seven: hot in here
Nadia and Justin made it to the Levitt mansion in one piece, but needless to say, after Justin’s admission, there wasn’t much peace between them. Silently, they entered the household, hoping for a savior in the form of their other friends.
“I need a drink,” Nadia greeted Grant as soon as he opened the door to their arrival. “Tell me the bartender is back.”
Grant chuckled, knowing all too well that two hours in a car with Justin would probably work anyone’s nerve. “No bartender, but the chef can get you whatever you want.”
She took off her sunglasses and sighed in relief as she offered her friend a hug. “Good to see you.”
“Likewise,” he kissed her cheek. “Long trip, I take it.”
She only rolled her eyes in response. “Where is everyone?”
“Scattered throughout. Kristin is on the patio, but you can go pick a room if you’d like.”
“Fair warning, I may not come out of it once I get in it.”
“We wouldn’t blame you one bit,” he laughed as she disappeared towards the back of the huge home. He held the door open for Justin, who slowly but surely made it inside with he and Nadia’s luggage. “Hey, man. Glad you could make it.”
“Like I had a choice.” He gave Grant a quick bro-hug and looked around for a staircase. “Where should I put these?” he was referring to the bags.
“Umm, I think you and Nadia are sharing the family room,” Grant joked.
Justin immediately turned back for the door. “I’ll see you guys back in the city.”
“Come back here,” he laughed jovially. “I’m kidding. I honestly don’t know the setup, but there’s certainly enough space for all you guys to have your own rooms.”
Justin wiped pretend sweat from his forehead and sighed in relief. “Thank. God.”
“Rough drive?”
“Indubitably.”
“She’s a piece of work,” Grant granted, but punched his friend in the shoulder. “Especially when you don’t call after you go home together.”
“Kris told you, huh.”
“Kris blamed me for even letting you two sit together without supervision.”
“My bad,” Justin winced. “But it was a bad night. I didn’t have any business going home with anyone that night.”
“What’s done is done…”
“Just keep us apart for a few hours and I think we’ll be fine.”
“I hope so. Just this morning, Kris was going on about how perfectly matched you guys were, and how flawless the pictures would be. So if you fuck that up, she may very well fuck you up.”
“I wouldn’t think of it,” he promised. “Where is everyone, anyway?”
“Here and there. I think Nadia went to find Kristin on the patio, so you might want to stay away.”
“I’m gonna get a water if that’s cool.”
“Help yourself,” he started for the kitchen with Justin in tow, showing him where one of the two staircases was situated. “And I’m sure it’s fine if you want to pick a room to throw your stuff in. I think just the first two on the right are taken.”
“Thanks, man.” Justin grabbed a bottle of Fiji from the large stainless fridge and took a long sip as he gazed out to the view of the beach. He could see Kristin’s long red locks blowing in the beach wind, but he ended up focusing on Nadia. She was sipping some colorful cocktail and laughing at something, causing her entire face to twinkle in the sunlight. Her smile was gorgeous, he thought. When she smiled, it looked like she meant it.
“Stop staring,” Grant teased as he headed out of the door.
Shaken from his thoughts, he did just that and headed upstairs.
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An hour later, several of the girls in the wedding party were gathered in the kitchen, halfway watching the chef prepare dinner, but mostly just gossiping, while the men now sat outside, drinking beers and discussing the NFL and NBA lockouts. The atmosphere was light, as it should have been, and Kristin couldn’t have been happier.
“So girls listen,” Grant’s sister, Lexi, piped up once one conversation had settled. “Let’s not pretend the guys aren’t out there talking about us like strangers. Of the groomsmen, if you had to have, like a drunken hookup with, who would you pick?”
Nadia felt the muscles in her stomach contract at the mention of such a thing. But she pushed down her nerves with a sip of her Cosmo. “Gosh, let me think,” she joked, winking at Kristin.
“Well since Mila isn’t here yet, I have to say that Justin is the obvious answer,” Erin, one of Kristin’s old college roommates, immediately inserted. “Right?”
