5. Avery
FIVE
Avery
H is words hit me deep, sinking into my very soul. An apology was the last thing I expected from Nash Holloway. A brush off? Maybe. Gaslighting? Absolutely. But not an apology.
So for him to be sitting here, holding my hand and telling me with all sincerity that he felt bad for what he’d done?
I was struggling not to swoon.
Looking back, I could see that his comment hadn’t been malicious, just poorly timed. The real villains were the misogynists I worked with.
“Well,” I stuttered, my mouth suddenly dry. “I—uh, thank you. I appreciate that.”
“I’d really like a chance to get to know you better,” he said, his gaze dropping to my lips, and my thighs involuntarily clenched together.
“How much better?” My voice was nearly unrecognizable, low and throaty, and I would have been embarrassed if it weren’t for the way Nash leaned toward me.
“As much as you’ll let me.”
“And if I want to let you get to know all of me?”
Nash groaned, the sound sending shivers through my body, as he pressed his forehead to mine, squeezing my fingers with what felt like desperation.
“I might never want to know anyone else ever again.”
I kissed him. There really was no other option, and if I was being honest, it was something I’d wanted to do for a long time. Only my hurt feelings and my pride had stood in my way.
Taking him by surprise, I lifted my chin and pressed my lips to his. Releasing another of those sexy groans, Nash coiled his arms around me, pulling me across the couch until I was straddling his lap, my skirt riding up my thighs as he forced my legs to spread.
Like peanut butter , I thought, and nearly laughed out loud.
“Avery,” he breathed, gripping my thigh. “Babe, we can slow down.”
“Faster works too,” I suggested, suddenly ravenous for him. Placing both my hands on his shoulders, I pulled back, looking him in the eye as I ground down against the monster in his sweats, loving his long, low grown. Reaching for my blouse, Nash began undoing the buttons with surprising dexterity, sliding it off my shoulders and revealing my white lace bra underneath.
“Been waiting so long for this.”
“You have?” I questioned, reaching for the hem of the athletic shirt that had been driving me nuts all night. The sight of the incredible abs he was hiding beneath it had my nipples peaking in response. Holy hell, he was sexy.
“I told you, babe. Spellbound from the minute I laid eyes on you.”
“But...that was seven years ago.” I was honestly shocked.
“Trust me, I know. Seven years of torture, watching you work in those sexy little suits you wear.” He emphasized the point by sliding his hands under what was left of my skirt to grip two handfuls of my ass. “Seven years of seeing your amazing knowledge and love of the game that means so much to me. Seven years of wishing I hadn’t fucked up that night so that you’d look at me with something other than hate.”
“Hate is a strong word,” I repeated back to him, ending on a moan when he finally put his mouth on me, his clever tongue finding my nipple through the lace.
“Are you saying you’d choose a different one now?”
“That depends,” I teased, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. “Are you going to stop talking and start fucking me?”
“Jesus Christ, you are a sassy one.”
“Less words, more orgasms.”
With a growl, Nash flipped us, twisting so my back landed on the cushions, and he loomed over me, hunger in his eyes.
“Babe, I’m gonna give you so many orgasms it’ll make your head spin.”
“I’ll be sure to watch your stats closely.”
“See?” Nash laughed, pressing another hot kiss to my lips. “Sassy.”
With that, he moved, heading south, and before I could even register his intent, his mouth was on me again. Hooking a finger in my panties, Nash tugged them out of the way as he started feasting.
There was no stopping the tortured moan that escaped me as Nash’s tongue circled my sensitive clit, tracing it lightly before sucking it between his lips. Hard. Almost against my will, my hips began to move, circling and grinding, chasing his talented mouth when he pulled back, teasing.
I was about to call him on it when he switched tactics, sliding two thick fingers into me, and the full feeling was so intense, my eyes rolled back in my head. Nash worked my body with all the determination of a dedicated athlete, and it wasn’t long before I was coming, my fingers tangled in his hair as I bucked against his face.
“First down,” he growled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Time for special teams.”
Before I could ask what that meant, Nash stood, scooping me off the couch and over his shoulder.
“Nash!” I squealed. “Wait! You’ll injure yourself, and I won’t be held responsible if you guys lose tomorrow.”
“Ignoring that,” he muttered, delivering a firm slap to by butt before tossing me on the bed. “Get naked, babe, because I have a lot of pent-up sexual frustration I need to unleash on you tonight.”
“Just tonight?” My words were hesitant as I unzipped my skirt and shimmied it over my hips. I didn’t want to seem desperate, but I hated the idea that this would be a one-time thing. Nash wasn’t wrong when he said there was something between us. I’d just spent far too long fighting it.
“ Starting tonight,” he assured me, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a whole strip of condoms. “And for every night after, if you’ll have me.”
I blinked at him, wondering just how serious he was. Because things like that didn’t happen to girls like me. Curvy nerds who had to claw and scrape for every single milestone they achieved didn’t end up with star football players with abs of steel and a killer smile.
But if that were true, then why was Nash Holloway standing before me, naked as the day he was born, staring at me with hope and longing in his eyes?
And why the hell did I like it so much?
Unable to think of anything to say, I simply nodded, loving the way Nash’s smile curved up at my acceptance.
Once he had the condom on, Nash crawled over me, slotting his hips into the cradle of my thighs as he held himself up with one arm.
“Avery.” His voice was soft and full of reverence. “Last chance, baby girl. If you say yes, I’m fixin’ to take this all the way.”
“Well, you’re already in the red zone,” I breathed, rolling my hips against the hard length of his cock, making him groan. “You better finish the drive.”
“Oh, I intend to go... deep .” On the last word, he slid inside me, and I gasped at the delicious stretch.
“Nash,” I wailed, gripping his shoulders as he picked up the pace, snapping his hips rhythmically and creating the most amazing sensations inside me.
“I knew my name would sound amazing coming outta your mouth.” Placing one hand on the headboard, Nash fucked me just as deep as he promised, and when I came for the second time, I did it with his name on my lips.
Three condoms later, we finally reached the point of exhaustion, and Nash pulled me close, one hand on my hip and the other tracking gentle lines up and down my back. The evening had been a surprise, but one I was very happy with. When I finally fell asleep, I drifted off knowing that nothing would ever be the same again.