Chapter 26

The One Where They Go Clubbing

A R I E L L E

When I get out of the hot tub, Nate ‘s hand moves to strike my ass playfully. I turn around to brush his hand away, but he just grabs it and entwines our fingers as he follows me into the house. As we set the glasses down on the table, he requests, “Let me see this dress you’re chatting about.”

“Alright,” I respond, walking over to my bag. I dig through the makeup and pair of heels inside to pull it out. The fabric is a sort of glittery chainmail—but smaller and pretty, of course—in a shade of red. The hem is fairly short, and it’s basically backless with a deep scoop in the front.

“Shit, babe.” I hear Nate say before I’ve even managed to show him. “Want help getting it on?”

I look at him with a smile. “As if you’d keep your hands off me.” He doesn’t deny it, just gives me a fucking smirk and bites down on his lower lip. “What are you wearing?”

“You don’t trust my fashion taste?”

“You have good taste in many things,” I muse as I put my outfit down on the table.

Nate can’t help himself in searching through the three articles of clothing to fish out my panties. “Like women?” He asks as he teasingly picks them up. I yank them from his hand as he protests. “I think I need each part of the whole outfit modelled before I can make an accurate decision.”

“Only if you’ll do the same for me,” I offer.

“Fuckin’ deal.” He gives me a smile, rushing past me to quickly give me a kiss and say, “I’ll go get dressed.”

I watch him turn the corner to head down the hall and I follow with my clothes and makeup in hand. However, before he reaches his bedroom at the end of the hall, he stops near the bathroom and suddenly pulls his swim trunks down his legs. I stifle a laugh seeing his cute bottom and move to lean against the doorframe as he stands bare naked in the shower and tosses his wet trunks on the tile floor.

When he turns towards me and I’m able to see his bare front, a heat shoots through me. As usual, he’s not at all ashamed or embarrassed. Instead, he walks towards me with all confidence and a smirk on his lips. “Feel free to put your bathing suit with mine to dry. Should be dry by the morning. You can take it home with you tomorrow.”

“So sure that I’m spending the night, hm?”

“How could you not with all of this?” He questions, motioning his hands up and down his sides. I can’t help but let out a laugh as a big smile stretches across my face. “I’ll give you some privacy to get changed.”

When he leaves me alone all I can picture is his naked body. I wasn’t horny earlier after having been with Raven, but it’s safe to say I am now.

Fuck.

I quickly put my things down, close the door and slip out of my bathing suit. I also carefully remove the bandages over my nipple piercings and then I’m able to put my panties and dress on. As I’m putting the finishing touches of my makeup on, I hear music blaring from the living room and I laugh, wondering what he’s doing. I paint my lips with some red lipstick and stuff my belongings into my makeup bag before I head out into the hallway.

As I round the corner into the main part of the house, Drake is pounding out of the speakers and Nate ‘s in the kitchen in his boxers fucking dancing around the kitchen and singing as he cleans up. I giggle at the sight, knowing he’s being like this on purpose to tease me.

He must hear me laugh because he turns around, his eyes go wide and he nearly drops the glass he was holding in his hands. “Jesus Christ,” he curses as he eyes me up and down. “How can someone be so fuckin’ fit?”

He drops the glass on the countertop over dramatically, acting as if he’s super fucking shook at how I look in this dress.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.” He approaches me as he says it, resting his hands on my hips. However, he keeps his body far from me as his eyes rake up and down my curves.

I smile, leaning into him. I wet my lips, running a hand along his beard as he stares at my lips. He smirks when his hand creeps up the back of my dress, squeezing my bare ass in his palm. “Weren’t we supposed to see every aspect of the outfit?”

“You sure are feeling every aspect,” I retort.

“Not exactly,” he smiles, “But that could easily be arranged.”

“We’re going to the club, remember? We’re gonna’ go dance. Grinding?”

“Yeah, but I can dance for you here and you can grind on me in—are you even wearing knickers?” He cups my ass in his hands, looking down at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Go get dressed and you’ll see.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

With that, he presses a slow kiss to my lips and scurries down the hall to his bedroom. I put my things into my bag and grab my purse, putting my heels on as I wait for him. It doesn’t take him long and when he steps out fully dressed, the song changes. Majid Jordan plays over the speakers as Nate —literally—fucking struts his stuff down the hallway towards me as he dances to the music.

A big smile breaks out on my face as I laugh at him.

It took him all of maybe three minutes to dress and he looks so damn good. He’s dressed nearly in all black—a tight black shirt, black leather jacket, dark wash jeans, and dark brown boots on his feet. He spins for me with his arms extended to show off his outfit.

When he stops facing me, his eyes drag up my legs and I watch him bite his lip. As his gaze moves upwards, I turn around, lifting the back of my dress. I spin, still exposing myself to him until I’ve turned to face him. “I’m not wearing a bra, obviously.” The back was so low on this fucking dress that it wouldn’t have really been possible.

“Jesus Christ,” he says lowly, approaching me. He places a hand on my hip when he reaches me, his other hand grabbing my chin as he kisses me passionately. His one palm runs down my neck where he plays with the strap to my dress as he tugs it slightly off my shoulder but not enough that it completely falls.

If he did that, my tits would literally be out.

Not that either of us would complain about it.

“Nate, I’m already dressed.” I don’t say it very convincing, because in all honesty I’d love for him to bend me over the counter and claim my pussy his. Fuck, would I ever like that. I turn in his arms, reaching for my purse which I had left on the back of the couch.

“That’s the problem,” he mutters as pulls the clip out of my hair, and brushes the strands aside as they fall. His hands find home on my waist as he pushes his crotch against my ass and presses a kiss to the back of my neck. “Gorgeous dresses like this are worn to be taken off, babe.”

“Nate Carter,” I warn unconvincingly.

“Nate Javadd Carter,” he teases and I hear him chuckle behind me. He holds me in place with a hand on either hip and kisses lower on my neck. Chills run up my back when he trails his lips lower and lower, running them down my spine. It feels fucking amazing, especially since my back has always been my turn on spot.