The Deal (13 page)

“Oh I completely forgot Nathan. Now he is someone who constantly asks me out so I know for a fact he definitely wants to stick his dick in my vagina. . . yano, he's damn near gorgeous too, so maybe, maybe after this fake wedding is over I can take a ride on him,” I spit this out to Craig, “What do you think, husband? Sounds good to you?”

Before I know what the hell is happening, Craig has me backed against the wall, his hands either side of my head and his face within inches of mine. I can feel his hot breath spurt on my face and his eyes are burning with anger. He looks like he wants to punch everything in sight. Okay, so maybe I went a bit too far, but fuck him. I wanted a reaction from him and I sure as hell got one.

I plaster myself to the wall. I know he would never touch me in a million years, but something primal is in front of me and between being scared of Craig, I am getting turned on by it too. We have yet to have angry make-up sex and right now, as much as I want my bath, sex would not go amiss.

“Are you trying to fuck me up, Nic? Trying to turn me into a jealous fucker because I damn well am right now,” he spits out. His eyes are all over my face, from my lips to my eyes to my lips again. “I nearly punched the shit out of your little work buddy earlier. You fucking LEFT ME in bed this morning after our fight last night and then I see you all fucking happy as Larry with dickwad. Do you know how that made me feel?”

I shake my head and go to push him off me, but that only spurs him on and his body becomes flush with mine. I have to bite back a groan at the contact. He wraps his hands in my hair and brings my face even closer to his. I can literally taste the beer on his lips and all I want to do is taste it on his tongue. But I need to stand my ground and not let him get one over on me.
              “Well maybe you should stop trying to dig into the past, Craig, leave it the fuck alone. I've already told you I feel fucking bad for this morning but you're a big boy, you should have learned how to set an alarm by now.” I bite back, “And I didn't bring Jamie along to make you jealous, you wanker, I brought him along to meet you all. But no, you turned it into a pissing contest. I am no ones okay? I am not yours so calm your fucking jealousy.”

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He unravels one hand from my hair and punches the wall next to me. I jump at the thud his fist makes and he falls forward, his face resting on my shoulder. I stand still, wondering what he is doing and I feel him wrap both hands around my waist. My hands are still idle at my waist, not wanting to touch him.

“Nic, you are mine. No matter what the hell happens. You. Are. Mine.” He murmurs into my ear and plants a kiss on my neck.

“Yeah, yours for eight-ish more months.” I say and feel him shake his head and tighten his grip on me.

“No.” is all I hear from him. His words are confusing me and unless he cannot count how long we have left, he's going insane.

“Yes.”

“No.” and with that he lifts himself back up and slams his lips onto mine. I falter back into the wall and Craig moves with me. His lips are hard and rough against my own and I try to keep up his pace. I wrap my arms around his neck, wanting to be closer to him, needing him closer. Our tongues are battling against each other, I can taste the beer and a moan escapes from the back of my throat. I feel Craig's hands move down towards my arse and one hand grabs a cheek while the other grips my thigh and he hoists me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist. He pushes up further into the wall, and I mould myself to his body; all the while our lips never parting. His kisses are like my next breath. I crave them all day and when I do get them upon mine, it's like everything is put into place, I can breathe and let out everything I have been holding in all day. 

Craig moans into my mouth when I take over dominance and bite his lip, sucking it between my teeth before running my tongue to sooth it. My hands pull at his hair, his hands are gripping my arse and I am writhing against him. I can feel him pulsating through his jeans and I can feel the hardness of his cock pushing into my own jeans and each time I move it causes friction and
guttural
groans escape us both.

Craig rips his mouth from mine and begins to attack my neck. He bites, sucks, licks and all I can do is roll my head to the side to grant him more access while I purr with need and want for this man in front of me.              

