Chapter 17 Nash #2
She pulls away first. A little breathless, eyes shining and wild, lips parted like she wants to bite me or maybe ask for more but can’t pick.
I know that look. I used to see it after shows, after we nailed some song better than anyone had a right to.
Maybe this is the same thing. Maybe it’s just as holy.
I hook my thumb along her jaw, tilting her head back as my fingers tangle in the mess of her hair. “You know if we weren’t on the sand right now, I’d have you on your back in about three seconds.”
A hum comes from her throat similar to the ones she’s been practicing for her voice therapy. It’s full of gravel, but it’s also soaked in desire, making my cock harder than it’s been in weeks.
I don’t need a second invitation when she tilts her head toward the house. Circling my arm around her waist, we both stumble through the moonlit sand, rushing for her porch where we toe off our shoes and drop the kite.
We barely make it through the first step inside before her hands slide through my hair, yanking my face down to hers.
It starts with just her mouth, soft at first, a brush of lips, but it goes molten fast. The second time, she kisses me like she’s been waiting all year, like she’s going to climb inside my mouth and light a match.
Her fingers tangle at the back of my neck, and she pulls hard enough I actually grunt.
For someone with a healing throat, she is not shy about using her teeth.
We continue through the house, but we don’t make it very far. Once we’re in the hallway, she presses my back against the wall, her body pressing against mine, grinding into my hard cock. The passion between us is hotter than ever.
It’s like she’s simply been waiting for the right combo to unlock her from the cage she’s been trapped in.
Moving my hands to her waist, she doesn’t wait for them to settle; she shoves them under the hem of her sweatshirt, demanding skin on skin contact.
I oblige, not one to say no when it’s something my hands have physically ached for.
She doesn’t talk, so she uses every other sense. Her hands are all over, mapping my face, my chest, the cut of my jaw like she’s making sure it’s all still here and real and hers. I let her. I want her to take whatever she needs.
But she’s not the only one starving.
My palms glide across the curve of her spine, and she arches into it. The movement has her rubbing against my cock, making it throb with need. Fuck. I have to get inside her.
Sliding my hands to her thighs, I easily lift her, holding her in place and giving her time to wrap her legs around me.
I watch as her eyes go wide, feeling the hardness of my dick press against her clit.
Before she can give me any other reaction, I run up the stairs with her, making my way to her bedroom.
She lets out a soft, accidental laugh. The sound isn’t the same, but her new laugh is instantly my new favorite thing. The only thing her new voice changes is letting me fall in love with all her sounds all over again.
We make it to her bedroom, and I shut the door behind us. I briefly thought of taking her to mine, to avoid all her negative memories, but the goal of tonight is to replace those with new ones.
I don’t even wait for the latch to click in place before I’m turning and pinning her to the door. She gasps—a real, ragged, involuntary sound that shoots right through my spine. I press in harder, feeling her hips grind forward, needing the friction as much as I do.
She nips my bottom lip, then licks the sting away with a half-smile. Her eyes are a dark stormy blue filled with need. She’s unbreakable now. She’s predatory.
I turn and set her on the edge of the bed.
She watches me, her eyes glittering as her chest moves up and down, breathing hard, hair wild.
For a second, she simply stares at me, and I wonder if she’s having second thoughts.
I’m about to ask if she wants to stop when she reaches out and grabs my shirt, dragging me down with her, rolling until she’s above me.
I’m momentarily stunned when I stare up at her. The room is dark except for the moonlight leaking in through the window, turning her skin silver. She’s fucking gorgeous, and I’m not sure how I ever got so lucky that she’d want me.
She gives me a tender smile before closing the distance between us. Her lips brush against mine, gentler now, and I know she’s telling me thank you, or maybe sorry, or maybe nothing at all. Doesn’t matter. I answer with my mouth, my hands, every part of me she’ll let in.
We’re like two teenagers dry humping because we can’t get enough of each other and don’t want to take the time to strip our clothes. Her hips rotate perfectly, the sensation of her core rubbing over my cock intense enough I feel like I’m about to burst.
This isn’t how I want to come right now. I want to be deep inside her. But I need to make sure that’s what she wants too. That we aren’t moving too fast.
