He locked his thumbs over my panties, slid them down my legs and fiddled with the buckle on his jeans.
“Once is enough.”
CHAPTER 22
THOMAS
Never have I ever
“Seriously?!” Amelia cried, looking at my Christmas jumper with “Go Jesus! It’s your birthday!” printed across my chest. “What is wrong with you?Oneevening!” she huffed, the reindeer antlers on her head moving from side to side. “That’s all I ask of you! Oneevening a year of acting like an adult, but nooo…”
“Admit it, it’s fun. And you’re only yelling at me because Nick doesn’t want to be a snowman.”
I helped Nadia out of her coat. Nick emerged from the living room, wearing an equally offensive t-shirt with Christmassy prints, an arrow pointing left and big white writing “Jingle Bell End”.
“Nice,” I chuckled.
Mel gripped her sides. “You’re just as bad as each other.” She turned to Nadia. “At least you look nice.”
“Thank you.” She twirled around showing off the Santa’s Little Helper costume.
The short green dress accentuated her curves and was the sole reason behind me taking her for the second time that day when we stole back home after the C&G party for a change of outfits. Her glassy eyes were a dead giveaway that she was biting her teeth on my shoulder twenty minutes earlier, shuddering with an intense orgasm. Thankfully, no-one here knew Nadia’s post-sex face.
“Do you need some help in the kitchen?” Nadia asked Mel.
“Yes,” Mel hooked her elbow with Nadia’s. “Come on.”
The house was dressed according to the occasion with green and red tinsel wrapped around the staircase railing and a large Christmas tree lit with white lights in the living room. Our friends crowded the dining room, chatting and waiting for Mel to finish setting the table.
The aroma coming out of the kitchen were to die for. Mel was a great cook, and until I tried Nadia’s food, she was the only woman who I trusted not to give me a food poisoning.
Ethan stood in the doorway. I grabbed his shoulders, shaking him from left to right so hard the Santa’s hat fell off his head.
“What are you wearing?” I pulled on the white beard. “Do we not make fun of you enough already?”
“Apparently not,” he smirked, then laughed out loud, reading my jumper. “You’re an ass, you know that?”
“I’ve been called worse, mate.” I patted his back and continued my journey around the room.
Scorpio stood with Charles and Chase at the back, by the patio door. The twins wore matching jumpers with Rudolph, but Scorpio was my kind of guy sporting a black t-shirt with “Pull my cracker” in white letters and an arrow pointing to his zipper.
Scorpio glanced over my shoulder to Nadia, his face unreadable. We hadn’t had the chance to talk about this, but seeing that IdumpedJane’s friend the other day, Scorpio surely knew all there was to know.
“You forgot my number?” he asked. “Why is it that I had to find out that you’re back with your girl from Chrissy?”
I had to admit, the lack of annoyance in his voice was like a burden off my shoulders. We had been friends for years. I would hate it if he wasn’t happy for me, but Scorpio was the kind of friend who went along with my choices as long as they made me happy.
“Sorry, I was going to call you with a heads up, but I was a little preoccupied the past few days.”
He cringed. “I don’t need the details, mate, spare me. I just want to know if everything is good with you two now?”
If Chase and Charles weren’t there, I would go for something like “couldn’t be better” or “it feels right to have her back”, but I had to up my fucking game if I didn’t want to come across as a pussy.
Yeah, guys are like that. We act tough around other guys, especially those we think might want to steal our girl.
“I thought you didn’t want details. We’re good.”
Scorpio rolled his eyes. “I knew you’d break, mate.”