“
Craig, I need you to fuck me.” I whisper while he's biting my pressure point. I swallow hard and suddenly we are on the move towards the bedroom. His lips don't leave my neck until he throws me down on the bed and right there, that very second I can see just how jealous and angry and pissed off my husband is, but I can also see the passion and the need and want for me, and fucking too right, I am going to be another statistic to prove just how fucking awesome angry make-up sex is.

***

The week came and went, albeit, it dragged like hell, but the shopping trip with the girls was a major success. We all bought new outfits and new shoes, all making sure to buy dresses that flaunted our figures and would be sure to gain attention, not that Kelsie or I really needed any attention, but we all know how nice it is to turn heads when you walk through a club. Craig tried to snoop through my shopping bags, to find out exactly what I was wearing, but I ripped the bags from his prying hands before he could see what colour it was. No, I want to be a surprise, I want him to see me all dolled up, know that I can in fact look attractive, that I can get guys to look at me like they want me and I want him to look that damn way at me too.

That's why I began to start getting ready at three pm.

Craig has been flat-out addicted to watching the football all afternoon so he has left me to my own devices. Give me rugby any day! I've done all the girly things, from shaving, exfoliating and moisturising so every part of me is smooth and hairless and now, with the time at half six I am nearly ready. My hair is wavy and pinned back half up, half down. My make-up is flawless, just as it always is when I go out and my fake eyelashes make my eyes pop out. A touch of blusher fills my cheeks and my signature red lipstick is applied. Rushing around my room, I see the door handle twisting and I call out to Craig to not come in. One thing, I am in my underwear and another is that I don't want him to see me before I am ready.

“Nic, I need to get ready babe. The guys will be around at half seven.” Craig calls from the other side, the door slightly ajar. I look around the room and grab his towel, before hiding behind the door and passing it to him. He laughs but takes it from me anyway.

“When I hear the shower stop, I'll finish getting ready in the kitchen.” I say from behind the door and push it back shut. The only things I need to finish up is putting my dress on, sorting my bag out and painting my nails. I decide to sort my bag out, putting my purse, house keys, and make-up in the black, studded clutch bag before throwing it in the centre of the bed. Next thing I do is take my dress off the bedroom door, where it is hanging and ever so gently shimmy into it. Once I wiggle my way into it and make sure that everything is rearranged underneath, I do the button up around the back of my neck and stand in front of the mirror to see how it looks now I am all done up.

Oh damn, I look the shit.

The dress I picked is from a well-known shop that us 'poor' people call Primarni. Great clothes for half the amount you'd pay for designer. The dress I have on is a skater style, a dark green in colour with black patterns over it. But at the top, it's hella booby, with a strip of fake leather running across my throat and a heart shaped outline for the chest area. Damn it makes my boobs look so much bigger than they are, and it squeezes them together. . . that never happens! The dress tucks in at my waist and then floats to a few inches above my knees. I grab the black belt hanging from the side and fasten it, making my waist seem even tinier. I grin at myself in the mirror, knowing that I have found the ultimate dress for tonight.

Lost in my own little world at finally being able to dress up all pretty, I hear a loud knock on the bedroom door and Craig call through it. I quickly put on my dressing gown, making sure to put the hood firmly up so it dips over my face and I pick up the dark red nail varnish and my phone. I open the door and slide past him and skip into the kitchen. I can hear him laughing his head off from behind the door and I pout to myself. Tentatively walking into the living room, I put on a radio channel, turn up the new Ke$ha song playing and make my way back to the kitchen. I notice my phone flashing and sigh. I just want to finish getting ready and have a glass or two of wine before everyone arrives, is that too much to ask?

I don't bother to see who is calling me, just answering it instead.

“Nic, get the wine ready, we're two minutes away.” Kelsie says. I take a glance at the clock to see they will be half hour early. What is with my friends needing to be Goddamn early all the time There's no harm in being late. I walk towards the kitchen cabinet and open it.

“Early birdies but fine I'll get the glasses out. Who is with you?” I ask, retrieving the glasses and putting four on the side. I know the guys won't drink wine, so it's just us girls.

