Page 33 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“Um, thank you,” I manage in a choked tone. I don’t really want to get into it because the fact that he’s paying medoesmake me a little uncomfortable. I definitely don’t want to think about it too much.
Nash is opening his mouth to say something, but then I realize something myself.
“Wait!” I exclaim. He looks alarmed, but I calm down and smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that so loud, but we were playing pool wrong.”
“Hm?” he asks quizzically.
“You don’t take turns. It’s you go until you miss. We weren’t playing the right way.” I can’t believe I didn’t see that before.
“Oh, yeah. I know,” he rumbles.
I scrunch my nose.
“Youknew?”
“Yeah, I just didn’t want to totally destroy you by getting everything in like that, so I thought it would be better to go back and forth.” My mouth is open wide in surprise. I can’t believe this man was taking pity on me.
“Next time, I want a fair fight. I’m going to practice and beat you, just you see,” is my playful answer. Nash’s shoulders go up and down as he silently laughs. “I’m being serious!” I exclaim.
That doesn’t help at all, and he throws his head back letting out that deep belly laugh that I love.
I guess I’m notthatmad.
He’s finally able to control his chuckles and looks me in the eye. It gets super serious all of a sudden. There’s nowhere for me to hide from his penetrating gaze.
“I guess it’s getting kind of late,” I say in a faltering voice. “Maybe we should …?” I trail off because Nash isn’t responding in any way to what I’m saying. “What?” I ask, needing to know what he is thinking.
His blue eyes flash dangerously.
“Dance for me,” he growls.
My mouth falls open.
“I’m sorry?”
“Dance for me and use your pool cue,” he commands.
I look at the cue in my hands, not really sure what Nash wants. I’ve never done a sexy dance in my life, and I’m sure what he is requesting is a sexy dance.
“How do I do that?” I stammer.
“I don’t know,” he grins. “But you’ve got to earn your keep, so I know you’ll figure it out.” He hangs his cue back on the little shelf thing built for it and leans against the edge of the bar. He’s only a couple feet away, close enough to grab me, but he has his arms crossed over his chest.
I look at my cue again, willing it to give me some kind of hint. Using it like a mobile pole is probably my best option. Or am I supposed to use it like a walking stick of some sort, like Liza Minnelli inCabaret? I place the wider end on the ground, wrapping my fingers around the top.
I walk around in a circle, testing out the stability of the thing. Back at the point I started, I face Nash, one hand twisted behind me. I start a descent, my knees parting and dress riding up. I pop my butt out and rise back up.
I look over at Nash, and he has a gleam in his eye. It gives me more confidence, and I add additional spirit to my dance. I rub my hands down my thighs, and inch my dress further and further up, stopping right before my panties. I pull the neckline of my dress down a little bit to show my cleavage off even more.
I’m so caught up in the moment that when Nash grabs me, I almost scream. I drop the cue, and it falls to the ground, making a loud clattering sound. I wince in Nash’s arms, surprised by the sound, but he doesn’t let go of me. Instead, he holds my head up by putting a finger under my chin.
I lick my lips, looking at his perfectly-sculpted mouth. I can’t wait anymore, and I bring my face to his. Our lips touch, and I press further into him, feeling his hard body. His hand snakes down my back until he grabs my ass and pushes me into his pelvis.
He moves his lips across my cheeks over to my ear. He takes the hand I have flat on his chest and brings it down his body, so I can grab his hard pole.
“This is what you do to me, do you know that? I want you, Nellie. I want you so fucking bad,” he rasps in my ear. I massage him, feeling the massive girth he has.
Nash pushes me backwards until my legs hit the pool table. He reaches behind me, clearing the surface, before pushing me down onto the felt.
