Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Bailey
B utter, sugar, bourbon infused maple syrup, eggs, cream, vanilla, and pecan extract. Flour, baking powder, baking soda, a dash of cinnamon, and a sprinkle of salt.
I make a mental note of all the wet and dry ingredients I’ve beat together, wondering where the hell I went wrong. Instead of the decadent and sweet aroma of maple and candied pecans swirling in the air, all I smell is the rancid scent of burnt ash. It’s been months since I’ve messed up a cupcake recipe. After years of practice, I could pop these babies out in my sleep.
However, today they’ve fallen flat. Worse than that, the cake itself isn’t pillowy and moist. They’re completely dry and burnt to a crisp.
The fire alarm blares loudly in the room as I pull over the stepladder and climb it, pushing the button to silence it.
“Everything okay in here?” Billie calls out, standing under the door leading into the kitchen I’m in. She waves her hand in front of her face, clearing the smoke lingering in the air. “I heard a loud screech, thought maybe there was a cat in heat trying to escape the prowls of a male. Then the fire alarm went off.”
I don’t even laugh at her attempt at a joke which visibly worries her. Billie eyes the flat, charred cupcakes sitting in the tray on the counter, the ones I’m currently staring at in bewilderment. Trying to recall where I went wrong, I replay everything I did since arriving at five in the morning today, after sneaking out of bed.
That’s when it hits me. The reason I snuck out of bed before the sun rose in the sky, all to avoid dealing with the elephant in the room. Or, in my case, the naked man in my room. I had sex with Nash Bishop. Not only was he in my bed this morning, he spent all night in it, making my toes curl into the mattress in the most electrifying and delicious way as he gave me multiple orgasms. Not only were they the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced, but there is also no way I’ll ever experience anything close to it with anyone else.
My cheeks heat as I recall every sensation I felt, each word he whispered into my ear, and the wild thoughts that ran through my mind in the moments after. Sex has never felt the way it does with Nash. The only times I’ve ever climaxed, other than with him, are from my own fingers and toys. No man has come close to pleasure me the way Nash has or spoken to me the way he does. Nash makes me not only feel beautiful, but sexy and desired.
The way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me and please me left me feeling exhilarated and empowered. Though it also has made me question everything about this uncontrollable need brewing between us. It burned brighter than any flame, stronger than any wildfire, and hotter than the sun itself.
Could I really forgive and forget our tangled past? Am I willing to see this, whatever there is between us, through for as long as he remains in Crossroads? What will become of me when Nash ultimately leaves again?
Because he will. Nash has reminded me countless times he isn’t here to stay. Even went as far as once again begging me to promise not to fall in love, which essentially serves as a reminder not to confuse our time together as anything more than a need to be fulfilled. Nash won’t be my forever, not that I’m in the market for one, but can I really walk away unscathed at the end of this?
Those are the unsettling thoughts frantically flooding my mind, the ones that kept me up at night, the ones so loud I can’t bake a simple cupcake without burning it. I even took a bath in the small guest bathroom tub this morning to avoid waking him and having to explain why I was walking out on him.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I toss the burnt cupcakes into the trash bin beside the counter and grab a clean bowl off the shelf. “I have three weeks to make over twenty dozen of these and I can’t, for the life of me, get one right.”
Billie walks over to stand beside me, staring down at the mess of flour on the counter and the burnt cupcakes in the trash. “Those don’t look so bad.”
With a deep exhale, I tug my apron off and toss it onto the counter. “Billie, this is my tenth batch of cupcakes today. I’ve been at it for three hours.”
“Take a deep breath and relax,” she says, grabbing me by my shoulders, and leading me over to the stool leaning up against the wall. “Okay, tell me what’s going on, B? You never fuck up a recipe, especially one that means so much to you.”
“I fucked Nash.” I blurt out, but Billie doesn’t seem surprised. If I weren’t so frustrated with myself, I’d be annoyed at my predictability. Of course, she knew this was bound to happen.