“Me, Rob, Tammy, and Sophie are in one taxi and Tom, Danny, Joe and Matt are in the one behind us.”

“Kels, you live like 5 mins walk away, was a taxi necessary?” I laugh, taking the bottle of wine out of the fridge, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder and opening it up. I can hear her laughing in the background about me telling her 'to walk in these heels.' I roll my eyes and start to pour the wine into the glasses. “Okay, okay, I get your reasoning, now get up here because the wine is ready for you maneaters to drink.” And with that I end the call and take a sip of my own wine. I take off the dressing gown, knowing that my nails will have to wait and I peek around the corner to see if Craig has exited the bedroom yet so I can at least make it to the door without him seeing me.

Hearing it knock, I shout that I will get it and swing it open to let the group in. I hide behind the door until everyone has stepped over the threshold and slam it shut. The girls aim straight for the kitchen and the guys take the sofa and chairs scattered around the room. I shake my head over them not even acknowledging me and sarcastically smile at them.

“Hi Nic, how are you? You look nice.” I say to myself, “Hi guys, I'm good thanks, and thank you, so do you.” This catches the attention of the guys and they chuckle to themselves before getting back up and coming to greet me. Matt comes forward first, but not before flitting his eyes up and down over me, stopping on my boobs and licking his lips. As one of the single guys in our group, he's a total playboy and in school he always tried to get into my knickers. . . yeah like that would ever happen. He wraps his arms around my waist, his hands going lower to cup my arse, I grab them and place them back on his chest. That hug is so not going to happen now. Matt groans out, which makes me giggle.

“If you can't keep your hands to yourself, then you can't hug me.” I state, turning to Joe, my blonde haired beauty. Joe has been out since school but you would never guess he was gay unless he told you. He is the epitome of an alpha male and when in a relationship he is highly protective of his partner and apparently quite the tiger in bed. Yeah, I had the unfortunate experience of bunking in a flat with him in our first year of university and to say I shudder every time I think about the noises is an understatement. He's harmless though.

Danny and Tom – my ginger twins, are the last to get a welcome. They squeeze me into a sandwich and they both kiss my cheeks.
Great, going to have to apply some more make-up now!
After I get out of the middle of them, I do my special fist bump with Rob and call out to Craig that everyone is here, well everyone apart from Jamie who will be arriving later.

I saunter into the kitchen, happy that my girls are all together and just a little bit tipsy. I can see that they have already started on the wine that I left out for them. I cough as I enter the room, breaking up their conversation and they all squeal when they see me. I start to pose and laugh when they begin to clap and catcall at me, mainly focusing on the boob area. Yes, this dress is rather revealing and I love it. Free shots anyone? I smile warmly and make my way over to Sophie and Tammy, embracing them in a tight hug, rocking them side-to-side. The guys in the living room mimic us, and I can see them jumping around, hugging each other and putting on girly voices. I just flick them the finger.

“Oh I have missed you guys.” I say, knowing full well I saw them last night but in university we used to all get ready together, and it seems kind of sad that we did it alone this time. Kelsie passes me my glass of wine across the kitchen counter and I take a sip before rounding it to give her a hug too. Before we can begin to gossip, a new band called Sound Box starts playing on the radio station. They haven't been around too long but I do know that the four of us love this band. We shout our excitement and begin to sing along to the sweet, sweet voice that belongs to a fucking gorgeous guy called Benjamin Chambers. Seriously, we are completely obsessed with him and it makes Rob and Craig jealous as hell that we pawn over this guy.

“Fucking pussy ass Benjamin Chambers.” I can hear Rob say through the music and Kelsie tells him to shut the fuck up or his calendar of Mila Kunis will be torn up. That shuts him up instantly because he knows Kels would actually do that and the guys begin to ridicule him over being whipped. We giggle and dance around the kitchen, wine in hand, hips shaking and singing at the top of our lungs until the song has ended and an Avicii song rings through the television.