Comfortable?
Do I not look comfortable in my baggy jeans and tee? They’re comfy enough for lounging.
Unless…is Nash hinting that he wants me to put my cami and shorts back on instead? The set came from the junior’s section, so I never really considered them to be sexy or anything of the sort. In fact, I was wearing them the night Malcolm came over, and he didn’t even spare them a glance. But he’s also got a woman with a kid he obviously adores…
“I’ll be right back,” I say when I hurry to the bedroom and shut the door, my heart beating a million times a minute. It’s entirely possible that I’ve misinterpreted things and Nash didn’t mean anything. On the off chance that he did, I quickly undress, stripping out of my bra and panties too, then apply lotion to every inch of my body and brush my teeth before dressing in my pajamas. Looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I still look like the geeky computer girl who stopped growing at five foot nothing with only a half-decent rack.
If it’s been three years since Nash has been with a woman, his comment, if it even meant anything, could just be out of desperation to screw the closest available woman now that he’s a free man.
I’m okay with being convenient.
The old Lucy wouldn’t have considered engaging in meaningless sex with anyone, especially not an outlaw biker. This new and cancer-free Lucy would count her lucky stars to be touched by a man as hot as Nash.
Since I’ve taken three times the normal amount of time to change, I adjust my ponytail and fluff my bangs out of my eyes before forcing myself to return to the living room.
I don’t even look in Nash’s direction, but I can feel his heated stare on me as I cross the room and retake my seat next to him. Again, my knee and his thigh connect, but this time it feels different because my legs are nearly bare. I can feel the rub of his denim pants on my flesh, the heat from his body. And of course my gaze is lowered to his thigh and not whatever is on the television, which leads me directly to his crotch. I’m pretty sure there’s a notably raised ridge down the right side of his jean leg.
Nash’s leg bumps mine to get my attention before he says, “I need another beer. Want one?”
“S-sure,” I agree. Liquid courage is exactly what I need because I’ve never been in this situation before, where I want to jump the man sitting next to me but not sure how he would react to that. Barry and I started dating as teenagers and had all of our sexual firsts together after discussing and researching the logistics thoroughly like the dorks we were back then and still are.
Nash returns soon, offering me one of the open bottles. I stupidly take a sip before he sits down. His weight causes the cushions to sink in the center, the bottle to hit my tooth, and beer to dribble down my chin.
“Ow, shit!” I shout. Jeez, I am so out of my element here.
“You okay?” Nash asks with a quiet chuckle as he sinks back down, now with my knees ending up on top of his thigh so that he has to rest his arm over them. I’m so embarrassed I can’t look him in the eye.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I reply as I swipe my fingers over my chin to dry it off before trying again.
As I tip my bottle back, I finally sneak a peek at Nash’s face and find him watching my lips that are pressed to the opening. Intensely. Like the kind of look that makes me wonder if he’s about to jerk the bottle out of my hand, throw it across the room and then press me down into the sofa to kiss me until we’re humping each other through our clothes and have to tear them in half to get him inside of me. Because I’m pretty sure that’s the type of man Nash is. He’s not the kind to kiss a woman after a date, then wait a few weeks to run the bases before finally sealing the deal. No, when he’s in, I bet he’s all in, taking everything he wants at the same time whether it’s the first date or a woman he met at a bar.
But then I unfortunately remember that he’s not the kind of man to just pounce on me or anyone else because he’s been celibate for years! Ellie ruined him. If not for his ex-wife, I bet he would be that aggressive, horny male who enjoys throwing his big dick around wherever and whenever he wants. And yes, I’m almost certain it would be thick and long.
Lowering the bottle once I’ve nearly drained it, I turn my attention to the television to pretend to watch whatever is on.
Before my disappointment can wash over me, though, I feel the slightest twitch from Nash’s thumb brushing over my knee, the bottom one, which is so close to my inner thigh I stop breathing.
Suddenly, my phone rings, causing both of us to startle like two teenagers getting caught making out by their parents. Nash jerks his arm away as I jump up to search for my phone. Thankfully, my bottle is nearly empty or it would’ve spilled all over us.
My phone is still in my purse that I left on one of the stools at the counter. So, with my back to Nash, I put the bottle down and pull it out to see who is calling me at nine o’clock at night. The word “Mom” flashes on the screen with a photo of her in