Cradling my face in my palms to hide from her inquisitive stare. “Well, that much I figured was obvious.”
“What?” I ask, staring up at her through my open fingers.
Billie hovers over me, taking my hands in hers and tugging them away, but she doesn’t let go. Instead, she leans in closer, her expression empathetic and understanding as she tenderly brushes the flour off my face. “Sweetie, the two of you disappeared after our little performance and I saw the way he practically ripped you out of Jake Macallan’s arms. It wasn’t difficult to guess where you guys had run off to.”
I can’t hide the smile that creeps along my lips amid all this turmoil. “Billie, it was fucking incredible. Sex has never been so good with anyone else and I fear I may be ruined for every other man.”
Billie laughs, but she doesn’t shift her attention away from me. “Bailey, you already were. But I’m going to play devil’s advocate here, don't hate me. Are you sure this is a good idea?”
Billie acts like it’s her job to make me second guess every thought I’m currently fighting in my mind. I can’t fault her for being the ever so attentive and understanding best friend whose job it is to ensure I’m making the right decisions. My best friend is the most thoughtful, empathetic and supportive person I’ve ever met. But the thing I love most about her is that she is brutally honest and would never let me knowingly make a mistake I’d regret without ensuring I’m completely sure of myself and my decision. She’s not the type to sugarcoat things nor pretend like she is unaware of the risks or consequences my choices could bring. Billie is loyal to a fault and as honest as her sweet southern little heart allows.
“I know it’s not, Billie, but I also don’t think I care. This is what I’ve always wanted. For Nash to come back to me, to look at me and realize he made a mistake when he walked away. Did I actually think it would ever happen? No. But now that it has,” I pause, unsure if any of this is true or if it’s just the heat of the moment and all the uncertain emotions running through my mind. “I don’t think I ever really hated him. I hated what he did to me and what it did to how I saw myself as a person and a partner in my relationships. I closed myself off to the possibility of happiness with someone else because I was so hurt he’d done that to us. Though now I realize I’m better because of it. Billie, I did things I probably never would have done if I’d played it safe and not forced his hand that night.”
Her bright blue eyes soften as a bright smile creeps over her lips. “You didn't force him to do anything then and I doubt you did now, B.”
“No, but I also left him with very little choice in the matter. Tell me any man who would have walked away from what I was offering.”
Billie smacks her lips but doesn’t argue what she knows is true. I know she understands everything I went through—how I unknowingly sabotaged every relationship I was in after Nash because I didn’t think I’d ever care about any of them as much as I had for him. Nash left me with a mountain of trust issues and insecurities that further grew the longer he stayed away and proved me right in assuming I wasn’t enough for him to want to stay and fight. Although he might have been forced out of Crossroads—a theory I find increasingly likely—yet he opted to stay away all these years. It seems everyone’s moved on except us.
Billie’s expression hardens, her tone more serious than I’ve ever heard. “You’re saying this is real? Not just some scheme to get even for what he did to you?”
“No, it was never about that.” Was my intent tonight to make Nash jealous? Maybe, but not because I wanted to get back at him for anything. It was more because I wanted him to be the one to break and feel as sexually frustrated as I was. He didn’t just get to stand there looking like fucking sex and sin and think I wouldn’t be affected.
Billie nods in understanding, though she doesn’t offer any opinions about whether she thinks I’m making the right decision or the biggest mistake of my life. “Why don’t you just go home and regroup?”
That’s not the best idea, but I won’t be able to get any more baking done today. Not with the uncertainty about where Nash and I stand, holding me back. “Home is where he’ll most likely be.”
“Has he texted you since you snuck out of bed this morning?”
“I’m not sure, I don’t have my phone on me.” Jumping off the stool, I walk over to the small office we share—more of a room with a small desk and two chairs where we keep our laptop in to go over schedules, payroll and order supplies—where I left my purse. Digging my phone out of the purse, I immediately tense when I see the missed text messages and calls from Nash.
