Chapter 31
Thirty-One
Zoey
H is hand roams down my back toward my ass, his fingertips trailing along the way. I’m on my stomach turned away from him, one leg cocked out, giving him direct access to me. The coldness hits me right away when he throws the covers off me. My eyes flutter open for a second and then close back again. “Morning, baby,” Nash says softly into my neck, giving me little kisses while his finger runs through my slit to my clit and then back again.
“Morning.” I turn on my side, my hand wrapping around his neck, sliding my tongue into his mouth. His hand moves from my pussy up my side to cup my tit, and I can’t help but moan when he rolls my nipple between his fingers. “Nash.” I fall onto my back, which is half on him, throwing my leg over his. “I missed you,” I admit even though we went at each other like wild rabbits last night. I think we have slept a total of two hours.
He wastes no time moving his hand down, sliding two fingers through my slit and right into me. “Fuck, I just had you, and my cock is hard for you again.”
“You sound like that’s a bad thing,” I tease, moving my hips to the speed of his fingers. “I thought I would be sore this morning after all night. But all I want is more.” He takes his fingers out of me, moving them to my clit as he rubs it in circles. “I want your cock.” My hand moves the covers off him as I search for the hard cock I felt under me.
I grip it in my hand and move up and down with it. “Looks like you found it,” he groans, sliding his fingers down and into me, but I move, the need to have him in my mouth bigger than the need for him to make me come. I get on my hands and knees and swallow his cock as far as I can take him in my mouth. “Baby.” He puts his feet on the bed and grips my head with his hand. “That’s my girl.” I look up at him, something I’ve noticed he loves. “Eating my cock like I want it.” His hips move up to fuck my mouth, my hand gripping the base of his cock as I lick around his head and stroke it. I suck him back into my mouth, my pussy getting wet from seeing how his eyes go hungry for me. “Going to coat your throat with my cum,” he growls, and I can’t help but moan into his cock, wanting him to give me everything he has.
One second, his cock is in my mouth, and the next, he’s on his knees in front of me. I don’t even have time to ask him anything because his hands are on my hips, twisting me to my knees before he shoves my head into the bed and then slams into me. “Nash,” I moan his name, gripping the covers, holding on as his balls hit my clit. His hands grip my hips as he drives into me over and over again. He hits my sweet spot every single time he slams into me.
“So wet for me,” he praises between clenched teeth and my head almost falls to the bed, but it stops once he takes one of his hands off my hips and grips my hair with it, pulling back and making my back arch. That’s all I need before I’m crying out his name over and over again. My pussy convulses on his cock. “That’s my fucking girl.”
“More,” I egg him on, “give me more.” Did he ever give me more. He releases my hair to grab my hips again. He slams into me a couple more times before I’m coming again, but then so is he. His thrusts don’t give up. He fucks me just as hard until there is nothing left inside him. His body falls on top of mine, his cock still buried inside me as he kisses my shoulder. “Now that is how everyone should wake up in the morning,” I say after my breathing returns to a normal pace.
“I’m going to go downstairs and start coffee,” Nash says, slipping out of me. “You want to have coffee in bed or downstairs?”
I watch him stand by the side of my bed, his cock at half-mast. “If you come back to bed, we’ll end up fucking again.”
“It’s called makeup sex for a reason.” He walks to the bathroom.
“It’s makeup sex, not whole-night sex.” I get out of bed and follow him to the bathroom.
“We’ve never actually been in this big of a fight before. Like we’ve had makeup sex before, but this was makeup, makeup sex.” He turns on the water before going over to grab a facecloth. “How was I supposed to know it was one time and not one night?” He kisses my shoulder before cleaning himself and sliding into a pair of boxers and going downstairs.
“That makes no sense at all.” I shake my head. “But somehow, I understood everything you said.” Reaching for my own rag, I clean myself off. I walk back into the room, grabbing one of his T-shirts to put on, and walking out of the room. The cat sits right in front of the door. “Good morning, princess.” I bend to pick up the cat. “Did we have fun exploring the house last night?” I ask her, walking down the steps to the kitchen where I hear cupboards being slammed. “Sounds like Daddy doesn’t know where anything is.” I kiss her neck, putting her down before walking into the laundry room to grab her water bowl, emptying it into the sink, and then giving her fresh water before putting some food into her bowl. “There you go,” I say before walking out of the room, and she follows me to the kitchen.
“There is nothing to make for breakfast,” he says over his shoulder, “so I ordered your favorite bagels.”
I walk beside him as he makes my matcha, going to grab a cup to make his coffee. We finish at the same time, and when I hand him his and he hands me mine, we smile at each other before he bends to kiss my lips. “I love you,” he whispers, and my stomach gets little butterflies.
“I love you back,” I say, bringing the cup to my mouth at the same time the doorbell rings. I don’t have a chance to ask him if he wants me to get it when he puts his cup on the counter and walks to the door, returning with a brown paper bag. I pull out a stool, and he does the same before handing me my bagel and opening his own. “We should talk a bit,” I suggest before I take a bite of my bagel.
“We should,” he agrees. “Now that we got the whole, we love each other thing out of the way, I feel better.”
