Page 36 of Knotting Hill
“I tried. She completely sacked me off. Not that I blame her. You two have not exactly shown your finest hours,” he huffs.
“Hey, that kiss was perfect, and she knows it,” Josh says angrily.
“Where?” I thunder.
“The bar down the road,” Russell says, shoving past me to head off in that direction.
“How do we stop this?” Josh asks.
“Fuck knows,” I mutter, my mind racing. Franco is as bad as, if not worse, than us. Well, past us. Present us are doing remarkably well, considering none of us has had pussy for over a week. That’s probably why everyone is so fraught. I know it’s getting to me. But I will endure it for Storm and know that whenI ram my cock insideher, worlds will collide, and I’ll be able to come inside her like a fountain of spunk bursting out of a pressurised pipe.
I can’t help but snicker at the mental image, which doesn’t go down well with these two arseholes, who need to lighten up slightly.
“She won’t fuck him,” I say confidently. “Cassidy said she isn’t easy. No way Franco will be able to get between her legs. That’s why she is special and why we are not making any headway with her. She doesn’t want a man-whore; she wants substance and romance. We have it to give her when she lets us. This is her timetable, and we will do whatever it takes for her.”
Almost ceremoniously, I shove open the doors to the bar to announce our arrival.
It is heaving. I grimace at the number of bodies between us and the bar. “Do you see her?”
“There!” Russell says, being two inches taller than Josh and me, placing him around 6 foot two. Bastard. “She’s already with him. He’s whispering in her ear. She’s giggling, grrrr…” He is about to elbow his way through the crowds when I stop him.
“What is your plan?”
“To introduce Franco to my fist, that’s what.”
“You can’t do that. Storm won’t appreciate it.”
“How do you know? Maybe she is having a shit time and wants someone to help her?”
I glance over at her. “Yeah, nope on the shit time,” I point out as she smiles and places her hand lightly on his arm.
He beams at her.
It’s sickening. And we are standing here watching it like cock-nuggets. “Think!” I snap. Violence isn’t the answer, but neither is going over there and trying to lure her away.
I watch as Josh marches over to them and groan, but I inch closer, wondering what the fuck he is going to say. It’s too latenow; he’s already saying it loudly and in a tone that says he is extremely upset and worried.
“He’s a fucking genius,” I murmur.
“Storm!” he cries. “What about our kiss the other night? I’ve thought of nothing else since then. I thought it meant something; I thought we were together.” He stops to glare at Franco in disgust.
Franco raises an eyebrow and steps back. I didn’t figure he would be the one to fight for a shag when he probably has someone else lined up as a backup.
“What?” Storm asks confused, giving Josh a filthy glare. “What are you talking about? It was one brief kiss. It meant nothing. Franco, don’t listen to him.”
“Nothing?” Josh asks, his wounded expression almost breaking my heart. “How can you say that?”
“Uhm,” Storm says, glancing around and noticing everyone watching her. Her cheeks turn an adorable pink, and she lowers her eyes. “What is this?” she mumbles.
“I think you two have some issues to sort out,” Franco interrupts. “I’ll see you later, Storm.” He slips off into the throng of people, to her dismay.
It fires up those engines that I know are simmering under the surface. “You dick,” she hisses and throws her drink in Josh’s face.
I wince but make a note to tell him I’m pleased he took one for the team.
“How dare you?” she grits out, places her empty glass on a table, and shoves her way past him and several people, including us, to burst out of the door, her dress swishing behind her.
“That was…” I start, but Josh gives me a scathing glare while he runs his hand through his soaking-wet hair.