Nash: Is this you walking out on me now?
My heart sinks at the possibility he might actually think that. Truthfully, I walked out on him, but it was more for my sanity—waking up beside the man I’m crazy about was giving me all these nonsense ideas—and not because I regretted any part of what happened between us. Or like Billie had suggested, because of some revenge plot.
Nash: The things I’m going to do to you when I see you because you left me in bed all alone this morning.
Nash: Looks like I wasn’t rough enough with you since you can still walk straight this morning.
Nash: Tell me, Angel? Can you still feel me between your legs? Are your thighs red and aching from the rough scruff of my beard as I devoured your sweet little cunt?
Instantly, the air in the room reaches dangerously high temperatures as a wave of heat washes over me, my face burning bright red as Billie hovers over me. I ignore her laughter as I grab my purse and practically run out of the cafe, stepping out onto the sidewalk and into the fresh autumn air.
The sudden rumble of an engine in the distance startles me, and the closer it gets, the faster my heart races along with the thrumming vibration of the motorcycle approaching from behind me.
“Impressive, huh?” Nash’s deep and husky voice sounds beside me as he pulls up.
Impressive is the wide, devilish smile he wears as he sits on the brand new, black Harley. The bike itself is also pretty impressive, though I know that’s not what he’s referring to. The heat of his gaze is so intense it shoots straight to my pussy, reminding me just how impressive his tongue and mouth were last night.
Reaching for me, he pulls me in, and groans as my mouth goes lax and opens up to him. My tongue darts out to taste his lips, the sweet and spicy scent of tobacco lingering on them. Tossing my arms around his neck, his lips quickly meet mine, tasting and consuming me in a heat of passion as his hands fall to my waist.
The world falls away and nothing but the two of us remains. My fingers deftly twist into his t-shirt, our mouths never once separating as heat pools between my legs. Nash gently breaks the kiss and pulls back, leaving me breathless, and unaware we're still out in the middle of Main Street for everyone to see.
“You have no fucking clue how bad I want you right now, B.” His whisper is harsh, as he pulls me closer and nuzzles his face into my neck, his scruff beard teasing me as he sucks on my skin until he’s sure he’s marked me.
I bring a hand up to his cheek, my other one exploring the taut muscle beneath his white t-shirt. “No jacket today?” I ask, and he lets a deep chuckle out against my neck.
“What’s the point if all it was going to do was come off?” He tugs me onto his lap, his thick erection swollen and hard between my legs.
I can’t help but grind against him, my body immediately ablaze as I recall how hot and wet I was for him last night. How tight he fit inside me, filling me completely. His lips latch onto mine once more and his hands move around to cup my ass, squeezing and further pressing me into his erection.
My nipples, hard and aching as he pulls me into his chest, force me to let out a frustrated curse. I should have worn a thicker bra, though, like he said, why would I if it’s just going to come off?
Reaching down between us, he cups my breast in one hand while his mouth comes down on the other through my thin HoneyBees shirt.
“Nash,” I moan, unfazed by the fact we’re in public. He nips my pebbled peak through the fabric of my bra, one I wore because I knew he loved it, and swirls his tongue around it, biting and sucking it into his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva on my shirt. “Not here Nash, please don’t make me come in the middle of the town square.”
His deep, throaty laughter sends a shiver down my spine, awakening my intense attraction towards everything about him. Brushing his lips against mine, he nips my bottom lip hard, making me squeal before he releases me. The hand between us slides lower until his fingers dip into my leggings. I don’t protest. Once his fingers find my wet pussy, I’m no longer in control of reason.
I squirm in his lap as he teases my clit, my heart racing the moment he grins up at me. “You’re killing me, Angel.” Surprised laughter escapes me as he pulls out and adjusts himself.
“Trust me, Nash, it’s taking everything in me to stop you right now. I’ll give you whatever you want, but I’m not about to let you make me come in the middle of the town. Not when anyone can see us and relay the message to my parents that their less than saintly daughter is coming like a harlot on the back of the devil’s motorcycle.”
