Revive (Storm MC 3)

His relief was evident, and he murmured, “Thank fuck.”

Chapter 29

Love’s Poster Child ~ Keith Urban

Nash - 2 weeks later

I leant back in my chair, and laughed at the joke Carla had just told everyone. My arm was draped across the back of Velvet’s chair, and I moved it to her shoulders, and pulled her to me so I could plant a kiss on her forehead.

Surprise flickered across her face. “What was that for?”

“Because I can.”

Our eyes danced with each other, and I grew hard when I saw the desire in hers.

My brother broke the trance we were in. ‘Hey, do you two ever leave each other alone? Cause I’ve seen you three times in the last two weeks, and you’re always all over each other.”

I grinned at him. “Not if I can fuckin’ help it.”

He returned my grin. “Lucky fucker,” he muttered.

I looked around the table, and counted my fucking blessings. My family, and Velvet had all gathered to celebrate Carla’s birthday at Mum’s. Erika, Mum and Velvet had spent the afternoon cooking while Jamison and I had taken Carla skydiving. It was something she’d always wanted to do so we’d finally agreed to it. Jumping out of a plane wasn’t something on my bucket list, but I had to admit, it was pretty fucking exhilarating. It was maybe even something I would happily do again.

Mum started to clear the table, and Velvet hopped up straight away to help her. They exchanged smiles, and I thanked the universe for giving me two women as amazing as these two.

Carla started bouncing in her chair, clapping her hands together.

I jerked my chin at her. “What the hell’s got you so happy, babe?”

“It’s present time, Nash! What did you get me?”

I groaned. My sister was all about the presents; always had been. I pitied the poor fucker who ended up with her; if he didn’t get it right every birthday and Christmas, his life wouldn’t be worth living. “Settle down, darlin’. You’ll find out in a minute.”

Velvet looked at me and smiled; she’d helped me choose a present for Carla which meant this year, I was on a fucking winner. I’d have to milk this for everything it was worth; get as much out of Carla while she was still loving me for the present. I flicked a smile back at Velvet, and when she turned back to help Mum, I let my eyes drop to her ass. Christ, I really was a lucky fucker; Jamison was dead on the money.

Erika jumped in and helped clear the table while Jamison and I kept Carla occupied. When they’d finished, we all moved into the living room for present opening. Carla was almost bursting out of her skin in excitement.

“Bloody hell, Carla. Anyone would think you were still twelve, the way you’re going on,” Jamison grumbled.

She glared at him. “There’s nothing wrong with showing your happiness, Jamison.”

I stepped in before these two started a fight. Passing my present to her, I said, “Happy birthday, babe. You’re gonna fuckin’ love this present.”

Her excitement levels skyrocketed. “Really?” she asked, as she started ripping into the wrapping paper.

A second later, her entire face lit up, and the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her face took over. “Oh my God! I love it!” she squealed.

I curled an arm around Velvet’s shoulders and pulled her close, murmuring in her ear, “Remind me to show you my appreciation later on, yeah?”

She blasted her sexy smile at me, and breathed into my ear, “Don’t you worry, baby, I’ll be reminding you for a long time.”

“What did he get you?” Erika asked.

Carla, still beaming, held it up. “It’s a GHD Air hairdryer.”

Jamison frowned. “A G-what?”

I nodded at him. “Exactly, brother. All you need to know is that it’s a fuckin’ expensive hairdryer that’s guaranteed to make all the women in your life love you if you give them one.”