CHAPTER527
I’m still smiling as I’m led hand in hand across the hall of the nightclub towards the inner entranceway, Arrick has his phone to his ear and is trying to locate his friends, now we are here, almost two hours later than intended.
Arrick made good on peeling my panties off, after teasing me mercilessly after dinner. He made love to me when we were supposed to be getting ready that turned into another marathon of assorted positions, and now we are seriously late. I am starting to think he might be right about matched stamina, I even made him sweat this time, and he gave up before I did. Calling a time out and having to lay on the bed with me on top to finish what he started. Was my first time being in control and I think I like it the most.
I’m eyeing up that tight, firm ass in black jeans, his upper body encased in his leather jacket, over a dark grey shirt and from here he looks like a swoon some cover model for about any sexy male product currently trending.
I am a super lucky girl.
He’s scanning around at milling people, my fingers entangled with his, while Nathan tries to direct us to another VIP room in a club we have never tried, on his cell. There are three flights of stairs down here and he pulls me towards the middle ones.
“Sure, we’re in the foyer… Yeah up to the left. See you in a second.” He hangs up and turns to me with a smile, another kiss hitting my lips softly. He hasn’t been able to stop kissing or touching me in hours, evidently happy that I am finally moving in with him. I can’t wipe the smile from my face either, it all feels so right.
The club is noisy, smoky, and loud; crowded to the max with people in the party mood and he has to forge a path, pulling me close and putting his arm around me as he squeezes us through to find our own party. He leads me up some stairs and we soon find our way in a slightly quieter, cordoned off, area with a roped off entrance. The bouncer nods his way and pulls the rope off for us to pass with a smile. Arrick nods back and guides me protectively.
“Mr Carrero.” He closes the rope behind us and lets us walk towards the crowded small bar surrounded by Arrick’s friends. I grin at the fact he is getting more known in recent months and his face seems to be gracing more billboards than ever before; although I am glad he isn’t being pestered by paparazzi yet, I know it will come though. Arrick squeezes my hand, pulling me to the group of rowdy people as we are enveloped into hello’s, back slaps and handshakes from all the familiars.
Arrick lets go of me for a moment as Nathan gives him a typical male hug and back pat, and Arrick turns, pulling me forward into the crook of his arm, hanging it around my shoulders casually. I lean in against him and rest my head into the place where his shoulder meets his chest.
“Late for your own celebration? You fucking suck, man.” Nathan chides him with a grin, giving him a naughty, knowing nod.
“I was busy.” Arrick smiles and takes the beer handed to him with a grin and shrug; Nathan hands me a glass of red wine and I smile thankfully, watching Arrick’s profile with complete adoration tonight. He always looks so much sexier in jeans and buttons downs with his jacket; that face seems more tanned and his eyes lighter when in contrast to dark colors. I love him in sweats and tee shirts too, but tonight he is giving me serious butterflies and panty twisting urges, dressed like that. I wonder if it’s because he literally worked me up to fever pitch heights before we came out, and I’m still relaxing in the afterglow.
“Yeah sure you were. You know Sophs, this guy was never late for anything, ever, before you! You are the worst influence on him.” Nathan leans in and catches Arrick’s collar, pulling it forward to peer down, and catches sight of fresh love bites across his collar bone on the non-tattooed side. Arrick shoves him off with a laugh.
“Shut up.” I smile, knowing fine well it’s Arry who wouldn’t let me get off the bed while his face was between my thighs. He started the whole thing.
“You are the worst girlfriend ever.” Nathan laughs at me, tilts his beer with a little nod to my abilities.
“Or the best.” Arrick smirks dirtily and winks at me, making me giggle, despite the creeping blush up my face. Pretty sure they are aiming blame at me when king libido was the one making all the moves. He also taught me how to even make a love bite, and then I had to practice on him to master the art.
“Keep it up, you might convince me that I can hack the one girl, guy thing.” Nathan laughs but it comes across as far more serious and I eye him up warily.
“She said she was coming after eleven, when she gets off her shift at work. If you like her, Nate, then stop being an asshole.” I point out and Arrick breaks into a smile, nudging at his best friend with a small shrug and a ‘my girlfriends direct’ kind of look.
“I need to be a lot drunker than this if I’m going to have to grovel tonight. Just tell me she didn’t take him back, Sophs?” Nathan looks completely panicked, face paling as he seriously ponders his plan for her arrival. I shake my head at him, a small part of me glad that he is even contemplating this, but still a huge part of me feels the need to lecture him for all the shit he’s put her through the past two weeks. She has been a mess. Christian and I have tried everything to cheer her up, shocked that she fell to pieces over Nate and never Mark.
“No, she didn’t. Not really going to jump back to a guy when she’s been sobbing over you, is she? Why are you waiting for her to arrive? Man-up and text her, Nate; she’s suffered enough. I swear if you keep fucking this up, I will personally maim you.” I softly punch him in the shoulder with a little more grit than I intended to. Still pissed that he’s the reason Jenny has been a moping hell and her work at school has been horrendous all week. She would have been better off taking sick days.
“Now I see why you always look like a cat has eaten you for breakfast. Sophie is terrifying; I can only imagine what she does to you during sex.” Nate smirks, dodges another slap aimed at his head this time and keeps grinning.
“Keeps me smiling. Pretty fucking awesome sex.” Arrick shoves his shoulder playfully and I slap both in the abdomens, for keeping on talking about my sex life like this. It’s embarrassing, especially acting like I beat him or harm him crazily; it’s just a few little marks and the occasional nibble.
He needs to man up."