“Same.” I smile at him. “But I’m going to start by saying we are scrapping the ninety-day thing.” He nods. “We should discuss where we’re going to live.”
“If you want to move to New York, I’ll see what I can do.” I look over at him, and this is one of the reasons I love him.
“No.” I shake my head. “I like California, and besides, I can always travel back here if I miss it.”
“So that’s decided. What else do you want to talk about?” he asks, sipping his coffee.
“Kailyn.” I say her name, and he side-eyes me.
“I’m not discussing her with you.” His tone is tight. “She crossed the line, and nothing, and I mean nothing, you can say will change my mind.”
“Maybe I misunderstood.” I try to see if I might have been wrong. “I was already going through so much, I wasn’t really?—”
“Did you ask her to come into my office?” He asks me an innocent question, so I just nod. “And did she say no?”
“I mean, maybe she thought—” He holds up his hand to stop me from talking.
“I made it perfectly clear to her when we came back from our honeymoon, if at any time you called or needed me, I was to be interrupted. On that I will not go back. I’ve already spoken with a placement company, and I have a couple of interviews lined up on Monday via Zoom.” I know that nothing I say will change his mind. “I would like if you have time to sit in with me.”
“Okay, I have lunch with my mother and cousin,” I tell him, “in about two hours.”
“Do you want to have dinner with my parents tonight?” he asks, and I nod. “I’ll call my father.” He leans over, and I lean in and kiss him. “Love you, Zoey.” I smirk at him.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say it,” I admit to him.
“Good, because I’m never going to stop saying it.” He puts his bagel down. “Are you ready to go take a shower?”
“Is that another code word for ‘do you want to suck my cock?’” I laugh as I wrap up the little bit of bagel I have left. “Because if it is, the answer is yes.” I wink at him and watch him push away from the counter before grabbing me.
“Mommy and Daddy are going to play.” He looks at the cat. “We’ll be back.” I don’t have a chance to say anything because my legs wrap around his waist, and my laughter is swallowed by his mouth on mine.
Two hours later, I’m rushing into the restaurant, spotting my mother, Aunt Zoe, and my cousin Zara all sitting at the table waiting for me. “Hi,” I greet them, walking to my mother to kiss her cheek before going over to my aunt and hugging her from the back, kissing her cheek before kissing Zara on the top of her head. “Sorry I’m a bit late.”
“You’re four minutes late,” Zara confirms, picking up her mimosa. “We started without you.”
I laugh as I slide into the empty seat. “Imagine if I was later?” I look at her, putting the linen napkin on my lap.
“You’re glowing,” my mother says, and I look over at her and see tears in her eyes. “I’ve seen you on FaceTime, and I saw you were happy, but now seeing you in person.”
“She might be faking it,” Zara goads, and our mothers gasp at the same time. “What? Gabriella called me yesterday to give me the rundown on her not being herself.”
I take a deep inhale. “She was right,” I admit to them, “but since then, things have changed.”
“It’s been less than twenty-four hours,” Zara blurts, shocked.
“Nash followed me here,” I explain, putting my hand on the table.
“What do you mean ‘followed you here’?” my aunt asks.
“We got into a little bit of a tiff,” I start and tell them the whole story. It takes me a lot longer than I thought it would take.
“So wait a second.” Zara holds up her hand. “He bought you a cat?”
“Why is everyone so fixated on the cat thing?” I huff and hold up my hand to get the server’s attention and point at Zara’s drink.
“It’s a living fucking thing, Zoey,” Zara states as her eyes get even bigger. “Like, it’s alive.”
“That has to be the most thoughtful gift you’ve ever gotten,” my mother says, putting her hand on mine. “I would kill your father, but it’s so thoughtful.”
“Remember when Auntie Vivienne got a fish from Uncle Markos?” my aunt says. “It was literally a world war.” They both laugh.
“Anyway, I’m officially moving to LA,” I inform them right as the server drops off my drink. “I love him.” I look down at my ring. “Like for real, real. He’s—” I look up and see my mother and aunt with tears in their eyes. “He’s literally everything I could ever want in a man and more.” I blink away my own tears of happiness. “I can’t imagine my life without him.”
Zara fake vomits from beside me, and when I look over, she smiles big at me with her own tears in her eyes. “I’m just kidding. I’m so, so happy for you. No one deserves it more.”
“So what about you?” I turn the tables on her. “What’s the scoop with the wedding?”
She lifts her hand. “We’re in the middle of narrowing down the date.” She avoids looking at us. “But it looks like this time next year, I’ll be married.”
“We have to go dress shopping now,” my mother tells her, and she shakes her head. “You need time.”
“I have no doubt, Auntie Za,” she uses her nickname, “you’ll find me a dress.”
“Come hell or high water.” She smiles at her.
“Shall we toast?” my Aunt Zoe says, picking up her glass. “To love and finally seeing the girls fall in love.”
“I’ll drink to that,” my mother agrees, picking up her glass.
“Hear, hear!” I join in, putting my glass in the middle.
“Hear three,” Zara says, her smile not reaching her eyes. “One down, one to go.” She clicks her glass to mine before bringing it to her lips. “To love.”