I cut off our kiss and guide her onto the bed next to me, needing a slight amount of space between us so I can think. It’s hard to do when her lips are so perfectly swollen from our kissing, glistening and red. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and press my forehead to hers.
“You good?” I whisper, barely audible, but I know she’ll hear me.
She nods, lips parted, breath mixing with mine.
“Tell me if you need to stop.”
She nods again, more forceful this time. She takes my hand and puts it over her heart. It’s beating so fast I worry it might break out of her chest. She doesn’t let go. Just holds my hand there, grounding both of us.
Her free hand brushes across my cheek, and her gaze is tender as she stares into my eyes. It takes me an embarrassing long moment to realize what she’s trying to tell me.
I love you.
The words are so loud without any vocals being added to them, I’m surprised I didn’t realize it immediately.
I reach up and cup her cheek, smoothing my thumb over her skin in a tender moment, before running it along her bottom lip. Flicking my tongue out, I lick at my piercing and hope with everything in me that I’m giving off my innermost feelings the same way she is.
We don’t need words. Our love is loud enough to transcend parallel universes.
My fingertips trail a line as I reach for the bottom hem of her shirt and start to strip her. She does the same thing, and all the while, we move slowly. It’s like playing a song we’re making up as we go.
We undress each other in stages, piece by piece, as if every button is a murmured declaration of love. She keeps her eyes on mine the whole time, never looking away, and it adds an intimacy I’ve never experienced before.
For the first time I feel like I’m the center of someone’s world. Raina has given me her entire heart. And the feeling is entirely mutual. She’s my everything. My end game.
It doesn’t take long for our clothes to gather in a pile over the side of the bed. Our bodies communicate perfectly, moving in sync to pull each other closer, melding in perfect harmony.
Her leg wraps around my hip, and I hold it in place, my palm hot on her silky smooth skin. She sucks in a sharp breath, but brings me in for an equally scorching kiss, our tongues tangling together as she arches her back. Her breasts press into my chest, and her core lines up with my cock.
Wetness wraps around me as I slide against her. Fuck, she’s dripping. If I had any doubts she wanted this, they’d be dismissed.
Wrapping my arm around her, I shift my weight to switch our positions, but she shakes her head, not willing to break the kiss to convey her wishes. She reaches between us, lines me up with her opening, and uses her heels on my ass to make it clear exactly what she wants.
I hate the cliché of saying it feels like I’ve suddenly found myself at home, but damn is it the truth. Nothing beats this instant sensation of stress leaving my body, of being able to connect with her this way again.
As if it’s a song we’ve practiced to perfection, we move at the same time, her hips tilting with perfect timing to my thrusts, our lips locked in a kiss we never want to surrender to.
We’re so lost in it that we don’t hear the door at first. It creaks open—no warning, because that’s the practice we’ve established, I didn’t lock it after all—and Blake stands in the frame, frozen mid-step.
He’s in sweats, hair a mess, glasses balanced on his nose.
His mouth is open, but nothing comes out.
He looks like he’s stumbled into a porn shoot and can’t decide whether to join in or turn around and pretend like he didn’t see a thing.
Raina doesn’t flinch. She lifts her head and smiles at him, biting her bottom lip, before crooking a finger at him. His face morphs from shock to something way more interesting, something dark and wanting.
Even with the invitation, he stands there for a heartbeat, every muscle rigid, then steps inside and closes the door behind him. He moves slowly, cautiously, like approaching a wild animal.
“You want in, bro?” I ask, grinning because I know exactly what he wants. “You look like you need a little stress relief.”
He laughs, nervous. “I just—“ He glances at Raina, who hasn’t stopped staring at him, then at me. “Are you sure?”
I look at her. She nods, once, emphatic. She wants this.
By the looks of it, he does too. He’s come a ways since confessing his fears about the size of his monster cock. Speaking of, it’s straining against his pants. I can’t blame him. Our girl is flushed and her eyes filled with desire as she takes in his throbbing bulge.
“Come here,” I say, reaching out a hand. Blake takes it, letting me pull him to the bed. He stands at the edge, knees bumping against the side of the mattress, eyes wide and pupils blown. He licks his lips and takes a deep breath, glancing between the two of us.