Despite knowing I’m not exaggerating, he can’t help but laugh. “Hmm, really? Anything I want?” His voice is low and sexy and makes my knees weak as intense blue eyes gaze into mine and calloused fingers brush the hair away from my face. “Baby, I guarantee there is no way you can give me everything I want without completely ruining me.”
I have to bite my lip to suppress the moan that wants to escape as I picture everything he’s promising me. Images of his cock in my mouth, in my pussy, my lips wrapped around the length of him flood my mind, making me hate I’m the one who’s asked for privacy, forcing him to stop.
However, I don’t want to admit the words he says are so close to fooling me and make me believe he might actually mean them.
When I don't respond, he lets out a growl. “Wanna take a ride on the wild side, Angel?”
Carefully following his lead, I throw my leg over the bike and mount it as instructed, settling in as Nash tosses the helmet over my head and straps it on tight. He joins me, settling in front of me, my hands immediately wrapping around him as I snuggle closer.
Grabbing my hands, he firmly tugs them around his middle, my fingers teasing the waistband of his jeans.
. “Hold on tight, Angel,” he says, pressing the button to start the bike. The low hum of the motor rumbles as he hits the gas, turning into a thunderous roar as we jet off.
Pressed up against his back, I let myself lean on him, reveling in the feeling of his hard body against my chest. The vibrations of the engine work their way through me, eliciting a powerful wave of arousal as we continue to ride down the city streets, air rushing around us and through my hair. I’m suddenly thankful for the god-awful helmet, not that the heap of blonde hair on my head was any better, but at least it won’t further tangle.
It doesn’t take long to reach our destination. The bike comes to a slow and steady pace as we make our way out to the empty plot of land behind an abandoned barn. We’re about five minutes out from his family ranch, his childhood home a speck in the distance.
Mounting off the bike, Nash unclasps my helmet and sets it back under the bike, before extending his hand out for me to take. I oblige, nearly losing my balance as I step down. “Careful, B. I don’t want you spraining your ankle again.”
“I wouldn’t mind so long as you’re here to catch me.” The words slip out without permission and I feel the rush of heat curl up my neck. Closing my eyes, I whisper, “Did I just say that out loud?”
“You’re fucking adorable, Bailey. Always have been. Your innocence and humor is one thing I’ve always loved about you.”
My heart nearly stops. Honestly, I think I may have gone into cardiac arrest because the words, loved about you, came out of Nash’s mouth.
I try not to react or let him see the way his statement affects me. All I do is sit and enjoy the feeling of his fingers caressing my cheek and slipping lower until they’re grazing just above my breastbone. Spreading his legs, he cradles me between his thighs, caging me against the metal of his bike. With my eyes still closed, I let my hands wander over his chest and down to the hem of his shirt. With a soft tug, I tuck my hands underneath it, enjoying the firm, hard muscles of his stomach beneath my fingertips.
Flattening my palms against his warm skin, I lean in closer, closing the small gap of distance between us. “This is so wrong,” I whisper, but my body disagrees. The bike rumbles as his fingers press the starter, and in one swift move, Nash lifts me and hoists me up on the seat.
Bracing myself against the body of the bike, my eyes fly open, meeting the burning need blazing within his dark pupils. Cradling my hips, he pulls me closer, my ass teetering on the edge of the seat as his thick, and extremely hard cock presses against the crotch of my thin leggings.
“I didn’t kiss you that night. I had you on my bike, at my mercy, and I gave up the chance to taste these perfect lips. To feel them against mine. I won’t ever make that same mistake again, Bailey.”
He cradles my face between his hands as he thrusts his cock against me, causing me to cry out from the feel of him rubbing against my clit. “Aahh.” The soft moan escapes me before I can cup my hand over my mouth, but Nash beats me to it, his lips swallowing in my cry of arousal.
