Page 43 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
He grins.
“We’ll continue this later. Why don’t you get the door, and I’ll take care of this …,” Nash trails off and looks down. I look down with him and see his sizable erection.
“Oh, okay. I’ll let our guests in.”
“Good girl.” He kisses my forehead and then lets me go. I’m wearing one of the filmy night dresses Nash bought me with a lingerie set underneath. I also have on a high pair of heels. I didn’t think we’d wear the usual, but Nash told me to because having Colt over wasn’t like having a “regular” guest over.
At first, I was hesitant. I was a little freaked out about dressing like this in front of Colton, but now, I’m not even worried. Trusting in Nash makes it that much easier. He makes me feel calm about everything, and takes away my fears.
Which is the exact opposite of life before him.
I get to the door and open it up. Colton and Amy are standing outside, and I almost lose all of my shit when I see my best friend.
“Nellie!” Amy squeals, opening up her arms and bringing me into a huge hug. She’s wearing a long coat, and it slips along my body as she rocks us back and forth. I wrap my arms around her, just as happy to see her.
We break apart and look at one another.
“I’m so happy you’re here!” I exclaim.
“I’m so happy to be here! Where’s Nash?”
“He’s in the kitchen. He should be out in a second. Do you want me to take your coat?” Amy nods and shrugs it off. Like me, she’s dressed in nothing but lacy, filmy lingerie and a pair of heels with her hair and make-up done perfectly. It doesn’t even feel strange. The men will be fully clothed, while the women wear close to nothing while teetering around in sky-high heels.
But my friend takes it all in a stride. Amy smiles as she hands me her coat, and I hang it up.
“Hi, Colt,” I say after putting Amy’s coat away.
I feel like I ignored him a little bit because I was so caught up in seeing my friend.
“Hey, Nellie.”
Suddenly, footsteps sound in back of us.
“Colt!” I turn around and see Nash walking over to us. I take a quick look down at his jeans, and it looks like he took care of what he needed to take care of.
“Nash, hey.” The two of them casually shake hands in that bro-y way guys do.
“Has Nellie been keeping you two entertained?” Nash asks.
“Yeah, she was very welcoming. I can tell this is going to be an amazing night already,” Colt grins.
Nash nods and drapes a heavy arm around me, pulling me close to his side. I blush a little bit. Sometimes Nash just gets to me. He’s always physically affectionate, and I’m a sucker for his gestures.
“Why don’t we just jump into dinner then?” I ask brightly. “I don’t want our meal getting cold.”
Amy and Colt follow us into the dining room. We didn’t have a chance to put any of the food on the table because Nash and I got distracted, but there’s already some wine and four glasses.
“You guys pour yourselves a glass of wine, and Nellie and I are going to bring the food out,” Nash instructs.
“Yeah, okay,” Colt answers. He picks up the wine and bottle opener. “I could use a drink if I’ve got to deal with this buffoon all night,” he cracks. The bottle makes a popping noise after Colt pulls out the cork.
“Whatever, man,” Nash chuckles. “Do what you gotta do.”
Nash takes my hand and leads me back to the kitchen.
“Looks like you managed to make yourself decent for company,” I tease.
“Not too decent, I hope,” he says with a smirk. I giggle and take the two bowls he’s offering me. Nash is doing most of the heavy lifting. I’ve just got the salad and a little bit of pasta. Nash has the roasted potatoes and steaks which I know are a lot heavier.
