Page 40 of Rock Giant

“I think the more important question iswhere were you?”

Not the note she’d wanted to get off on, but her insides were aflutter, guilt eating her, and he was watching his band mate fuck a stranger.

“Me?I’ve been right here, keeping an eye on this dirty pair.”He grinned at that, which further provoked her.She was sorely tempted to call him a wanker, except, which of them was truly in the wrong here?

“It must have been a stellar performance, since it slipped your mind that you were supposed to be elsewhere.”

“Huh?”

He continued to glance around her to the pair on the bottom bunk.Her arrival hadn’t impacted the performance, Balin’s naked arse clenching with each thrust into the girl whose legs he had braced against his chest.

“Nash!”

His attention snapped to her face, eyes wide.

“You were supposed to meet me.”

It took a moment.Then, “Oh, shit!Oh, God.Sorry.I’m sorry.Did we agree to that?”

Did they...He’d sodding made the arrangement.Suggested it to her, not the other way around.“Quarter to eleven.Up at the standing stones.Remember arranging that?”

He gave her a blank look.

“We were supposed to get handfasted, Nash, and you fucking stood me up.”

“Hey.Hey,” he reeled her in.“Where’s all this hate coming from?It’s been crazy, okay.I forgot.Maybe.”He shook his head.“Are you sure we fixed a time?I know we were discussing it, but we hadn’t even been through our vows.”

“You arranged it.”

“Right.Well, no biggy.We can do it tonight.”

“You’re performing tonight.”

“Tomorrow, then, before we leave.”

“No, Nash.That’s not what it’s about.You’re not just supposed to rock up when you feel like it.It’s supposed to symbolise commitment.”

“Right, and aren’t I committed to you?”

“You stood me up.”

“I don’t think I did.Look, I gave you that ring, yeah?”He straightened out her fingers, so the ring was prominent on her hand.“Along with my promises, and my heart.”She was practically on his lap again, only straddling him now.It was an odd time to notice it, but his fly was undone.More than that…

“You’re fucking hard.”

“Well, yeah.Of course I’m hard.You’re here.You do it for me, baby, you know that.”

“Bullshit, you’re hard because you were watching a live fucking porno.”

“Tone it down, folks, I’m trying to shag here,” Balin said from the bed, in a breathless voice.

“Yeah, Jo-Jo, what’s with?You’ve never had an issue with me indulging in a bit of voyeurism before.It gets me hot, so what?I’m not sticking it anywhere, apart from in you.”

“Gee, you’re so romantic.I feel so wanted.You left me on a hillside in the dark, but it’s okay because you did it so you could watch porn to get it up for me.”

He shook his head.“Not what I said.You know I think you’re sexy.You’re my sexy snuggle pug.”

She knew he intended it to be cute, but objectively pugs were pretty ugly.Sometimes, ugly enough to be cute, but still...