“Christ,” I mutter as I sit back down and reach for my Coke.
“Women,” the old guy sitting next to me says.
I eye him. He’s gotta be seventy at least. “You sound like you’ve had a lot of experience.”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” He jabs a finger in the direction of a woman on the dancefloor. The woman who’s been sitting on his other side all night. “She’s my fifth wife. I’ve lived through some shit.”
I laugh. “I bet you fuckin’ have. You think this one’s a keeper?”
“I’m not convinced. She’s spent the last three years arguing with me every damn day. I imagine my hands around her neck at least five times a day.” He shrugs. “But the sex is good, so I’m keeping her for now.” He leans closer to me. “I’m not sure why you’re still sitting here when your wife is in the bathroom, and you’ve been looking at her all night like you want to fuck her. Go and get the job done, sonny.”
He’s got a good fucking point.
I drink some Coke before standing and looking down at him. “I’m not convinced I’ll see you again, so good luck with wife number five. I hope this one works out for you, man.”
“You and me both,” he says. “Divorces are fucking expensive.”
I leave him and make my way to the ladies’ bathroom, entering it without a fuck to give when two women stare at me like I’ve just committed a sin that will send me straight to hell.
“Velvet,” I call out, eyeing the two stalls that are occupied.
“Nash?” she calls back, sounding confused. “What are you doing?”
I move towards the stall she’s in. “Let me in.”
The toilet in the other occupied stall flushes and the woman exits it with a scowl on her face. “Are you right?” she says.
I grin. “Absofuckinlutely.”
She flattens her lips and gives me a disapproving shake of her head before walking to the sink to wash her hands.
“I’ll be finished in a minute,” Velvet says. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, baby, everything’s more than okay.” The disapproving women have all left us alone and I’m impatient to get my hands on my woman.
The toilet flushes and Velvet opens the door. Before she can exit, I enter, closing the door behind us and caging her in against the wall of the toilet stall.
Amusement fills her face and fuck if it doesn’t get me harder than I already am. “You came here to fuck me?”
My mouth curls up into a grin. “You always could read my mind.”
As I bend to kiss her, she puts her hands to my chest and gently pushes against me. “I’m not fucking you in a toilet, Nash.”
“We’ve never done it in a public toilet.”
“And we’re not starting now.”
I’m about to argue with her when I spot something on the top of the toilet cistern. Taking a better look, I’m confused when I realise it’s a pregnancy test.
I reach for it at the same time that Velvet says softly, “This is not how I imagined this conversation happening.”
“What conversation?” I say as I glance at the test stick.
“The one where I tell you?—”
“Fuck, you’re pregnant?” My heart races as I shift my gaze from the two pink lines on the stick to Velvet.
She smiles, one hand gripping my arm. “Yeah, Nash, we’re pregnant.”
