I huff out a breath and purse my lips at him playfully. “You’re a man, you can take it.”
Using the hand I’m still squeezing, he yanks me forward until I slam against his hard chest. Then my hand is pulled around to my lower back. His solid length pokes into my stomach. He touches his lips to mine briefly before he pulls back, a look of smoldering lust filling his eyes as he gazes down at me.
“We’ll see just how much both of us can take tonight.”
My body reacts by sagging in his arms. He smirks as he uses both of our hands against my back to hold me up. I don’t have it in me to tell him I won’t be home tonight. Sundays are usually reserved for Avery. It’s something we’ll have to discuss later. Coming here today is already taking time away from her. I know I probably spend too much time at my parents’ place, but Avery is there, and I like to eat up any time I can with her. She may not know I’m her mother, but I like to do all the “sisterly” things I can with her.
After another short but no less scorching kiss, he turns away from me. Instead of knocking like I expected him to do, he grabs the knob, pushes the door open, and drags me inside. Hearing voices, we follow them into the living room where we find Nathan’s friends. There’s a dark-haired man sitting on a chair with a blonde woman on his lap. Another man with dark-blond hair with sunglasses resting on his head sits with his feet propped up on the coffee table and the feet of a black-haired woman in his lap, massaging them.
They all look our way, and it’s evident by the surprised looks on their faces that Nathan didn’t tell anyone I would be tagging along. It’s the blond man who speaks first.
“’S’bout time you got here,” he says. His eyes move to me and his lips tip up into a sexy smirk. “And look, he brought 9B with him.” He turns his head back to the black-haired girl and winks.
I don’t have a chance to dwell on his comment before I feel Nathan stiffen, at the same time the woman he winke
d at jabs his stomach with her toes.
The man winces, but laughs good-naturedly. “Fuck me, woman. I’m gonna make a complaint for all the abuse you give me,” he remarks, rubbing the sore spot.
“To who?” The woman sits up and swings her feet to the floor.
“Fuck if I know, but as soon as I find out, I’m doing it.”
“Dork,” the woman mutters.
The woman gets up and makes her way toward us, with the blonde woman following her. When the man from the couch makes a move to get up, Nathan points at him. “Stay right the fuck there and shut your mouth.”
He falls back in his seat while throwing a middle finger at him, and mutters, “Whatever.”
The women’s smiles are big when they stop in front of us, and it makes me slightly uncomfortable. I shift on my feet. Nathan notices and throws an arm over my shoulders.
“You must be Emberleigh,” the blonde woman says sweetly.
My surprise at her knowing my name must register on my face, because she grins bigger.
“Nathan’s mentioned you a time or two. Anyway, I’m Abby, and this is Willow.” She throws a thumb over her shoulder. “The hot guy on the chair is my husband, Colt.”
“Hey,” Tegan calls. “I’m hot too, damn it.”
Ignoring him, Abby holds out her hand, and I reach for it. “It’s nice to meet you,” I say sincerely.
We release hands and Willow throws hers out next. “You’ll have to excuse Tegan. He likes to play in the clouds sometimes.”
“I heard that,” Tegan says loudly, sounding offended.
Willow’s eyes turn mischievous when she says, “You were supposed to.”
“Oh” is his mumbled reply.
A laugh escapes my lips before I can stop myself. “No worries.”
“Anyway, come sit,” Abby offers, then turns on her bare feet and she and Willow walk back to their seats.
Nathan squeezes my shoulder, kisses the side of my head, then murmurs against my hair, “Told you so.”
I jab his side but smile at him. I like his friends. They seem like nice people. And I can already tell I’ll be laughing a lot around Tegan.
Nathan and I take a seat at the other end of the couch. I decline a drink when Abby offers me one, but Nathan accepts a soda.