Chapter Twenty Three
Kade and I are quiet on the drive to breakfast. We pull up at a cute looking cafe and I can see Ashley standing there, leaning against her car. She's wearing denim short shorts and a pink tank top. She has a full face of makeup on and strappy wedges on her feet. I roll my eyes as Kade jumps out to go give her a hug. She grabs onto him and gives me a smug look. Do not hit her, Nikki, I repeat like a mantra over and over in my head. I walk over and Kade pulls me into his arms. I glance over at Ashley and she looks like she has swallowed a lemon.
The tension is so thick during breakfast, but Kade acts like nothing is wrong or that he doesn’t even notice it. I’m not sure which one is worse. Kade and Ashley are talking amongst themselves, but I’m just enjoying my breakfast and drinking my coffee. I don’t even bother to attempt to make conversation. Ashley pretends I’m not there, but Kade doesn’t. She watches silently as he feeds me a few bites from his plate.
A hot waiter comes over and asks if we need anything else. He stares over at me as he says it, not hiding the fact that he's checking me out. I avoid eye contact and don’t encourage him. I hear Kade bark out for the cheque, his voice harsh. We leave the restaurant, and before we make it to the Hummer, Ashley asks Kade what’s wrong.
“I don’t handle other men eyeing my girl very well,” he says through clenched teeth.
Ashley says nothing, but looks down at her feet. Kade glances over at her, and asks if she’s okay.
“I’m fine,” she says, sullen. Kade wraps her in a hug, and says he’ll see her later.
We get in the Hummer and I turn in my seat to face him. “She wants you,” I say knowingly.
“Not now, Nikki,” he sighs, resigned.
I sigh and think of a good way to salvage this morning. I take my seat belt off and lean towards him.
“What are you doing, Nikki?”
Instead of answering him, I undo his pants, grab his dick, and pull it out. Without hesitation, I suck him into my mouth, enjoying my treat.
“Shit,” Kade groans roughly. “You’re gonna get us into an accident.”
I stop what I’m doing and glance up at him, smirking.
“Then you better concentrate on driving, huh?” I say before I get back to my work. It’s not long before he finds his release, pulling my head back, and finishing in my hand. He knows I don’t like that shit in my mouth.
I sit back in my seat and buckle up, cleaning up with the facial wipes I have in my handbag. “You’re gonna be the death of me, f**k. What a way to go though, right?” he says with a grin.
I giggle.
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We're spending the night in, lounging around, and watching movies. It's James's turn to choose and he picks The Expendables. This movie kicks ass, if they made a chick one I would totally sign up for that. In the middle of the movie the doorbell rings. We all look at each other and frown, not really expecting anyone. I shrug and get up to answer the door. Maybe it’s Layla, that would be a nice surprise. Before I even get to the door, I hear high pitched giggles. Okay, not Layla. I open the door and two blonde bimbos are standing before me. Now, I try not to judge, but these two are asking for it.
Dressed identically, they're both wearing the shortest shorts I have ever seen in my life. They are pretty much denim panties. Their tops consist of string bikinis with a net see through thing over it, and I’m pretty certain they didn't just come from the beach. They look like they shoved their faces in a bucket of paint, that’s how thick their makeup is. The dazed look in their eyes makes me wonder if they've been sniffing too much bleach, since that’s what they definitely use on their fake white blonde hair. Oh, and the orange, splotchy, fake tan. Yeah, not cute. When they both see me, their eyes narrow.
“We're here for Kade and James,” one announces in a baby voice. Oh, hell. The baby voice. Layla's and my number one pet peeve. Women who put on a fake babyish sounding voice because they think men find it hot. I groan out loud. While I’m distracted with feeling sorry for myself, they walk into the house like they own it. I slam the door, and then head back into the living room, wondering how exactly this was going to play out. Both James and Kade look shocked to see them. Bimbo one tries to cuddle up to Kade, but he pushes her off, standing up.
“Sorry, but I’m taken now. Nikki’s my girl,” he says as he points to me. Her lip curls up, disgusted.
“Kade, you know I don’t do threesomes with another woman,” she pouts.
Fuck. Me.
“No, bitch, he means I’m his woman, so get the f**k out. Unless James wants some easy ass,” I say crudely.
Before either of them answer, James speaks up, “Actually, you can both leave.” Kade and I whip around to face him. What did he just say? Is he turning down an easy lay?
Blonde girls speak up, “What? Come on, we can all have a good time!”
Kade speaks up now, “We’re not interested, sorry. Please leave, and don’t drop by again. We don’t really get down like that anymore. Nikki here has a mean right hook, and I wouldn’t piss her off.”
Both girls stomp out, muttering ‘bitch’ as they leave.
I look back to Kade and James. “Seriously, those two?” I look at Kade. “Please tell me you got tested before touching me.”
James bursts out laughing, and Kade joins in. I have no idea what’s so funny, I was serious.
Sick. Just sick.
We all sit back down on the couch, and finish the movie.