Chapter 21
SEPTEMBER 27 – SATURDAY 10:47 PM
N ash
I thought I had a handle on this life, but tonight, it was laughing in my face. We enjoyed an amazing four course meal including a salmon dinner before mingling and introducing ourselves to everyone and anyone with sway in the industry. Ren and I had laughed and sipped alcohol-free champagne all night. I couldn’t stand alcohol-free beverages, but it tasted like the best drink of my life tonight. I’d even been called up to the stage and handed an award for the fastest time submitted for the 200m butterfly. This was the path to everything I’d ever wanted, and yet…the highlight of my night had nothing to do with the event but with who had come with me.
Fuck, Myles. I could kill him and kiss him at the same time, and that was not an image that I ever wanted in my head. He’d said from day one that there was something unique about Ren, and the fucker was right. I’d been fighting it for months, would still deny it if asked and yet, I had no clue what real jealousy felt like until this moment.
Her smile was completely captivating, and many people—too many of them men—wanted to be in her presence. While many had come up to chat with me, it was impossible to ignore Ren. It was as if a caged feral animal resided in my chest every time someone shook her hand or looked at her with more than a friendly glance. The blatant eye fucking from some of the men was enough to make me thankful that I couldn’t bring a gun into the event. It would’ve been a bloodbath, and there was no rational explanation for the sudden burst of emotion. The only thing I’d been able to come up with was the fact that she’d made this possible.
“So, do you only race the 200,” the national team coach, Mr. Richards, asked.
All I need to say is no, I swim several. But instead, my mind is on my hand, and my hand is on Ren’s hip.
Taking a sip of my drink to give my brain a few seconds, I cleared my throat. “No, I also race the 400 individual medley and the team medley. But the butterfly is my strongest stroke.”
“I’d be interested in seeing you compete in person, Nash. When is your next meet?”
“This Thursday and Friday, actually. Wayward is hosting against other prominent clubs and schools in the area. It will be a two-day event and is a qualifier,” I said.
“If you’ll excuse me. I need to use the ladies,” Ren said and slipped away from me.
The heat from her touch remained despite her absence. I looked over my shoulder as she walked away, and the swaying of her ass had me itching to get out of this suit.
“Your girlfriend is quite lovely,” Mr. Richards said.
My head snapped back in his direction. If he was looking at her ass…I didn’t care who he was. He was a dead man. Luckily for him, he was looking at me.
“How long have you two been together?”
“What does that matter?”
“Just curious. If you make the team, you’ll be required to travel quite often. It can put a real strain on a relationship.”
I ground my teeth but forced a smile, hating the probing into my non-existent relationship.
“I’m sure we will be fine. We’ve been through some very rocky waters already and are stronger for it,” I said, only half lying.
“Very good. I’ll look into the event this week and see if I’m able to work it into my schedule. Have a good evening, Nash.”
Mr. Richards held out his hand for me to shake, and I returned his gesture. As soon as he turned to leave, I wheeled around and followed Ren.
Stepping out of the banquet hall, I searched for her. This place was too fucking large. Letting Ren out of my sight was an awful idea. Fuck.
The plaque on the wall pointed me in the right direction, and I marched down the corridor. Just as I reached the women’s bathroom, Ren walked out, but she was looking down into her purse.
“Jesus Christ, Nash,” she said as she came a breath away from running into me. “What are?—”
Grabbing her by the waist, I pushed her up against the wall and snarled at her.
“What are you doing? Are you insane? Don’t answer that. I know you are. Let go,” she whispered, but her eyes were hard and murderous, and there was no saving me tonight. I was lost to whatever magic she had used to ensnare me.
“Don’t ever leave me,” I growled, feeling as out of control as I sounded, which scared the fucking shit out of me.
“Have you completely lost your mind? I didn’t leave you, I?—”
Wrapping my hand around her throat, she gasped a moment before I kissed her. I’d been thinking about it all evening. Just like the night of my party, she was defensive at first, but with each second that ticked by, the hard shell she kept firmly in place broke away. With a moan, Princess opened her mouth and placed her hands on my chest. She was melting beneath my touch, but it wasn’t enough. I had to have her. I ravaged her mouth, not giving her a second to think until we were completely breathless.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered against her cherry-flavored lips while I stole the tiny mint she was sucking from the tip of her tongue.
