying to get me to talk about my miscarriage. He doesn’t seem to get that I don’t want to talk about it.”

  Madison looked at her with concern. “Honey, I think he’s just worried about you.”

  Harlow drank the rest of her drink. “He needs to stop worrying about me. I’ll get through this but it’s gonna take some time.”

  I watched her closely. Harlow wasn’t coping at all well with the loss of her baby but she didn’t seem to realise this. Or else she was blocking it out and not facing it. I couldn’t blame her. Hell, I’d been where she was, so I understood what she was going through, but I had to give it to Scott for his patience. For a man not known for patience, he had proven otherwise where Harlow was concerned.

  As we stood in silence, none of us sure of what to say, Bobby saved the day when he interrupted. “Ya’ll need to be thankful you have a man to complain about. You have no idea what I’d give to have steady cock in my life.”

  Harlow laughed and said, “I’ll send mine your way if you’d like. It’s not like he’s getting any off me anyway.”

  “What? You’re still not having sex?” Roxie asked, clearly stunned. Harlow had told us a few weeks ago they weren’t having sex and Roxie had been surprised then, too.

  Harlow shook her head. “No.”

  “Why?” Roxie asked. She was always the one to ask the questions no one else did.

  Harlow motioned for Roxie to pour her another drink before quietly admitting, “I don’t know.”

  The pain in Harlow’s voice was clear and I had the urge to wrap her in my arms. Madison moved first, though, and put her arms around Harlow in a hug. Harlow didn’t return the hug but rather placed her head on Madison’s shoulder and began crying.

  Harlow’s grief dredged up my own grief over my miscarriages. Shit, I didn’t want to be thinking about this today. I nodded at Roxie for another glass of champagne. When she passed it to me, I promptly drained most of the glass in one go.

  “You okay?” Roxie asked softly while Madison continued to console Harlow, and Layla spoke with Bobby.

  Her concerned eyes were focused completely on me. We’d grown close while working together and I now counted her as one of my closest friends but we hadn’t really spoken about this. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. “Yeah.” My voice cracked slightly as I said this.

  “No, you’re not. Talk to me.”

  I motioned for another drink, and after a quick raise of her brows, she poured me one. After I drank some, I said, “I’ve had quite a few miscarriages and I’m not sure I’ll ever have kids. This is just stirring up feelings I’d rather avoid.”

  “I take it you want kids.”

  “Like you wouldn’t believe,” I admitted quietly, the ache in my heart growing.

  She reached out and placed her hand on my arm. So out of character for Roxie. She was not a woman who engaged in displays of affection. “Have you spoken to Nash about this or have you been bottling this up?”

  I sighed. “Roxie, he’s just beginning to deal with his own loss after all these years. I don’t want to burden him with my shit.”

  “Isn’t that what relationships are all about? Sharing the highs and lows.”

  “Yeah, but the timing isn’t right.”

  “Is it ever right?”

  “I think there are certainly times that are more right than others.” The champagne had started to buzz through my system and I drank more, silently begging it to hurry up and block the pain pricking my heart.

  “I disagree, Velvet. If something is upsetting you, you have every right to ask your partner to help you through it regardless of what he is going through at the time.” Her gaze slid to my glass of alcohol before coming back to meet mine. “Better to talk it through with him than to drink your way into denial.”

  The truth in her words hit home and I blew out a long breath. “Shit,” I muttered.

  “Are you finished with your treatments?”

  “Almost. Why?”

  “Because I think you should call Nash and ask him to come and get you now. Actually, you go finish and I will call him while you do.”

  I smiled at her. “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “All good,” she replied, and I knew she hadn’t grasped my full meaning.

  I placed my hand on her arm and said, “No, I mean thank you for being a good friend. I don’t have
very many so it means a lot to have you.”

  She stared at my hand on her arm for what felt like a long time and then she shocked the shit out of me by putting her arms around me and pulling me close for a hug. “I don’t have a lot either,” she murmured before letting me go.

  I watched as she headed for the phone at the front counter, a warm, happy feeling surging through me. She hadn’t said much but her actions did all her speaking; Roxie valued my friendship just as much as I valued hers, and that was something I truly treasured.

