“This is Natasha,” he pronounces as he kisses the back of my hand. His eyes linger on my face with a look I have not seen before. Oh, I like drunk Josh—he’s quite charming.
“Showstopper, it’s nice to meet you,” one of the men says as he puts his hand out to shake mine. I frown and Josh and the other man burst into laughter.
“Showstopper? I’m sorry you have me at a loss,” I frown.
“We,” he gestures to him and his friend, “have renamed you Showstopper.” I frown as Josh once again kisses the back of my hand without one bit of embarrassment. Hmm, I definitely do like this cuddly version of my man.
“You are a showstopper because we weren’t allowed to go to any strip shows tonight because,” he puts his two fingers up to accentuate the quote, “Natasha wouldn’t like it.” He pokes me in the chest as he smiles at me. Really. This is news. My face turns red as I smile at Josh and he pulls me into an embrace and kisses my forehead. I smile, a little embarrassed and unsure what to say. He’s dead on target; I would have gone postal if he went to a strip club tonight. The two men giggle and Josh leans in and grabs my face.
“I fucking adore you.” He then grabs me and starts to full–on tongue kiss me in front of his two friends. Ok, not so sure about the cuddly PDA now, way too far. I pull back and do wide eyes at him to signify for him to stop it. He giggles and starts to kiss my hand again. Jeez, he’s so touchy and over–the–top affectionate. The two men laugh and one slaps a fifty–dollar bill into the other’s hand.
“I told you. I give it six months and he’ll be fucking married.” Thankfully Josh didn’t hear that. He’s too busy trying to sex me up in public with my fingers in his mouth. Oh boy, I need to get him home or he will try to go for it on the pool table. I pull him over to the door and out into the cool air and he trips down the stairs.
“How much have you drunk, baby?” I giggle and he stumbles.
“Too fucking much.”
“We’re going home,” he announces to the bodyguards and they in turn smile at me as if to say job well done.
“Can you give my keys to my friend please?” Big burly guy smiles and nods and disappears into the pub. Abbie takes the keys and smiles and gives me the thumbs up. She probably will get with Todd tonight. Yuk, so not going there. Josh and I stumble towards his limo with his arm draped around my shoulder.
“ I’m going to take you home and fuck you three ways,” he slurs into my ear as he stumbles sideways. We both sidestep down the footpath.
“Josh, sshh, keep your voice down,” I whisper as I look around to see if anyone can hear him. Jeez three ways, what the hell? My eyes widen. Oohh, shit, I know what he means… surely not. Not when he’s in this state. Maybe I should have gotten drunk tonight too. We get to the limo and I open the door and signify for him to get in before me. Instead he pushes me up against the car with the door open behind me. He slowly swipes his tongue through my open lips as his hands hold onto either side of my face. I feel faint as my heart–rate picks up. How in the hell can this man bring me to my knees even in this inebriated state? He slowly and gently commands my arousal as he kisses me deeply, his tongue demanding me to give myself over to him. He tastes like Cointreau and his now hard, throbbing length is digging into my hip, my body softening against his hardness. He pulls back and stares into my eyes.
“Do you love me?” My heart jumps and my world stops spinning on its axis. Never in a million years did I imagine he was going to ask that question.
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation, relieved that he asked and I didn’t have to spit it out on my own. He smiles the most beautiful smile I have ever seen and I fall just little bit harder. How did I get here, so in love with a man that I can’t even see straight?
“Get in the car baby, let’s go home,” I whisper. I don’t need to go anywhere in all honesty, as long as I’m with him I am already home. Even blind drunk he has me totally under his spell. In fact I am the one feeling intoxicated, drunk on his pheromones. He nods and kisses me again.
“Hmm,” he whispers as his eyes stay closed.
“Josh…Car,” I smile.
“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 door frame 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 head rest and closes his eyes. After about ten minutes I look up at Adrian and he frowns.