19. Nash
CHAPTER NINETEEN
NASH
A s I walk down the hallway heading in the direction of the players’ entrance, I see Riley standing off to the side as she waits for me. A smile dances across my lips and my heart pounds erratically in my chest at the sight of her. I’m surprised that Nova and Nonna aren’t waiting with her, but I also know how stubborn and fiercely independent Riley Harris is.
“Hey you,” I say softly, stepping up to her as my hand finds her waist. Instinctively, I press my lips against her temple.
Riley glances up at me, a wave of nervousness passing through her eyes as she takes a step away from me and quickly looks around to make sure no one sees us. “Anyone could see you, Nash.”
“What if I told you I don’t care?”
She tilts her head to the side, her eyes narrowing on mine. “Well, I do. You live under a microscope. The last thing I need right now is to be caught up in the rumor mill with people speculating you’re the father.”
Her words catch me off guard and I’m a little thrown off by the coldness she’s cloaked herself in. “Would that be such a bad thing?”
She closes her eyes, inhaling slowly as her hands find her stomach. “I’m sorry. I’m tired and my feet hurt and I shouldn’t be taking it out on you.” She pauses, her eyes opening as her gaze settles on mine. “I know your history, Nash. I don’t need people getting the wrong idea about us.”
What if it’s the right idea?
The words linger on my tongue, but I don’t dare to speak them. I don’t love whatever this shift is between us. Riley is unusually frigid as she constructs a wall around herself. I’ve known her long enough to know that when she’s afraid of something, she projects. She retreats and protects herself.
I want to know what has her suddenly scared, but now isn’t the time or the place.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, motioning toward the door as we begin to walk down the hallway. I do feel regretful for doing it. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable in any way. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No,” she says quickly, shaking her head as I hold the door open for her, and she steps out into the cool air of the night. “I don’t want you to feel bad. It’s just…” She lets out a breath as we walk to my car. “It’s complicated.”
The corners of my mouth twitch because goddammit if I don’t feel the same way. “Isn’t it always?”
Riley glances at me, but she doesn’t respond as she gets into the car. I close her door for her and walk around to my side, climbing in behind the wheel. I’m not sure if I did anything wrong or what happened from when I saw her earlier today. Something scared her—something that has to do with me.
“Do you care if we stop by my house?” I ask her as I pull my car out onto the street. “I need to get some clean clothes.”
“That’s fine,” she says quietly, turning her head to look at me with a smile. As we drive farther away from the arena and closer to my house, I find a safer topic. I ask her about the game and Nova and Nonna and watch her face light up as she talks about my family. She fits right in with them… Always has.
We fall into a comfortable conversation and it isn’t long before we’re pulling into my driveway. I park the car by the garage and hop out after turning off the engine. I stop by the trunk, getting my bag of dirty clothes out of the back and meet Riley by the back door. I hand her the keys and she slides it into the lock, turning the knob as she lets us in.
We both kick off our shoes and Riley walks into the kitchen as I head into the laundry room to throw them into the washer. As the drum starts to fill, Riley appears in the doorway. The light behind creates a halo effect around her and I momentarily find myself captivated by the way she looks.
“Are you coming back here later to put your clothes in the dryer?”
My brow furrows. “Huh?”
Riley points at the washing machine beside me. “Your clothes are going to get gross if you wash them and don’t dry them right away.”
“Oh,” I say slowly, what she’s saying registering in my mind as I pull myself from the depths of her eyes. “Well, yeah, I know that. I just didn’t really think it through other than knowing I need to wash my clothes.”
She stares at me for a moment, her eyes moving back and forth from my right to my left as she lets out a soft breath. “You can wash them at my house.” She slowly inches closer to me, stepping into the laundry room until she’s stopping directly in front of me. “I’m sorry for earlier after your game.”
“For what?” I ask her, closing the last bit of distance between us. My hand reaches for the side of her face, brushing a stray lock of hair away before tucking it behind her ear. “You don’t owe me any kind of apology, Ry. I get it.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows, shaking her head at me. “I don’t think you do get it,” she argues, reaching for my torso as she brings her body flush against mine. Her dark hair hangs down her back as she tilts her head up to look at me. “You scare the shit out of me, Nash. You always have.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you’re the one person who can hurt me the worst,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “You make me feel things no one has ever made me feel before. I’m pregnant by someone else, yet you’re the one I keep thinking about.” She lets out a quiet laugh, pulling my face closer to hers. “The only thing I should be worried about is myself and the baby, but fuck it. Fuck it all.”
She takes me by surprise as she lifts up onto her tiptoes and her mouth crashes into mine.