  * * *

  An hour later, Nash walked through the doors of the salon, his eyes trained on me as he strode to where I stood at the back of the shop.

  “Thanks for coming,” I said, smiling at him.

  He bent his face to place a kiss on my lips, and when he ended it, I curled my hand around the back of his neck to keep his lips where they were. I needed more. As I deepened the kiss, he groaned into my mouth, and the way his body moved into mine told me he loved every second of it.

  “Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?” he asked when I finally let him go. His hand was on my ass and he didn’t move away from me.

  “That was for coming to get me, and for being you, and for loving me,” I said, the words gushing out of me thanks to the alcohol in my system.

  “You never need to thank me for picking you up. If you need me, I’m here for you,” he replied and then paused for a moment before asking, “You ready to go?” His voice had turned gruff and it hit all the right spots.

  As the sensations his voice caused rushed through me, my eyes dropped to his chest and I took in the hard muscles his grey t-shirt hid, and then my gaze slid lower to his jeans and motorcycle boots. Everything about this man turned me on.

  I looked back up into his face. His amused expression was hard to miss as he waited patiently for me to answer him. “Yes, I’m ready,” I muttered, mentally berating myself for being so easily distracted.

  His brows rose. “You sure, sweet thing? Wouldn’t want to interrupt you.”

  I rolled my eyes and turned to walk into the back office to grab my bag. As I came back out to him, I smacked him lightly on the chest and said, “Take me home. I’m ready for some Nash loving.”

  “Jesus,” he cursed. “I’ve gotta get back to work.”

  Placing my hands on my hips, I cocked my head and asked, “Is Nash Walker turning down sex?”

  Lust blazed in his eyes. “You should know I never turn down sex, but it’ll have to be quick ‘cause Scott will bust my balls if I’m not back at the clubhouse soon.”

  “If it’s too much hassle, I can take care of myself, Nash. I’ll send you a video,” I teased, loving the scowl that fell over his face.

  He dipped his face so he could growl in my ear. “If anyone’s gonna be taking care of you today, it’s gonna be me. Understood?”

  My legs squeezed together as I nodded. I couldn’t resist one last opportunity to rev him up, though. “A video would still be fun, right? I could make you one later today, you know, to help you get through until you see me tonight.”

  He slapped my ass and commanded, “Outside now. And if you send me a video, you better be naked and ready for when I finish work, because the only thing your night will involve will be my cock and your pussy, and whatever the fuck I decide to do with them.”

  I grinned at him, but didn’t say anything else.

  He shook his head and with a jerk of his chin in the direction of the front door, he muttered, “Go.”

  As I walked past the girls, I apologised, “Sorry for leaving early. We didn’t even get to discuss what everyone is bringing to the party on Saturday.”

  “Blade and I will supply the alcohol,” Layla said, “but can any of you come and pick it up from the bar on Friday because I don’t have time to bring it over.”

  I nodded. “Sure, I have Friday off.”

  “Yeah, I do, too,” Madison said, “so I can come and help.”

  “I’m working at the café on Friday so I can’t help, sorry,” Harlow said.

  “No worries, Velvet and I can do it,” Madison declared.

  Nash came up behind me and his lips brushed my ear. “Keep walking, sweet thing, before you sign me up for anything,” he directed.

  Roxie eyed Nash, and suggested, “Take your man home, Velvet. He’s looking a little edgy there.”

  Laughing, I agreed, “Yeah, we better go. I’ve got a job for him to do at home before I let him go back to work.”

  As we walked out to his bike, butterflies whooshed through me at the feel of Nash’s hand on my body as he guided me. Some days it felt like we’d just started dating, and I loved that he still made me feel that way.

  * * *

  My home phone was ringing when we arrived. Nash groaned when I ran to the kitchen to answer it, but I had been waiting on a call from my mum so I ignored the impatient look he gave me.

  The phone call wasn’t from my mother, but rather, a telemarketer who I struggled to get off the phone. Nash stood in front of me undoing his belt and then his jeans. His eyes remained locked on mine, and goddamn if I wasn’t turned on watching him. When his hands moved to the bottom of my short skirt and found their way under it, a shiver of anticipation ran through me. And when his hand slid into my panties and his finger teased my pussy, I tried like hell to get the woman off the phone, but she wouldn’t let me get a word in. I couldn’t bring myself to just hang up on her, though. Damn manners.

