Nash signed a photo, not saying anything like he was trying to think of what to say.
“Please, Nash, sign my?—”
“Here ya go, honey,” Iris said, handing Nash and I our shot. “Finish signing her ticket so she can go away.”
I chuckled, wishing she had said something more; it was cute she was trying to behave. We clinked our glasses as I licked the salt, drank the shot and then took the lime. Iris and Nash did none of that. I didn’t know if I should be proud or worried, but I also shouldn’t be surprised because these two could out-drink me any day.
“Ticket.” Nash held his hand out to her.
The girl pouted. “Ok, but can I buy you a drink?” She handed him her ticket.
He signed it quickly. “I’m good, thanks.”
“As a thank you for being so nice to us,” she purred.
I grimaced as she laid it on thick. Glancing at Iris, she was looking away, her jaw clenched tight.
“No need, I have a woman who I need to buy drinks for,” he said, pulling Iris towards him, capturing her in a kiss.
I smirked at the disgust written on the lady’s faces.
“Damn Buckle Bunnies,” one of them sneered.
“Hey! That’s not how you speak to my wife,” Nash growled.
“Oh, I’m?—”
I laughed as she stomped away.
“Nash, what the hell are you doing?” Iris slapped his chest.
“Is there a problem, Mrs. Yarbrough? Or just a little lie?” He stared down at her.
She glared as she shook her head, but I saw the small smile threatening to surface. “I just didn’t think we were making that information public.”
He shrugged. “It’s been long enough.”
Iris looked at me with an unsure gaze, grabbing my hand like she needed support. Did this mean it was just going to be them from now on?
“Let’s go celebrate,” Nash said, laying cash on the bar and pulling both of us. “I’m ready for my prize.”
“I don’t think we promised a prize,” I said, pulling my hand from his, feeling a little emotional for no damn reason.
I knew what this was, we were just having fun. Why did I feel like this? Nash and Iris were married and I was just…I was just their fun for the time being.
“He’s right, we didn’t agree to anything.” Iris grabbed my hand, walking away from Nash.
My throat tightened as the urge to pull away from her came over me. This was insane, I knew the rules. I was the one who made them. It was just fucking and when it was safe, I had to go back to Denver.
“I think I remember last night one of you begging for a repeat.” Nash stalked us.
Iris laughed, “Oh, baby, I think it was you who begged.”
She pulled me to walk faster when she finally noticed my expression. I quickly schooled my face, this was not the place to have my crisis.
“You, ok?” She got closer when Nash growled.
“I think we should make him beg,” I said, pulling her to a faster walk.