I can feel the throbbing bulge of his erection, his large body engulfing me, and making me feel small, yet protected. With a hand behind my head, he releases my hair from the clip I have it in, and watches mesmerized as my long locks of blonde fall over my shoulders. A cool breeze tosses it back, tangling the loose strands framing my face.
Nash reaches for me, his deft fingers combing through the soft tresses, pushing it out of my eyes.
“I’ve never met anyone as beautiful as you, Bailey. Fuck, you have no clue how much I’ve missed you, baby.” His soft growl brings every one of my nerve endings to life, causing my pussy to scream for a chance of release. I want to be touched, to be worshipped by his tongue the way only he knows how. “God, the things you do to me.”
Everything he says is exactly what I’ve prayed to hear all these years, and now that I have, I don’t know how to respond.
He drops a quick soft kiss on my mouth. “Nash,” I murmur, “I want to. Here on the bike.” Closing the remaining distance between us, I allow him to feel just how desperate I am. Guiding one hand to my pussy, I press his fingers against the wetness seeping out of me and marking my leggings. “It’s all for you, Nash. Always for you. Only for you.”
Something about my confession triggers the animalistic instinct burning deep within every man, and with a loud, almost feral growl, Nash reaches for my shirt, tearing it in two. I let out a sharp squeal as the cool breeze hits my heated flesh.
“Oh God, Nash,” I cry out as his fingers tug at the waistband of my leggings. Lifting my ass off the seat, I give him room to slip them down my legs, leaving me in nothing but the matching set of lime green lingerie. The same one he found under my couch that first night in my apartment and told me to one day wear it for him.
I take a moment to breathe and steady my suddenly racing heart, but it’s useless. The moment he lifts his mouth, taking mine in a tender kiss, I’m a fucking goner. I fucking love kissing Nash Bishop. I could do it and nothing else for the rest of my life and be completely content.
In no time, he has me panting, his cock painfully straining against his jeans as he rubs against me, eliciting the most desperate sounds from my lips. I’m frantically tugging at his shirt, needing to see and feel more of him, though he doesn’t let me pull away.
His lips tangle with mine in the most delicious way, dancing to rhythm they so easily fell back into. The rekindled flames of our dwindling romance burn just as bright as they did the first night I was in his arms, proving this is how it was always meant to be. I’m completely sure the universe is making things right.
Releasing my lips for no longer than a second, he swiftly jerks his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor before his lips once again find mine. This time they’re more urgent, fierce and demanding as his tongue pushes inside me, tasting every single inch of my mouth. Teeth clatter, tongues swirl, and when he takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, I nearly come on instinct.
Nash’s warm hands roam my body, teasing every inch of me with the promise of pleasure unlike any other. I reach for the button of his jeans, but with a hand on mine, he stops me.
“Not so fast, Angel. There’s something I’ve been dying to do first.” My bright eyes flash to his as he drops to his knees in front of me. He’s tall enough that me sitting on the edge of his motorcycle puts me at level with his mouth.
Using his fingers, he pushes my thong to the side, slipping one inside of me with such ease. I've been soaking wet since the moment I sat on the back of his bike. Leaning forward, he brings his mouth down to my pussy and his tongue follows the same path of his flingers, licking and sucking me in. It feels so fucking heavenly. I close my eyes and toss my head back in response.
“God, I’ve fucking missed this taste. How is it possible that a mere few hours without you in my mouth, without my hands on your body, has me acting like a madman?”
I’m relieved to hear I’m not the only one who’s going mad with need. Nash feels everything just as strongly as I do and hearing him confess it makes me want him even more than I already do.
I want it all with him. The good and the bad. The passion and friendship. Everything about this man at my mercy makes me ache to be his. I’ve dreamt of being desired and adored by him. To be loved by Nash Bishop is the only thing I’ve ever wanted.
I’m so close, I can feel the air between us shifting into something suffocating and impossible to ignore.
“I need to make you come on my tongue before I come inside you, Bailey. Please, baby girl.”