  Nash pressed his lips to my neck and licked and sucked me for a moment before growling, “Hang the phone up, baby, my cock is so fuckin’ hard right now.”

  I shut my eyes and bit my lip as I tilted my hips trying to get closer to him. The woman kept talking but I didn’t hear a word of what she said. My mind was completely consumed by Nash now.

  In the end, he grabbed the phone out of my hand and hung it up for me. Then he grabbed hold of my top and ripped it open. Buttons scattered everywhere as he pulled it off. His lips swept across mine, hard and rough. And when his eyes found mine again, he said, “When you sew those buttons back on, you’ll be naked in front of me so I can watch. Every damn button you have to sew back on will make you remember what I’m about to do to you. And I wanna see you remember.”

  Oh, God.

  My legs trembled, and I fought to keep my balance.

  His phone rang and frustration flashed across his face as he reached into his pocket to retrieve it. Placing one hand on my collarbone, he curled his fingers around my neck and held me in place, up against the kitchen counter, while he answered his phone.

  Unable to concentrate on much more than his hand at my neck and his body against mine, I barely registered his conversation, but it was quick because it didn’t take him long before he said, “Change of plans, sweet thing. Scott doesn’t need me straight away so we’ve got some extra time.”

  Before I could respond, he’d let me go and had stalked to my kitchen table. A few moments later, he returned with a chair and placed it in the centre of the kitchen. Then he came to me and stripped my remaining clothes off. His movements were decisive and I knew he had a plan for this, and that excited the hell out of me. I loved Nash taking charge like this.

  He pointed at the seat and directed, “Sit.”

  I did as he said, and watched as he took his clothes off. Our eyes didn’t leave each other’s until he turned to rummage through my drawers. He went through a few drawers and I knew he couldn’t find what he was searching for by the frustrated grunts he made. After he cursed a few times, he grabbed something out of one of the drawers and slammed it shut. Turning back to me, he held plastic wrap. I wondered where he was going with this, but he didn’t make me wait too long before showing me.

  Kneeling in front of me, he wrapped the plastic wrap around my waist and the chair, binding me to it. When he had me secured, he stood and dumped the box of wrap on the counter before looking down at me. “All this fuckin’ gift wrapping has got me in the mood, and after all the pla
ying you’ve been doing with me – driving me fuckin’ crazy from all your teasing – I figure it’s my turn to play with you. Couldn’t find what I was after, but this will do,” he said, nodding his head at the wrap around my waist.

  Mental note – tease Nash more often.

  He traced my lips with his finger. “Do you want my cock in here as much as I do?”

  God, yes.

  I opened my mouth and sucked on his finger before letting it go and saying, “I always want your cock in there, Nash.”

  A grunt escaped his mouth and he straddled me without resting his full weight on my legs. His lips crashed down onto mine and he kissed me deep and hard. Demanding. And fuck, it was erotic having him sit on me like this. One of his hands held my cheek and the other held my neck, and I loved his firm grip. There wasn’t anything more of turn on to me than a man who liked to dominate in the bedroom.

  He continued to kiss me, keeping one hand around my neck while trailing his other hand down my body to play with my breasts and nipples, all while grinding himself against me. He worked me into such a state that all I wanted to do was move with him, however the plastic wrap that bound me to the chair prevented me from moving. And that drove me crazy.

  I reached for his cock, determined to drive him just as crazy, but his hand quickly moved to mine and halted my progress. Pulling his lips from mine, he rasped, “No touching until I say so.” He moved both my hands so they hung by my side. “Don’t move them from there,” he ordered.

  My eyes widened. It was unlike Nash not to want me to touch him. “You’re kidding, right?” I asked.

  Shaking his head, he said, “No, I’m not. We’re gonna play a game and it doesn’t involve your hands on me.”

  “What kind of game?” Excitement pulsed through me at the thought.

  He moved off me and stood. Taking hold of his cock, he began gently tugging it. Keeping his eyes on mine, he said, “The kind of game where you tell me what you want me to get you for Christmas.”