16. Breakfast
Breakfast
Willa
I look over at the clock, and it says 7:45. Knowing we need to get ready for breakfast, I am not sure I want to leave this blissful spot. Which is me wrapped in Nash's arms as he strokes my arm with his fingertips. Every once in a while, he kisses the top of my head followed by a tight squeeze that pulls us closer together. From the shower to the whirlwind that happened in my bedroom was beyond ecstasy.
Only when I close my eyes can I picture small snippets.
He carries me to my bed and gently lays me down as he stands back up, and I have the best view of this tall, greek god, chiseled specimen where everything about him is vast. Nash stands there, eyeing every inch of my body. Something that has always made me feel self conscious, especially with my scars, but he somehow makes me feel attractive. It is when he notices the long scar up my thigh, he leans down, gliding his fingers up it, until he gets to the tattoo.
“Honeysuckle vines,” he whispers and kisses it from top to bottom. I lay there speechless, just taking his broadness in and shocked with his gentleness toward me.
“Beautiful Cherry.” He continues to kiss me down my leg until he reaches my ankle where another surgery scar is located. He licks the scar, then kisses it. “Your body tells this intense aesthetically vivid story, Willa. These are a part of you, your story. Never feel ashamed,” he says as he comes back up, devouring my mouth.
Touching my lips with my fingers, I relive the sensation. Letting out a dreamy sigh, I open my eyes to make sure he is still with me. That this is not all a dream. He kisses the top of my head followed by a tight squeeze, so I close my eyes again.
This time, honing in the exact instant he slid inside my wet center, separating my tight flesh. Taking his time, feeling me stretch as he pushed onward. The groan that escaped him was deep and pleasurable. Asking me to relax, take deep breaths, and to keep looking in his eyes. Telling me I'm such a good girl had me swooning. Never in my life did I think I would be submitting to someone else's desires, but I am finding with him, they are my desires also. Those honey whiskey swirly eyes I get lost in.
My mind drifts back.
My hands come to the sides of his abdomen, wanting to wrap around him, but I remember he tensed to my touch, as I felt his own scars up his side. He swiftly takes my right hand and pins it above my head and interlocks his fingers with mine. Slamming into me harder, my back arches off the bed as I revel in the serene pleasure he is giving me. His salacious mouth coating every inch of me. That damn mouth that comes down to my nipples, his tongue circling around then sucking as he palms the other breast.
He fills me with root to tip when we find our slowing rhythm. The moment when you so desperately want to enjoy each other, but soon builds up to a faster pace as the need, the want, the desire to combust takes over. Right when I am nearing the edge, he pulls out just enough so I still feel the tip of him inside of me, leaving me pleading for more.
“Oh, Cherry, I will give you more.” Slowly, he pushes back through my center as if we are starting all over again, leaving my body pulsing for him as he again grinds against me. “Fucking hell, Willa. I will never be the same after this.” At the time I was lost in my own exhilaration, but now I wonder what the words actually mean. His unrelenting pace with his hardness wrapped tight within me builds the ache in my core.
“Oh, my.”
“Willa…fuck,” he groans. “Willa.”
“Nash…Nash!'' I scream out, pulling him closer to me as I tighten my fingers in his dark locks to the point of ripping them out. My hips tilt up toward him as I feel the rushing heat escape me, while my muscles clench around him. I ride the tidal wave of the orgasm while he thrusts harder into me, until I feel his whole body tense in satisfaction. My inner workings are still contracting as if they need to milk him for all that he has.
“That’s right, Cherry. Take everything you need,” he groans while his strained muscles slowly push a few more times to drag out the pleasure. Nash pulls my body closer to him and kisses up my collarbone and neck, whispering, “Never the same again.”
Distracting me from my thoughts, Nash says,“Willa, I have no words for what just transpired between us. Describing it would only lessen the moment.”
“I agree.” Looking back up at him, he bends his head down, kissing me sweetly on the lips.
“My cherry,” he whispers against my mouth. “I am not sure how I held back for so long, let alone held myself back in the moment.”
“That was you holding back?” I ask with a surprised laugh, thinking how sore my sensitive area is and stretched I feel on the inside. He rolls me over on my back and hovers over me, trailing his finger down my neck, between my breasts, and down to my navel.
“Only half, baby. But I am easing you into this with me because I care about you, and do not want to hurt you.”
“I did say ‘more.’”
“I promise, there is much more on how I will pleasure you.”
Pulling his mouth to mine, I whisper against his lips, “I look forward to it.” More pleasurable kissing. “But we should get ready for breakfast and prepare for battle.”
“Believe me, I am nothing but prepared to keep what is mine,” Nash tells me as he gets out of bed. With his back to me, sliding on his shirt, I see a few scars, but notice they lead over and down his right side, which is furthest from my view. I decide to save my questions for later. He is so adamant about adoring mine, he needs to let me do the same.