I meet her without hesitation, my lips seeking hers with desperation and urgency. Her hands fist my shirt, attempting to pull me closer as I grip her. I need to feel her closer. I need to just fucking feel her. My hands drop down to her waist and she breaks away as I move to lift her.
“What are you doing?” she says in a rush, her eyes searching mine with concern and shock. “You can’t lift me.”
I immediately stop. “Am I hurting you? Should I not?”
Her eyebrows pull together and she shakes her head as embarrassment consumes her expression. “No. I’m too heavy. I don’t want to hurt you .”
I scoff, a groan rumbling in my throat as it turns into a growl. “You are not too heavy, Riley,” I grumble, bending my knees as I grip her waist and lift her into the air. Her eyes are glued to mine, her breath escaping her in a rush as I set her down on the dryer.
“I’ve gained more weight than I thought with the baby and with the swelling…”
I narrow my eyes on hers, not mad at her, but not happy with the way she’s talking about herself. “Riley, I’m going to need you to stop.” I push her knees apart, stepping in between her legs as I pull her to the edge of the dryer, so her center is flush against me. I slide my hand through her soft locks, gripping the back of her head as I tilt her chin upward. “You are fucking beautiful. There isn’t a single fucking thing wrong with you and I never want to hear that negative self-talk again. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she breathes, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she nods.
Instinctively, I lean forward, my mouth seeking hers as I grab her lip with my teeth, pulling it free from her own grip. “I’m the only one who gets to bite your lip, mama,” I murmur against her lips.
“Do it again,” she half moans, her hands fisting the material of my shirt by my shoulders.
A groan vibrates in my chest and I nip at her bottom lip, pulling it between my teeth as I bite down gently. My teeth dig into her flesh, leaving crescent shapes as I pull away. My tongue darts out and I run it over the marks I left on her.
If only she knew the mark she already left on me.
Suddenly all thought, all hesitation, and every single fucking inhibition is gone. My hands roam across her body as my mouth crashes into her. What started out as gentle and tender quickly becomes rushed and urgent. She grinds against me, her nails biting my skin as she kisses me deeper. Our tongues are tangled together and her hands grab mine, pushing them beneath her shirt.
I don’t hesitate as I push up the hem, feeling her soft, warm skin beneath my fingertips. As I move them farther up her torso, they brush against the underside of her bra. Riley moves against me and I slide my hands around her back, unhooking the clasp before I move back to the front of her body.
My hands slide over her breasts, cupping them as I run the pad of my thumbs over her erect nipples. Riley moans into my mouth and I swallow the sounds, storing them in my brain for a later date. My lips trail away from hers, along her jaw before I begin to move along the side of her neck. I pinch her nipples, rolling the tips between my fingers.
“Tell me what really happened the other day in the bathroom, Riley.”
Her throat moves as she swallows hard. “I told you what happened.”
“You told me a lie, love. Give me the truth and I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
“And what is it that you think I need?” she breathes before inhaling sharply as I push her shirt up to her collarbones. My mouth inches closer to her breasts and I run my tongue over her nipple.
“You need someone to make you come.”
Riley sucks in another breath just as I pull her nipple into my mouth. “I was thinking about you.”
Her nipple leaves my mouth with a pop sound as I lift my head to meet her heated gaze. “Thinking about me in what way?”
“In this way.” She pauses, letting out a soft sigh. “My hormones have been crazy and I was imaging you in the bath with me.”
My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “In your fantasy, did I make you come?”
“Yes.”
Goddamn, she’s so fucking sexy and my cock is so fucking hard.
“I want to play it out in real life.”
“But we’re not in the bath,” she points out before glancing at the washer. It’s currently running with no clothes inside. “And I think you’re washing water.”
“Fuck the wash,” I tell her, not giving a single fuck about it. All I care about right now is making her feel good. I mean, fuck… her legs are spread and she’s sitting on my dryer with her shirt pushed up above her tits. “We can improvise, but I want you to tell me what you want me to do.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows hard, but my girl never backs down from a challenge.
“Take off my pants and panties,” she demands as she lets go of my shoulders, guiding my hands down to her hips. I hook my fingers beneath her waistband and she lifts her ass as I slide her pants and underwear down her legs, pulling them away from her feet. “I want you to make me come.”
She could tell me to get down on my hands and knees and lick the fucking floor and I would.
She’s naked from the waist down and goddamn, she’s breathtaking.
“Fuck, look at you,” I murmur, my hands stroking the insides of her bare thighs. “I want to devour you.”
Riley clicks her tongue and shakes her head. “In my fantasy, you made me come with your fingers.”
