34. Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter thirty-four
Carter
My phone dings with a text in the middle of the movie, which doesn’t happen often when I’m with Nash. Usually, he’s the only one texting me. I assume it must be spam, but I check it anyway. And good thing I did. It’s not spam. It’s Heather.
Heather: Hey, we’re free most of the afternoon tomorrow if you are.
Me: I am free all day. Tell me what time works best for you.
Me: And again, thank you so much for this.
Heather: It’s my pleasure! How does two sound?
Me: Two works for me! Thank you :)
I think about it for a moment and sneak a glance at Nash, whose attention is on the TV. I would love for him to come with me, but is it weird to ask her if he can? It’d be weirder to show up without asking, I think. I’d be more comfortable if he was there with me.
Me: Is it okay if I bring my friend with me?
Friend doesn’t feel like the right word. Neither does boyfriend or partner. But I have to call him something, and this just seems the easiest, even if it isn’t accurate.
Heather: Of course! We will see you then.
Me: See you then!
“Are you busy tomorrow?” I ask.
“Only with you,” he says with his gaze still on the TV. After a moment, he faces me and smirks.
Ah, I see what he did. He made a decision involving me.
“The people who adopted Teddy? She said I can go visit her tomorrow, and I was hoping you’d come with me.”
“Teddy doesn’t even like me.”
“Now that’s not true,” I huff. “She just needs time to get to know you, and tomorrow is the perfect opportunity for that.” I take his hand.
“Come on, you need to meet these people. They’re amazing, and I’m telling you, just thinking about her little boy sleeping with Teddy makes me want to cry all over again. ”
Of course I told Nash all about that. How I lost my absolute loving mind when I saw Ryan and Teddy cuddling. Maybe it was the emotions I already had built up over going through my Ryan’s things, but it doesn’t matter. I let it out and it made me feel better. I’ve felt lighter since.
“I would love to go with you,” he says.
I crawl over to him, throw my leg over his so I can straddle his lap. I dig my fingers through his hair and kiss him. His hands go to my hips, holding on tightly, like he’s afraid I might disappear if he doesn’t.
The kiss deepens, quickly heating up and turning into so much more than what I intended.
But in no way am I complaining. I can’t get enough of this man.
I grind down on him, feeling him hard beneath me.
He groans a low rumbling sound that comes from his chest, and my body lights up.
His mouth moves to my neck, licking and sucking at my sensitive skin. Always finding the right spots.
“Nash…” I breathe out, hands still digging through his hair as he tastes my skin. “Nash, I want you to fuck me.”
“I want to fuck you, Carter,” he responds breathily.
Hearing those words come out of his mouth does something to me. I already knew he did, just like he knew that I wanted him to. But hearing it… fuck.
“Take me to the bedroom.”
He stands with ease, keeping me in his arms. I tighten my grip around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us to the bedroom. I’m impressed with his strength. I’m not big, but I’m big enough, and he’s carrying me like I weigh nothing.
Carefully, he lays me down on the bed and crawls over me, his body a welcome weight against mine.
Nash kisses me deeply, his tongue soft and velvety.
He works my pants off and takes me into his hand, stroking me slowly before sliding his hand down beneath my balls to press against the spot there, massaging.
I moan, gripping him, wanting him to go even further down.
“More,” I beg.
His finger moves down until he brushes my hole, teasing me and making me want so much more.
“Do you have lube?” I ask.
“Be patient.”
His mouth moves to my neck, along my collar bone and to the other side before finding my mouth again. His finger hasn’t stopped, prodding but not going inside.
I tear open his jeans and shove them down.
“I want you,” I moan.
He chuckles a raspy sound against my throat, his teeth grazing against my Adam’s apple. I squeeze his dick, causing him to groan.
“Fuck me, Nash. Stop making me wait.”
He kisses the spot beside my mouth, then my nose before standing. He takes off the rest of his clothes. I sit up and get rid of my shirt as he moves to the end table to open the drawer, pulling out a box of condoms and lube.
“Prepared, huh?”
“For you.”
“That’s not that I meant.”
“Well, now you don’t have to question it. I bought this on Thursday.”
I can’t help but smile at the thought. I knew he wanted to do this, and I love that he prepared for it. And I also love that he’s reassuring me even though I said I didn’t need it.
He jerks his head toward the top of the bed. “Get up there.”
I move against the pillows to get more comfortable. Nash climbs on the bed and settles in front of me. I bend my knees and put my feet flat on the mattress. He looks down at me like he’s about to devour me. I hope he does.
Dragging a finger along my balls, my dick twitches, precum spilling from the tip to land on my stomach.
He pours the lube into his hand, rubbing his fingers together to warm it before bringing them to my hole. I tense, but every part of me wants this—him inside me.
He massages me gently, before sliding a finger in. My hips lift, my lips parting on a moan as he slowly works his finger deeper. Then another. And another.
I want this man so bad that it isn’t even uncomfortable. It doesn’t hurt. I just want to feel him.
With his fingers, he fucks me slowly and deeply, loosening me for him. He doesn’t touch my dick once, but he stares at it, watching it twitch and bounce. His expression is intense, sexy in a way I can’t describe.
“Nash, please—”
“I’m coming, baby. Don’t worry.” He moves forward, pulling his fingers out and applying the condom before nudging his cockhead against me. He eases forward and pulls out. He does this over and over until he’s fully inside me.
He lays over me, holding himself up with his elbows as he kisses me and fucks me slowly.
I hold on to him like I’ve never held on to anyone before.
Nash somehow fucks me with so much emotion that it feels like more.
It is more. Everything I’ve felt for this man spills over, and I feel it from him too.
This is big. Whatever this is between us, it’s huge. Special.
Nash kisses my lips, my cheeks, my neck. My fingers grip him as he moves in and out with firm, quick thrusts that have my dick leaking and my body hot.
“Nash—” His name comes out raspy, and I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say.
“I know,” he says. “I feel it, too.”
Tears burn my eyes but not for any reason I can think of. Everything is perfect. So I push them away and allow myself to feel everything good that’s happening. I let myself be in the moment, feel Nash on top of me, inside of me—I feel him everywhere.
Nash’s breathing changes, and I have a feeling he’s close.
“I want to come with you,” I say. “At the same time. Please—”
His hand finds my cock and he strokes me along with his thrusts.
“I’m going to come,” he warns. “You feel too good; I can’t help it.”
“Harder—” I grasp onto his forearm, digging my nails in.
He thrusts harder, squeezing my cock a little tighter.
A deep sound rumbles in his chest, and I feel his dick pulsing inside me. It sends me over the edge with him, just like I wanted.
We’re both panting, holding each other like we’ll never let go. We don’t move for a long time, with no words spoken. We don’t need them. We both know that something serious just changed between us. And there is no going back.