“I know it’s almost over, but what about the banquet? Don’t you want to stay until the end?” Her voice was breathy as she spoke.
“No, I don’t care. Let’s go.”
Taking her hand, I couldn’t get us out of this place fast enough. I handed the valet my ticket when we reached the booth seconds later.
“Nash….”
Pulling Ren closer, I placed a finger on her lips, and for just a second, I thought she might bite. My already uncomfortable pants became unbearable as I pictured her doing just that. What the fuck was wrong with me?
“Just don’t,” I ordered, and she sucked in a seething breath that turned me on even more. “Please,” I added, and shivered then she nodded.
The rev of a motor announced my car. Ren slipped inside. Her eyes locked with mine as I held her door. I practically ran to get behind the wheel. The hotel wasn’t far, but it felt like it took forever to pull up out front.
We hadn’t said a word since we left the museum and remained quiet as we walked through the lobby. The moment we stepped into the elevator, it was over. I couldn’t take it anymore. A tiny yelp left Ren’s lips as I all but attacked her against the mirrored wall. If we plummeted to our deaths, I wouldn’t have even noticed. Not that it mattered. I was already falling down another hole, one that was equally terrifying.
Yanking up her dress, I finally got my hands on her ass and groaned into her mouth. Ren’s arms wrapped around my neck, and I pulled her up my body.
“You’re making me crazy,” I said, breaking the kiss as the elevator stopped. I glanced over my shoulder at the couple waiting to get on with their mouths hanging open. “Take the next one,” I ordered, and they nodded as the doors closed, and we continued our ascent to the top floor.
My hands roamed all over her body. A body that had haunted me every fucking night for months. I had her bra unclipped before carrying her out into the hallway. There was no need to be modest. We were in the only room on this floor.
“Grab the key,” I said, and she slipped her hand into my suit jacket pocket to pull it out. The beep of the key letting us in sounded like a gift, and a gavel dropped at the same time.
Kissing the side of her neck, Ren moaned and arched into my hold as she ran her fingers through my hair. I inhaled and shivered as her scent filled me. How many times had I been minding my own fucking business, and this scent would hit me. It had somehow seeped into all my clothes, my pillowcase, and everything else I touched.
A very small part of me knew this was a bad idea. But the roar of need coursing through my body like smoldering lava in my veins wasn’t letting me think straight.
“Tell me to stop,” I said, even as I walked toward my room. “Please, Princess. Order me to stop, or I won’t,” I said, but Ren remained quiet. “I can’t stop myself, and I don’t want to.” I halted at the foot of the bed, giving her one last opportunity to tell me to go fuck myself. “Tell me to leave, and I will. Do it, Princess, and save us both.”
Instead, Ren kissed me, and whatever interlocking pieces there were inside my mind that held a semblance of sanity broke apart.
Ren
“Tell me to stop,” he said. I knew we were heading to his room—he hadn’t been lying about the separate beds—and yet I couldn’t come up with a reason why we shouldn’t do this.
“Please, Princess. Order me to stop, or I won’t,” he growled, the desire thick on his tongue. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. “I can’t stop myself, and I don’t want to,” he said, his voice losing more composure as we stopped at the foot of the bed. He stared into my eyes, giving me one more moment to think, but what had been building between us was beyond thought. “Tell me to leave, and I will. Do it, Princess, and save us both,” Nash said, his lips just touching mine.
His body shook, and the hard muscles of his shoulders flexed under my fingers. Instead of telling him to stop, I kissed him. That was when all rational thought that I’d been clinging to fell away, leaving me freefalling.
“You’re a fucking siren,” Nash snarled.
I didn’t know what he meant by that, and at the moment, I didn’t care. I only needed him closer. My lips were sore from his ravenous kiss, but I wanted more. I wanted it all. Stopping this from happening was like trying to stop a ship from sinking with a bucket.
Nash moved his mouth to my neck and bit me like a goddamn vampire. His groan of pleasure was so erotic that I held him tighter as the sound raced through my body until I was nothing more than a panting mess. His teeth grazed my skin back up to my lips, and then he locked eyes with me.
