Chapter Twenty Four
It’s Sunday and we have nothing better to do, so we're having a movie night. James is missing in action, so it’s just Kade and I. After a twenty minute argument I finally win, so we're watching 'Twilight.' Kade keeps making stupid comments, so I keep throwing popcorn at him.
“What the hell? I’m way hotter than these two idiots!” he says stupidly.
“Shut up, Kade,” I mumble, putting the volume louder.
“They should both get rid of Bella, and just go for Alice. She’s hot at least,” he grumbles.
“Shut up, Kade!” I repeat. “At least you’re paying attention- you know all the names of the characters,” I add with a small giggle.
“What the hell is wrong with the blonde chick? The movie make up people should have colored her damn eyebrows! You can tell the hair is fake!” he adds as he takes a handful of popcorn.
“Kade, shut the f**k up!” I hiss at him.
Before he says anything, we hear the front door open. “Anyone home?” Ashley. Great. Just great.
“Hey, Ashley! We’re in here!” Kade calls out.
“What are you watching?” she asks looking at the screen and scrunching up her nose.
“Nikki is making me watch this Twilight shit,” he grumbles.
Ashley looks at me, giving me a snotty look, and then looks at Kade. “I would never make you watch this trash, Kade,” she says.
Stupid bitch.
“I’m not making him watch anything. He wanted to spend the day with me, and I wanted to watch my favorite movie,” I snap at her. Then I turn to Kade. “Stop whining!”
Kade chuckles, and then tells Ashley to sit down and watch it with us. Naturally, she does.
Kade stops making comments about the movie, but Ashley starts. I’m about to tell her exactly what I think of her opinions when Kade starts to massage my leg. I sigh, and relax.
******
Kade thrusts forward again, and I pant out his name. His next thrust is even harder and I stifle a grin. He loves it when I say his name. When my phone rings on the nightstand I reach over and grab it.
“What do you think you're doing?” he growls, trying to pin my arm down.
“That’s Layla’s ringtone, I need to answer,” I tell him calmly.
“The f**k you do!” he growls, getting pissed.
“Okay, so you can answer Ashley’s calls during sex and I can’t answer Layla?” I ask.
“So this is what, revenge?” he spits out.
“No, Kade. This is me, answering a call from my pregnant best friend because something could be wrong!” I snap. Kade grunts and relents, pushing himself off my body. I missed Layla’s call so I ring her back.
“Layla, is everything okay?” I ask her, worried.
“Chase had to go to Sydney for the night and he asked me to call if I needed anything. James isn’t answering, so I need Kade. Sorry to interrupt what I assume is a sex-a-thon, but I need Kade!” she says semi-hysterically.
“Layla, calm down. What do you need?” I ask her. I mentally make a list of what she tells me.
“Okay, calm down. Kade will be there soon.”
I hang up.
“Is everything okay? “ Kade asks.
“Everything's fine. Chase isn’t there and he doesn’t want Layla driving alone, so you need to do a food run.” I tell him.
“A food run?” he says slowly. I nod.
“Yes. Cookies and cream flavor chocolate, a fruit salad- which must have mango in it, and a large tub of old English toffee ice cream.”
Kade bangs his head against the headboard. Then he gets dressed, grumbling the entire time.
As he leaves I start giggling. I wonder if mangoes are even in season.
Chapter Twenty Five
It’s Sunday, and we're all lounging around the house, bored. I decide to paint my nails. I break out the nail polish and decide to try to be funky with it. I’m painting my toes an emerald green when Kade sits down next to me, beer in hand.
“You have sexy feet,” he rumbles, pulling me out of my musings.
I glance over at him with the most disgusting look I can muster.
Feet are disgusting.
Toes are disgusting.
Anything south from the ankles is disgusting.
“If you're one of those men who like licking toes, that’s a deal breaker. If you even try that shit with me, I will kick you in the face,” I say, and I'm completely serious. Kade chuckles, and slams his beer down, a few droplets spilling over the side.
“Okay, first of all, Nikki, I do not have a foot fetish. I just happen to think every part of you is sexy, even your feet,” he says, the corners of his lips slightly turned up. Okay, that was sweet. But of course, being Kade, he has to go and ruin it.
“Secondly, you are my woman. If I want to lick your damn toes, I will. And you would love it. But lucky for you, I'm not into that,” he says with a chuckle. My green eyes narrow ominously, causing Kade to laugh harder. I open my mouth to say ‘I dare you to try’, but I reign myself in, and bite my tongue because Kade will take that challenge, and somehow he'll win. I know it, he knows it. Smug bastard.
“My girl is learning,” he says in approval. I grunt, picking up my handbag, and throwing it at his head.
******
After supper, I see James and Kade in the game room playing pool, and come up with an idea to make the evening a little less boring.
"Hey boys, how about you make it more interesting, huh?" I smirk.