His admission has me darting my eyes to his, focusing on where his tongue is licking me and the sound it makes as it slides through my arousal. This goes beyond anything I’ve ever felt with him because before we were doing it out of an uncontrollable need we both hated, yet neither of us could resist. This now feels intimate. Things between us have shifted. Feelings reemerged. Past wounds reopened yet on their way to healing.
“I want you to, Nash. So bad it physically hurts me to admit how much I need you.”
“Never, Angel. Never feel you have to beg me for anything. I’m willingly all yours.” Doubt lies in the back of my mind at his sincerity, but I want to believe him. So badly, I want to believe everything he is saying is the truth. It may not have been in the beginning, when we were both doing this for fun and to make sense of what we were craving feeling after a decade of not seeing one another.
Nash kisses the inside of my thighs, and the way his scruff scratches against my sensitive skin is electric. He has his hands on my waist, holding me still as I fight him, aching to grind against something for a smidge of friction.
His tongue rubs small circles over my clit before he uses his thumb to expose my clit and nip it with his teeth. Immediately I quiver under his touch, my pussy contracting, looking for slightly more pressure to completely explode. “C’mon, baby. Give me what I want. Let me hear you scream my name as you come on my tongue.”
Once again, he covers me with his mouth, rhythmically flicking and eating me like I’m his favorite and last meal.
It’s never been like this, not even the few times he’s gone down on me. It’s like he’s been starved, hungry for a taste and now that he’s had one, there’s no satiating the beast that emerges from within him.
Unable to respond, I moan louder, focusing on the warm, languid strokes of his tongue on me as my orgasm builds to a painful degree. Rubbing myself on the two fingers he pushes inside me, his tongue continues flicking my clit as his fingers stay put. My body takes over, my hips of their own accord, rolling my pussy over his fingers, begging for release. They curl forward an inch and I see fucking stars.
“Oh God, Nash. Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I cry out, his name on my lips as I topple over him, my orgasm ripping through me. I’m shuddering, convulsing as every muscle in me burns.
Chancing a glance at him, I find dark blue eyes watching me with such admiration. I’m at risk of dangerously plummeting into their depths. My fingers tangle in his hair as I pull him closer, rubbing myself on his chin as my orgasms subsides.
Nash sucks in a breath. “Angel,” he whispers between my legs, his beard coated in my arousal. “Please tell me I can fuck you right here and now as you sit on the back of my bike?”
My body is still trembling from the force of my orgasm, yet I’m already at the precipice of another, from the mere sight of him between my legs. He’s flushed, sweat dripping from his forehead as he looks up at me with a desperate desire brewing in his eyes.
The bastard stands and unbuckles the button of his jeans, slipping them down his legs along with his boxers until they are bunched up around his ankles. His cock springs forward, and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the size of him or seeing the tight veins wrapped around his swollen thickness.
I reach for it, wrapping my fingers around it and giving him a gentle squeeze. An anguished groan leaves his lips as he swells in my palm, the throbbing ache between my legs growing stronger. My eyes remain focused on the precum seeping out of the tip.
“I want you inside of me, Nash. Just like this, like it was last night with nothing in between us.” I don’t have to say it again. In a rush of movement, Nash is on me, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra as his lips descend on mine.
“You wore this on purpose, didn’t you, Angel? You knew it would drive me mad to see you in it. Because fuck, Bailey. The amount of times I’ve pictured you in it. The amount of times I fucked my hand with visions of you in my mind, your name falling off my lips as I shot my cum out into nothing pretending it was inside you, you’d never believe me.”
“No more pretending. I need you inside me. To give me all that you’ve promised. Every bit of it.”
My bra straps fall down my arms and he can’t help but stare in the same awe as I did. Nash takes both of my breasts in his palm and they fit perfectly, like they were made to be held by him. My pink nipples ache to be inside his mouth, though they don’t have to wait long.
Positioning himself between my legs, he drops his hands to my thighs, spreading them with his palms against my sensitive skin. He groans as he draws one into his mouth, sending shivers racing through my entire being.
