"Hell, if I know, I just moved in." Then out of nowhere, Nate takes a swing at West. It’s so sudden I let out a scream and cringe. West takes it like it's nothing. I guess it helps West has a good three inches on Nate and about fifty pounds of muscle.
West doesn't swing back, but Nate swings again, and even Mandy grimaces this time. West takes the hit, but on the third, West stops him and pins him to the tree behind him.
"Dammit, still can't hear them," I say, pressing my ear to the window.
A moment later, West steps back and turns to come inside. By the time they both walk in the door, it's like nothing happened.
Later that night, lying in bed, I have to know.
"What did you say to Nate when you had him pressed to the tree?"
West looks over at me hesitantly, but I know he’ll tell me since I asked a direct question. I take his hand in mine and kiss it, reminding him I'm here, and I'm his.
“I told him one swing was for not talking to him before we started dating, and one was for moving you in here without telling him. Then I reminded him I was bigger than him and I could protect you better than he ever could. I told him friend or not he takes another swing at me in my house, I would return it. That's the clean version of it."
"Amazing what gets accomplished when one man hits another," I sigh.
Nate walked out of here tonight all smiles and happy for us. But that still hasn't changed West's policy that it goes no further than making me cum.
I need a new game plan.