“I feel like that’s a little bit cliché,” Nadia supplied coolly, gazing out to the deck at the rest of the men. “I mean, we have Kevin, who’s uber successful, hot as fuck, and not at all a douche.”
Kristin kicked her as she laughed at the thought of any of them hooking up with her younger brother. “Let’s not even go there.”
“So we have one for Justin, one for Kevin,” Lexi ignored her to keep tally.
“I have to go with Justin,” Rachel told her coworker and friend, even though she knew most of the details of Nadia’s little secret. “I mean, just to say I did it.”
“That’s two for Justin.”
“What about Ben,” another one of Kristin’s college friends, Cecilia, threw into the mix. “He’s all adorable and funny. And there’s something about a Jew-fro that just melts me.”
“He is pretty adorable,” Kristin agreed with a giggle. “And I don’t know him as well as the other guys, so that could be fun.”
“You’re a skank,” Rachel informed her with a laugh.
Rebecca, the only happily married woman in the room, chimed in with her own suggestion. “I can’t believe no one has said Miguel.”
“Miguel!” several of them agreed in unison.
“I mean he’s got like the sexy Dominican swagger. I would be all over that.”
“He would be my second choice after Justin,” Erin submitted.
“Lexi, who’s your vote for?”
“Oh no question, Justin Timberlake all day long! I would want him to sing my name,” she laughed loudly with everyone else. “Bringing sexy back, front, side to side!”
“You are crazy,” Kristin was cracking up as she refilled her glass. “Like certifiably insane.”
“While we’re on the subject, please tell me you hit that at some point, Kris. Please.”
“Oh god no, don’t make me throw up.”
“Kristin suffers from what one would call ‘delusion,’” Cecilia informed everyone. “Like fucking Justin Timberlake would actually be some monstrous chore.”
“Well it was when I was with him.” Everyone turned to the entrance of the kitchen to see Mila standing in the threshold. “Hey, everybody,” she smiled.
“Mila!” Kristin, in her inebriated state, hopped off of her stool to hug her friend and pull her into the room. “Come, come in. Get caught up.”
She dropped her bag at the foot of the steps and gave everyone a quick wave while she watched Kristin fill her glass with some reddish concoction. “How’s everybody doing?”
“We’re awesome,” Lexi answered for everyone. “And prettttty tipsy.”
“Shitfaced by four o’clock on a Friday,” Mila nodded, looking around the buzzed room. “I like it.”
“It is a holiday, after all.”
“I’ll drink to that,” she raised her glass before downing the entire thing, wanting to catch up to the rest of the party. “Holy shit that’s strong,” she coughed when the alcohol hit her like a freight train.
“Drinks are courtesy of Rachel and her heavy ass hand,” Nadia supplied with a laugh. “Caution is advised.”
Mila turned to the voice that was speaking, and as the only black person in the room, she immediately recognized Nadia as the person that had allegedly slept with her ex-husband. It caused her to involuntarily glare at her.
“Mi, if you haven’t eaten yet, it is strongly advised that you take it slow,” Kristin appended, seeing that she hadn’t yet moved from her spot. “Take a seat, honey.”
She decided on an empty chair at the breakfast table. Right behind Nadia. “I’m gonna sit over here with the pretty bitches,” she proclaimed proudly.
Oblivious to her sarcasm, Lexi agreed with her. “Yes, bitch, take a seat.”
“What were we talking about, anyway?” Mila turned to Lexi with wide eyes. “I heard your crazy ass talking about bringing sexy back and side to side.”
“We were just discussing which of the groomsmen were most desirable,” Rebecca explained astutely. “Your ex happened to be the most fuckable.”
“Huh.” Mila appeared unaffected, almost impressed by the idea. “I guess I’d agree with that. Assuming Grant is left out of the conversation…”
“He was excluded, yes.”
“So. Yeah, I guess I would do Justin if I didn’t know him,” she nodded. “Worked out well for Nadia here, didn’t it.”
As several other eyes in the room landed on her, Nadia couldn’t help but just laugh. What else was there to do. “Fuck me,” she smiled to herself. “Umm, yeah. Fun was had by all and we have since moved on.”
