I nodded. “How long you staying? I presume you’re staying here.”
“Yeah, brother. I don’t know how long yet.” He jerked his hea
d in the direction of the bedroom he usually crashed in and I nodded. “I’m gonna crash for a few hours, man.”
“Sure. We’re going for a ride. Be back later this afternoon so I’ll catch you then.”
He focused on Velvet. “See you later, darlin’.”
She smiled. “Bye.”
Once he’d left us, she asked me, “Kick’s Storm, right? But not Brisbane?”
“Yeah, he’s Sydney chapter. We go back about eight years. He’s always had my back.”
Nodding, she said, “Okay, dishes and then I wanna cuddle up to the back of you on your bike.”
I curled my hand around her neck, and brushed my lips against hers. “Fuck, the things you say, baby.”
She rested her hand on my ass, and whispered, “The things I say have got nothing on the words that come out of your mouth.”
I grinned.
She was right.
***
I watched Velvet walk back into the bedroom, my eyes taking in the t-shirt of mine she was wearing. I’d just fucked her after she gave me a mind shattering blow job, and I was wondering why the hell she’d put clothes back on after cleaning up in the bathroom.
“What’s with the shirt, babe?”
She crawled onto the bed, positioning herself half on me and half on the bed. I put my arm around her and rested my hand on her ass, pulling the shirt up so I could feel skin.
“You’ve got a visitor in the house, Nash. I don’t want to be roaming around naked if I get up during the night.”
I chuckled. “Kick wouldn’t mind.”
“I’m just going to ignore you said that. Or better still, how about I take it off and go visit him in his room. You reckon he’d like that? And you’d be okay with that?”
“Fuck. Okay, woman, you win. I see your fuckin’ point,” I grumbled.
She fell quiet for a moment, before asking, “How did you meet Kick?”
“I met him in prison.”
She moved so that she was lying almost on her stomach with her arms resting on my chest. Her eyes met mine; questioning. This wasn’t something I ever spoke about; it was all new to her. “Because you were open about that, I’m going to assume you’re okay with talking about it but if not, just tell me to back off. What were you in prison for?”
I ran my hand over her hair as I answered her; I liked the constant contact with her when she was near. It helped calm my demons; the demons that pushed to the surface when I thought about this time in my life. “For assault.”
Her eyes were kind; she held no judgment. “How long were you there?”
“Two years.”
Silence surrounded us as she took it in, her eyes never leaving mine. She seemed to be weighing something up. Finally, she asked, “Nash, have you ever talked about this with anyone?”
“Yeah, babe.” I fought the rising anxiety, and focused on her in an effort to quiet it.
She chewed her lip and then wiggled her way up my body a little bit so that our faces were closer. Her warm breath settled on my skin as we stared at each other. When she reached her hand up to run her fingers through my hair, my anxiety calmed and I blew out a breath.