No life vests would be thrown. I was sinking into the blue of his eyes and letting him pull me under. I was so tired of fighting this, so tired of denying what had kept me awake at night.
“Are you wet for me, Princess?” Grabbing a handful of my hair, he yanked my head back, and I gasped. “Tell me.”
“No,” I lied, and he chuckled.
“Liar. I would bet my life that you’re dripping for me.”
“Not a fucking chance,” I said and glared at him.
He smirked. This was us. This had always been us.
“I swear I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming yes this time, Princess.”
“You can try.”
Nash dropped me on the bed. I screamed as I landed with a bounce. My throat ran dry as he tossed off his jacket and then ripped his shirt off like it was pissing him off as much as I was.
I tried to push myself up the bed, but he snatched my ankle, trapping me like an animal in a snare.
“Where do you think you’re going, Princess?” I licked my lips. “What? No sharp answer,” he asked as he slowly undid the strap on my heel and tossed it away. He made quick work of the second one, but when I went to move backward, he shook his head at me.
“You did this to me,” he accused and pointed to the massive bulge in his dress pants. “It’s what you’ve been doing to me every fucking day. You’re relentless.”
“That’s always been a you problem.”
“Not tonight, it’s not. I gave you the chance to run, and you didn’t take it.”
Nash dragged me to the very edge of the bed. He was terrifying like this, but I only wanted him more. He was right. I had my chance, and I didn’t take it or want to change my mind now.
“Take my cock out.” Nash wasn’t amused when I sassily rolled my eyes. He gripped my jaw, fingers pressed tightly, just shy of painful. “Don’t you dare give me that fucking look, or the first thing I’ll do is fuck this mouth of yours. Take…my...cock…out.”
I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and ate up the dark look in his eyes as he watched.
“Okay.”
My tone clearly said only because I wanted to, and it earned me a snarl. I kept my eyes on his, not needing to look to undo the black leather belt. He was most likely going to use it on me tonight if I kept pushing him. That was when I knew he’d broken me because that sounded like a great idea. Just the thought made my cheeks tingle where he’d spanked me.
As soon as his belt hung free, I traced the outline of his dick with my fingers. Nash growled and released my face so I could see what was waiting for me. My insides were out of control. My heart pounded hard, matching my pulse and the throbbing between my legs.
“Don’t fuck with me tonight, Princess.”
He shook his head at me, almost pleading. I reached up and released the clip in my hair, and it fell around my shoulders in loose waves.
“What will you do to me if I keep pushing?”
“Fuck this,” he said, and his voice was deeper and raspier than before.
I squealed and tried to dart away as he whipped the leather out of his loops, but he still managed to catch me with one arm. My ass could already feel the belt even though he hadn’t touched me with it.
“Where are you running off to?”
Nash quickly wrapped my wrists like I was a calf at the rodeo and hauled me flush against his body. His mouth was relentless on my neck. If I hadn’t been a puddle already, I was now. My legs shook as he towered over me and filled me with a passion that seemed to have always been there and was just waiting for me to let go to ignite.
“Are you going to keep testing me?”
“I didn’t know I was.”
He sat down and dragged me over his lap. I knew it was coming, and I wanted it all. Nash’s hand cracked against my ass. I jerked forward, causing me to rub against the hard cock pushing into my stomach.
“You’re an asshole,” I hissed, and he smacked me again. “I hate you,” I moaned.
“Liar,” he growled, giving my ass three more smacks before yanking me to my feet. My ass was throbbing and heat radiated between my thighs.
Nash kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth and stealing my breath away until my head was light. When he let go, I stumbled and sat down on the bed. He stripped off the rest of his clothes while I eyed the cock that now bobbed in front of my face.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Maybe, maybe not.” Yeah, I was a liar.
Leaning over, he forced me to lay back. I tried to wiggle away from him, but he followed, crawling onto the bed like he was stalking me.
“Why can’t you admit that you want me?”
“Why can’t you,” I bit back.
“I think it’s obvious that I do,” he said, sitting back on his knees.
Like a cat with a toy, I watched his hand glide up and down his shaft. His abs flexed as he squeezed harder, and the final marble in my brain rolled out the door.
“I want you,” I said, finally caving into the three words I’d sworn would remain locked away forever.