Swirling his tongue around one pebbled peak, he flicks it before sucking it into his mouth. I let out a gasp as his fingers dig into my thighs, eliciting a shot of arousal between my legs that make me grind along the seat to try to gain any sort of friction. My wetness spreads along the leather and his eyes zero in on the glistening spot I’ve left behind.
“Fuck. I’m never going to ride this bike without picturing the sight of your slick sweetness on my seat.”
“Poor Daisy,” I mock, but he shakes his head.
“No, I ain’t naming her Daisy. In fact, I don’t think I’m naming it at all. I don’t want any other woman in my life, and I sure as fuck ain’t making it male since your cum is currently covering it.”
I let out a sharp laugh, amused by his sense of humor, though his expression isn’t playful in the slightest. Running his hands up my legs, he cups my ass and gives me a squeeze before sliding between my legs. Testing the amount of wetness buried between them, he smears my arousal back and forth along his cock, and I latch onto his shoulders to keep my balance as he teases my entrance.
I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him close, letting out a cry of pleasure as he slowly enters me. I’m dripping wet, my pussy easily sucking him in.
“Nash, baby, you feel so good. So big but, ahh. I need more. I need all of you inside me.”
My moans urge him to thrust in deeper, stretching me open and molding me to his size as he moves. He starts off slowly, doing deeper and deeper until he bottoms out and I’m completely full. It’s painful, but the pleasure I feel as he quickens his pace, trumps any pain I could feel.
“God, Angel. You feel so fucking good.”
“Nash, faster,” I moan, and he growls into my neck as his pants become more erratic. I rock my hips, encouraging him to move, urging him to go faster. Bracing myself on the body of the bike, Nash flips us so that my back is resting against the handlebars. His mouth and hands land on breasts, squeezing my nipples, sending streaks of fire through me. “I’m so close, baby. Fuck, I need to…”
My cries die on my lips as Nash pulls out, only to roughly thrust back inside me, stroking the tip of his cock against my g-spot. He pushes in so deep, I’m afraid we’re about to become welded together.
That’s all I need. The burning need building inside me, combined with the sensation from the rumbling bike, forces me over the edge. “Bailey, fuck. Can't hold it,” he grits out.
“Don’t Nash. I want it, all of you inside me. Give it to me, please. Come inside me.”
“Fuck,” he shouts out as I let out a loud cry and come. He’s right there with me. His cock spasms inside me, the sudden warmth of his hot cum filling me so perfectly. He reaches down to flick my swollen and aching clit, rubbing until I’m a complete mess of nerves firing off in all directions. My pussy tightening around him, clenching him deep inside me as I milk every drop of come from him.
“God, you’re so goddamn amazing, baby,” he moans, pushing against me until my spasms slow and my body relaxes.
After what feels like hours, Nash reaches behind me and turns off the engine, but doesn't make a move to pull out. Nothing else in the world matters as we sit together, our breathing harsh yet in sync, listening to our heartbeats slow and our bodies come down from the burning heat they were in.
We come down from our high, and Nash grits his teeth as he takes my face in his palm, giving me a tight squeeze. “You’re fucking perfect, Angel.”
After getting dressed—or as dressed as I can be in his t-shirt since mine is ruined—we wander hand in hand through the overgrown meadow, leading out toward a small lake hidden in the middle of the vast grassland.
Nash spins me to face him, staring at me as his face is illuminated by the bright sun gleaming in the sky. “I hope you know, there’s no way I’m letting you go.”
My heart fills with warmth as I take in everything he says. Nothing can be better than this moment right here. The two of us together, out here in the beautiful countryside.
The reality is we’re only this happy because we’re alone. There is no noise. No friends or family telling us how much of a horrible idea this is, or get in the way of our happiness. It’s a dream we’re fooling ourselves into believing could be a reality. I’ve gone down this road before, and I’m not sure my heart can handle it if he were to once again walk away.