Page 41 of Meant For Love
“I mean, look at our parents or anyone from our family. They pretty much have the best relationships. I’m sure they argue, but it’s meaningless. I think most of them argue just to have makeup sex.”
“Can we never put our parents and sex in the same sentence?” I fake gag. “Please.”
“What I’m saying is, maybe he’s that perfect. Maybe everything is going fine because he’s your person. Maybe, just maybe, you’ve found someone who is all that and a big dick.” She smirks and stands up. “Maybe you should be thanking your past drunken self for your present and future sore-vagina self.”
It's my turn to laugh, and while I’m laughing, I spot Nash walking into the water. “Hey, you two.” He comes right to me, bending to kiss my lips. “What are you talking about?”
“Your big dick and her moving to LA.” If I could kill her, I think I would. I look at Nash to see if he’s going to be pissed about what she just said, but instead, he shakes his head and wraps his arms around my waist before bending his legs and pulling me onto his lap.
“Sounds like I missed a good conversation, then,” he replies as I wrap an arm around his shoulders.
“I mean, she did say you’re selfish and always come before her,” Zara deadpans, and I splash her with water.
“What? I’m trying to help you. He’s probably going to go all caveman on you and make sure you have all the orgasms you can handle. We’ll probably have to wheel you to the plane tomorrow.” She gets up out of the water, turning to walk to the shore. “You’re welcome. Now I have two hours before day drinking ends, so if you two lovebirds will excuse me, I have a drink to find.”
We both watch her walk out of the water and hold up her hand for a drink. “Your cousin is a nut,” Nash says. “Did you really talk about my big dick?”
I look at him. “Yes, and also your selfish ways. Funny how you didn’t bring that up.” He turns me so I’m straddling him.
“Baby,” he murmurs, kissing my neck, “we both know it’s almost three to one with us.”
“Yes, because you’re selfish and won’t let me come when I want to come.” I avoid looking at him, not even telling him that since we’ve been together—and he’s been pushing me to hold out longer—my orgasms have been earth-shattering. There are things he needs to know and that is not one of them. “See? Selfish.”
“I’ll take it,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
“What were you talking about with my father?” I ask him, and he stops nuzzling.
“You know, just the regular. The weather, the stock market, and if I break your heart, he’s going to break my face.” I gasp. “I mean, he didn’t say it in those words.” He laughs. “Actually, he said it exactly in those words.”
“What did you tell him?” I ask, holding my breath.
“I told him that if anyone is going to break anyone’s heart, it’ll be you breaking mine.” I don’t know why, but the way he says it makes my heart hurt. “Then he laughed and said probably, but he’s okay with that.”
“That sounds about right.” I try not to let his words get to me, nor do I want to think about how his words have hit me right where it hurts. Instead, I wrap my arms around him and lay my head on his shoulder as we sit in the warm water.
I walk up the steps to the plane, smiling at the flight attendant waiting for us. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Griffin,” he greets, and it always shocks me when I’m called that.
“Good afternoon,” I say, walking in and putting my bag in one of the seats, turning to see Nash enter the plane and give the man a chin up before walking and dumping his own bag in the same seat as mine.
“We will be off as soon as the bags are stowed,” he says.
“Where do you want to sit?” Nash asks me as he pulls me to his side. My hands go on his blue button-down shirt that is again open at the top of his chest. “I’m going to go to the bathroom before we take off,” he states and then leans in to whisper in my ear. “Do you want to come with me?”
“Yes, wait for me in there.” I kiss the hinge of his jaw before he laughs and walks away.
I sit in the chair, knowing once he comes back, he will sit in the chair right next to me instead of sitting in the one in front of me. I take out my phone and open my Instagram, showing me I was tagged in a couple of pictures from Grace. One of them is the four of us last night. Nash stands behind me with his one arm wrapped around the top of my chest. My arm is folded up and linked with his dangling fingers, while his other hand is around my waist, trying to grab my other hand. My head is turned to the side, smiling at him, while he grins back at me. It was right before he leaned in and kissed me. My eyes only look at the two of us before I double tap it and write a heart comment.
“I knew you weren’t coming,” Nash huffs when he slides into the seat beside me. “I even waited.”
I look over at him. “Too bad you didn’t hold your breath. It would have been a very bad flight.” I turn the phone toward him. “Did you see this picture?”
“I did.” He takes out his own phone, and I see our wedding picture is his screen saver, and then shows me his Instagram where I see he’s cropped Caine and Grace out. “Caine even wrote a comment,” he says, and I grab his phone to read it. “You forgot to tag my hand that’s cut off, dick.” That makes me laugh. “I want to get it framed.”
“Okay,” I tell him as the plane takes off. It takes us ten minutes before he gets up and pulls me out of the chair to go sit on the couch. I go through my emails quickly when he lunges, putting his head in my lap. “Comfy?”
“I’d be more comfy if you took off your shirt and I could sleep on your tits, but this will do.” My hand comes down to play with his hair as I scroll through my to-do list and add a couple of things. When I look down, he’s asleep, and I refuse to move to wake him up. He wakes up three hours later, looking up at me. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I tell him.