“By the way, did he ever end up calling you?”
“He did actually,” she answered hesitantly, looking down to the hardwood floors. “Umm, we ended up driving out here together for the weekend, so… I’m good. Are we done?”
Mila held up her hands innocently, knowing she had just made this woman squirm a little bit. “I’m good.”
“Excuse me,” Nadia rose from her chair to head for the patio. There, the men were having a lively discussion about attractive coworkers. Nadia didn’t hesitate to interrupt. “Yo, Justin, can I talk to you for a sec?”
He looked up from his Corona, a bit surprised to see her standing over him, but immediately obliged. “Yeah, sure.”
She led him past the deck to where the pool was situated and turned to face him and his sunglass-covered face. “So you forgot you fucked me, but you could tell your ex-wife?”
“Whoa, what are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about thanks for the fucking warning that your wife knew about us hooking up.”
“First of all, she’s my ex-wife. Second of all, I didn’t tell her shit.” He received a look of disbelief, but he was adamant. “I swear, Nadia, I haven’t even talked to her since the engagement party.”
“Well she sure knows about how you didn’t call me, so… what the fuck.”
“Maybe Kristin told her,” he shrugged. “I don’t know. But I swear it wasn’t me.”
Nadia nodded, accepting him at face value. After all, she had talked about it on the radio. “Fair enough. Sorry.”
“Well what did she say? Was she upset?”
“She was clearly annoyed,” she confirmed. “By the way, she’s kind of a cunt.”
“Yeah, well,” he found himself snickering. “That’s Mila.”
“Awesome.”
“Trust me, her bark is way worse than her bite.”
“I’m still mad at you, by the way.”
He couldn’t help but stare at her chest, as the blaring sunlight made her shirt see-through, and he could see a perfect outline of her nipples. He was thankful then for his shades. “That’s cool,” he answered, somewhat dazed. “Hopefully, you forgive me before we head home on Monday.”
“Don’t count on it. I’m really bad about holding grudges.”
“Why am I not surprised,” he smiled.
She really liked his smile, she realized. When he smiled, it felt genuine, like he really meant it. “Hey, when you get a chance, would you mind bringing my bag upstairs?”
“After you,” he offered to follow her back into the house.
The ladies were so engrossed in laughter that none of them noticed Justin and Nadia slip inside and up the staircase. She led him to the bedroom at the end of the long hallway, just across from his, and had him place her bag in the closet before shutting and locking the door.
“I don’t know why I’m doing this,” she announced, approaching him confidently. “You’re not my type.”
“It must have been good the first time,” he smirked.
“It was,” she nodded, unbuckling his belt. “You don’t deserve me, though.”
He really enjoyed her candor, especially knowing they were about to get it on. He found it sexy as hell. “You’re probably right, but… here we are…”
She began to simultaneously kiss him and unbutton his shorts, moving him backwards towards the bed while he pulled off her shirt, excited to get his hands on her supple breasts. Lucky for him, it was like doing it for the first time.
She was clearly in no mood for foreplay, as she peeled off her skinny jeans the moment they hit the bed, and got on top of him. He pulled his boxers down just low enough to get it in, and sure enough, she got it in.
“Fuuuck me,” she whispered as soon as she felt him inside her. “Fuck yes.” She eased down onto his dick and then began to rotate her hips, delighted by the sensation.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” he noted in a groan, looking her in the eye as she gyrated on top of him. He slipped his fingers underneath her to massage her clit, smiling in satisfaction at the surprise on her face when he hit the exact right spot.
“Oh shit,” she moaned just a little too loud, causing Justin to cover her mouth with his other hand. In turn, excited by the secrecy of it all, she began to move a little faster.
The room became stuffy with all the breathing and fucking going on, and Nadia loved every second of it. The fact that she almost couldn’t stand him, that their friends, including his jealous ass ex-wife, were just downstairs, oblivious to their escapades, and the July heat seemed to be encasing them in that room, it was all a huge turn on for her. She dared Justin to forget this one.
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