“But it would be so much better if you let me fuck you with my tongue,” I retort, inching my way closer to her cunt. She’s already soaked.
“Be a good boy and show me how well you can listen to what I tell you to do and maybe I’ll let you taste me.”
A rush of warmth goes straight to my cock and my balls instinctively constrict. If she keeps talking like that, I’m going to end up coming in my pants. Her confidence and her dominance are such goddamn turn-ons right now.
“I’ll be a good boy,” I breathe, my fingers drifting over her center. Abruptly, I stop and pull her off the dryer, holding her in my arms. “Don’t fight me, Ry. I’m taking you somewhere else.”
Riley doesn’t protest as I carry her through the house. I can tell she’s about to when I reach the bottom of the stairs, but I don’t give her the option as I carry her up to my room. My room used to be the entire basement but after Lincoln and Nova moved out, I relocated to the second floor.
I walk into my bedroom, stopping when I reach the bed. I lower Riley onto the edge so she’s facing away from the headboard. She looks up at me, her eyes heated as she watches me walk around her, climbing onto the bed behind her.
“I know this isn’t the bathtub, but is this how we were positioned in your fantasy?”
Riley looks at me through the mirror that’s positioned on the wall in front of us. “It is.”
“I want you to watch yourself as I make you come. I want you to see what I see when I look at you. Nothing but pure fucking beauty, Riley.”
Grabbing her knees, I spread her legs, planting each of her feet on either side of my thighs. Her pink, wet cunt is on full display in the mirror and holy fuck. There’s already a damp spot on my pants from pre-cum.
I reach around in front of her, my hand moving down to her pussy as I push a finger through her lips. “This is your fantasy, babe. Tell me what to do.”
“Slide one finger into me and press your palm against my clit.”
I do exactly as she says, moaning as I plunge my finger deep into her warmth. A shallow, ragged breath escapes her as I slowly begin to move my finger in and out of her while grinding my palm against her clit.
“Yes, just like that,” she breathes, her head falling back onto my shoulder. “Add another finger.”
I follow her command, slipping another finger inside as I start to fuck her harder with my hand. She’s tight, clenching around me already as I rub her with my palm. “Look in the mirror, Riley. Watch the way I play with your cunt and fuck you with my fingers.”
Her eyes are hooded, her gaze on fire as she watches in the mirror. I can tell it’s getting harder for her to focus as she’s on the precipice of that release she’s been craving. Her body tightens, her hips involuntarily bucking as her cunt sucks my fingers deeper into her. She’s clenched around me, gripping me hard.
“Eyes on me as you come, love. I want to watch you fall apart.”
She clenches around my fingers, her head tilting back as she cries out in ecstasy. “Oh my god, Nash.” Her nails dig into my thighs as her orgasm tears through her body. She fights against the urge to shut her eyes, her chest heaving and her jaw falls slack as a series of moans escape her.
My body is on fire and I don’t even care as the warmth spills into my veins, the tingling sensation spreading from my balls. My cock throbs and I feel the wetness growing in my pants as cum spurts from the head of my dick.
“Fuck, you look beautiful while you come,” I murmur, my eyes getting lost in hers as I’m riding out the waves of ecstasy with her. “I can’t wait to see how fucking gorgeous you look coming on my cock.”
Riley’s orgasm begins to subside and I slowly pull my fingers from her, holding her in my arms, stroking her hair as I stare at her through the mirror. Her lips part, a yawn escaping her as she nuzzles her head against my shoulder.
We stay like that for a few minutes before her body starts to grow heavier and her breathing starts to even out. She looks up at me as I move away from the bed. “Come sleep, my love,” I murmur, motioning for her to move farther up the bed. “I’m going to change and get you some clothes.”
“I need to brush my teeth.”
I nod, walking over to my dresser for a pair of shorts and a shirt for her. As I walk back over to the bed, I see her gaze drop down to my pants.
Her eyes widen, a pink tint creeping across her cheeks “Did you—did you come?”
“This is what you do to me, Riley.” A sheepish grin breaks out across my face. “Were you expecting something different?”
“I don’t know what I was expecting,” she says softly, her eyes finding mine as she rises to her feet to get dressed. “But I’m not complaining about any of this.”
“Did I meet your expectations from your fantasy?”
Riley lets out a soft breath, a smile dancing across her lips. “You exceeded them.”
“Good,” I tell her, nodding as I grab my own fresh clothing. “Let’s get cleaned up and get to bed.” I look at her. “I want you in my bed tonight.”
“I like the sound of that.”
I like the sound of you.