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Nash
We are about to walk inside the breakfast hall of the ranch, and her hand is wrapped in mine. I won’t lie saying I am not nervous because the thought of losing her before this morning was an inconceivable notion. Now, my heart seeks it as a death sentence. How on earth can we feel this connected already? Pulling her hand back a little, signaling her to stop, she turns to me. “I have a confession to make before we walk in there.”
“Nash, not another one?”
“Do not be mad at your brother, but I sort of talked it out of him this morning about your accident. He made it too easy, and I have been wanting to know. You have been so closed off about it and even riding in general. It just seemed odd to me. I am sorry.”
Shaking her head at me, she grumbles, “I am going to kick Dirks’ ass later, but for now, thank you for letting me know. And yes, I hate talking about it because it makes me face the nightmare I was a victim of.”
“What do they tell you?” I question as I rub my hands down her arms, reassuring her she can tell me anything.
“That I am not cut out for it. Not that I am not fucking fantastic at what I do, because I know I am. More like, there is some type of divine intervention by the devil himself that is out to break me. Every time I get close to my goal, something tragic happens. My life has been like that since Brooks entered my orbit. And maybe because I see him as a bad omen, it is like I was cursed the day I let him in my life. And me not talking to you about it is because we are new, though I feel like I have known you my whole life. I warned you this ole heart has been battered and bruised. It still really hurts…All of it. Let alone, how does any of this fit inside your world? The last thing I want to do is embarrass you or your family by being a nobody.”
I pull her hard to my chest, wanting to kill the son of a bitch myself. “You are not a nobody, Willa,” I say vehemently as I squeeze her tightly against me then push her a little so I can lift her chin up to look at me, my thumbs wiping away her tears. What did that bastard or anyone else do to her to think she is nothing? All this reminds me to check in with Grant on the whereabouts of Brooks. “You are a magnificent work of art. There is no way anyone would think differently or I will personally kick their ass. You ask how all this fits in my world? Because Willa, not sure if you have noticed, but you have quickly become my world. I know I owe you an explanation of my past and scars, and we will discuss it soon, I promise, but know you are worth whatever I could lose along the way in this life. I am realizing it brought me to you, and I plan on keeping you next to me. The feeling of knowing each other since forever is shared. Trust me. I freak myself out daily on how strong my feelings are and what to do with them.”
Kissing me, she smiles against my lips. “Don’t hold back on me, Cowboy.” I pick her up in my arms and swing her around, while kissing her. Until we are interrupted by a throat clearing and a sharp, “Willa.”
She jumps out of my arms and straightens her back and clothes. “Good morning, Mama, good morning, Pa.”
“Good Morning, Willa. Starting breakfast a little early?” her mom asks and then winks at me.
“Mama, Pa, this is Nash. The guy I was telling you about over dinner the other night.”
Her pa speaks up, eying me up and down, “I know exactly who he is.”
Holding my hand out to shake, I hold back a grimace. “Sure is a pleasure to meet you, Sir.”
Bypassing my hand, he continues to walk on by. “Come on, let's grab some breakfast and chat.”
Shifting my eyes to Willa as to what the hell just happened, she shrugs her shoulders. Her mom turns and smiles at us and follows behind her husband. I rub my hand over my face then back through my hair. Looking down at Fletcher who seems to be worried as well, I take a deep breath and trail in.
Buffet style, I follow Willa around like a puppy so as to not lose her, and because I am not sitting at the table with her pa by myself. He scares this shit out of me, and I think back to what Clint said about his grandfather being a scary crazy bastard. I try to take in the surroundings to get my nerves in check. Fletcher has his nose in the back of my knee as if I am going down any moment. The walls are covered in cowboy art as well as rawhides and animals. From the ceiling, there are 2 antler chandeliers that hang up over the rustic farmhouse tables, and there are at least ten of them lined throughout the large space.
“Hey. Want me to make a small plate for Fletcher?”
“Um, sure, if it is okay?”
“Breathe, Nash. It will be fine.”
“Sure, yes, I am fine. I got this.”
“Have you ever met a girl's parents before?”
“Not in the sense where my entire happiness is in their hands, no. No, Willa, I have not. Besides, I only had one girlfriend back in high school. No one else has mattered since then.”
“Good to know and a lot of information you just released. Taking notes, Cowboy.” This gets me to chuckle and relax a bit as we head to the far end table to sit with her family.
“Willa, sit that boy across from me. I want to see him clearly as we speak,” her pa says. We take our seats, and I begin to shovel food in my mouth to keep from speaking. Willa leans down and introduces Fletcher to everyone and lets everyone know he is my support dog. Everyone nods, and it goes quiet for a few minutes as everyone begins to eat. This time it is Willa who places her hand on my thigh and squeezes, letting me know all is going to be alright.