Nash’s control slipped at my confession, and whatever I’d been fighting between us was stripped away as quickly as my dress. The wild look in his eyes as he grabbed the fabric and tore it in half should’ve been terrifying, but it only made me hotter. He somehow made me feel the same level of desperation that was in his touch.
My strapless bra was whipped away, and I cried out in pleasure as he sucked my nipple into his mouth and tore a hole in my lace panties. He settled between my legs, and I loved feeling his weight pressing into me. The heat from his skin made me shiver. There was no gentle teasing before he shoved a finger into my pussy and groaned into my mouth. He thrust in and out, teasing me and pushing the climax that was right there on the edge even higher.
“You’re not a good liar, Princess. This pussy is soaked. Have you wanted to fuck me all night?”
“Yes. Oh god, yes, more,” I cried, churning my hips as my pussy clenched around his finger.
“You’re going to get me killed,” he said, shaking like he was still trying to hold himself back.
Wrapping my tied hands around his neck, I whispered in his ear. “Fuck me. I want you.”
That was it. The last of Nash’s control snapped completely. Somehow, his blue eyes took on another level of intensity that shouldn’t be humanly possible as he grabbed my hips. The tip of his cock teased me as he nudged at my entrance.
“Yes,” I said. “Please…Nash.”
The world stopped or maybe spun on its axis as he thrust his massive cock into me in a single go, rubbing over my G-spot. I screamed and bucked up with my hips as I came all over him.
“Oh, fuck me. That feels incredible,” Nash said, pulling back and sliding in much easier and deeper this time.
“Oh fuck…I’m a dead man,” he growled. I had no idea who he was referring to, but if he thought Myles and the guys were going to care, he was wrong. “So fucking tight and wet. I want you to come again.”
Holding my hands above my head, he completely covered my body, his hips pumping faster. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he snarled at me, his face twisted in pleasure. I savored the look and craved to see him lose himself. To know that I made Nash feel anything, let alone lose control, was something I didn’t know I craved until now.
Meeting him thrust for thrust, I loved how he swore and braced his arms to hover over me. Keeping my wrists trapped, he picked up the pace until we were bouncing with the force of his movements.
“Such a sweet fucking pussy,” he said and pounded into me so hard that he physically stole the air from my lungs as he ripped the orgasm from my body.
“Nash…yes…fuck, I’m coming,” I yelled before I came so hard that it made the first climax feel like a teaser. My eyes rolled back in my head as my mouth hung open, and my pussy clamped down around his relentless thrusts.
“Fuck,” Nash roared as I came. “I can’t hold back. Feels so good.” His movements became completely erratic. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…you’re mine,” he growled, and those two words alone set off a chain of climaxes in my body like fireworks.
“You’re fucking mine, Princess,” he said, crashing his lips to mine with a guttural sound that made me shudder as his body froze. With each pulse of his cock he swore. He jerked one last time and then went quiet. His mouth was still on mine as we stared into each other’s eyes, but I couldn’t read him.
“You’re mine, Princess.” I nodded, not trusting my voice to work properly.
He untied my hands and tossed the belt away, but I knew that if I pushed him, he wouldn’t hesitate to use it on my ass next time.
We were still breathing heavily when his cock twitched inside of me, and I gasped at the sudden movement.
Nash clenched his fist and held his knuckles in front of my face. My eyes darted over the word even though I already knew what it said.
“What does that say?”
“Mine.”
“That’s right. You’re mine, Princess.” Nash’s voice was rough, like he’d swallowed gravel and smoked a pack of cigarettes. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. “Do you understand me?”
“But what about—” Nash cut me off.
“No.” He shook his head. “You can fuck them all you want. Love them all you want. But at the end of the day, you’re mine. Now say it.”
“I’m yours,” I whispered.
Nash kissed me like he had at the museum. So much more than just need was in his touch, and I tasted something far sweeter on his lips, but neither of us said the words.
“Roll over and get on your knees. I’m fucking you again.” He gripped my throat, constricting my airway, but not enough to scare me. Nash licked my bottom lip before biting it and sucking it into his mouth. “And this time, I want you to scream my name until you can’t anymore. I want all of Seattle to know who owns this pussy.” I nodded again. “Now tell me who you belong to.”
“I’m yours.”
“Good girl, Princess.”