14. Nash
FOURTEEN
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The timing was all wrong. Events were out of order. This wasn’t even close to what I thought Maggie would have wanted, with her gel pens and her planner and her perfectly organized classrooms.
But she’d asked. She was clear. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted me, and I wasn’t going to fuck that up—not when she was giving me another shot.
We were already kissing as I shut the door behind us, my hands in her hair, guiding her toward my bedroom.
She reached for my shirt and I pulled away from her just long enough for her to pull it off, leaving it on the floor—tripping over a dinosaur toy, needing her naked.
Maggie was clawing at my belt now, her teeth dragging on my lower lip as she kissed me.
“Fuck me again,” she breathed, begged. “Please, please Nash, give me a baby—”
I chuckled against her lips. “You’ve got a dirty mouth when you know what you want, sunshine.”
She was wearing this navy button-up shirt, top button already undone, her tits spilling out. I couldn’t wait; I yanked the shirt open, making Maggie gasp, buttons flying with tiny little pops around the room.
“I do know what I want,” she said, this euphoric smile on her face, dragging me by the shirt into the bedroom. “I want you. I want you inside me. I want to wake up in your bed and I want to make you and our kids pancakes—”
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I breathed, lowering my face to her breasts—dragging my lips over them, pulling the lace cups down to free her nipples and latching onto one. “Gonna be even sexier when you’re full of my baby, when your tits are big and swollen and sensitive.”
She arched into me, her hips lifting clean off the bed. “Yes.”
I took my time on her breasts…not because I didn’t want her—she could feel exactly how much I wanted her, my cock aching to be inside her again like I hadn’t just had her—but because we were here now.
In my bed. All night. She was so responsive, every touch making her arch, her hands fisting in the sheets.
I worked my way down slowly, cataloguing all of it: the curve of her waist. The soft skin of her stomach. The way she exhaled my name.
I dragged my thumb across one peaked nipple and she keened.
“Sensitive?” I asked, my mouth on the other breast…sucking, playing.
“Everything is sensitive right now,” she breathed. “You have no idea—”
“Tell me.”
“My…god, you could play with me all night, but—but I want you inside—”
“Why not both?”
I stood to take off my jeans; she watched for a second, then she was sliding out of her little black leggings too, taking her panties with them. Damn it, fucking her in her classroom had been hot, but I loved having her naked in my bed. Loved everything about her, needed it.
I put my hands on either side of her head, boxing her in…and she curled her legs around my waist, reaching for me.
“Fuck me,” she asked again. “Put a baby in me.”
I slid back inside her.
I wasn’t quite hard yet, but I was getting there fast—purely because of how she felt, how wet she was, how she clenched like she wanted me to know how bad she needed it.
She felt incredible. I worked my hips slow at first, feeling her open up around me, watching her face—the way her lips parted, the flush spreading up her chest. She had her hands on my back, nails dragging lightly, encouraging.
“There,” she breathed. “Right there—”
I found the angle and stayed with it.
“Look at me,” I said.
She opened her eyes. Found mine.
“Stay with me,” I said. “Want to watch you.”
Her breath hitched. “Nash—”
“I know.” I moved deeper. “I know, sunshine.”
I put one hand on her breast, teasing her just the way she liked. She was breathing hard, taking me deeper, her hands on my ass to make sure I stayed inside her.
“I wanted to say yes,” she was gasping. “I wanted—”
She curled into me, her lips at my throat. She was coming. I could feel it, the way she clenched up and twitched and moaned against me. I kept fucking her just at the same pace, giving her what felt good.
“Wanted what?” I asked.
“To go to dinner,” she said. “Stay the night…never…never wanted casual.”
“Me either, baby,” I growled into her ear. “Me either.”
She pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes wild. “Really?”
I took my hand and used it to brush through her hair…to cup her cheek.
I’d never done this. Never been like this with anyone. Never felt like this.
“Really,” I said. “You’re it, Maggie. You’re it—”
Then I couldn’t stop; I held her close, clutched her to me, and I was rocking into her…and she was whispering my name, and please, and yes, and give it to me, and I was in love with her. Fuck, I was in love with her, and I didn’t know when it had happened or how, but I was.
I came with her name in my mouth and my whole body shaking.
After, I let myself fall to the mattress, halfway covering her, lying on my stomach and resting my head on my forearm so I could get a better look at her. I had a stupid smile on my face…she had a matching look, her grin fucking perfect.
I reached out to stroke her hair.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey.”
She blinked slowly, her chest rising and falling as her heart rate came down. I was fully convinced she was about to drift off…but then she frowned.
“Do you think I’m crazy for wanting this?” she asked.
I propped myself up to look at her, shaking my head. “No, baby…no, you’re not crazy.”
“I’ve known you all of two months and just got out of a relationship and I asked you to put a baby in me,” she said, blushing. “That’s kind of crazy.”
“It’s not,” I said. I leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, thumb grazing her cheekbone, and I stayed close to look into her eyes. “Some things—you just know it’s right. I know you’re right. Known it since the minute you walked into my bar, maybe since Nell told me she felt safe with you.”
She looked at me for a long moment, something moving across her face.
“When are you talking about?” she said quietly. “With Nell?”
“First day of school,” I said. “She turned around in the doorway and said I’m okay, Dad and meant it. Two years of nightmares and she meant it after one morning with you.” I paused. “I was done.”
Maggie’s eyes went bright.
“You’re going to make me cry again,” she said.
“You cry a lot lately,” I observed.
“I’m emotional,” she said, slightly defensive.
“I know.” I pressed another kiss to her forehead. “I like it.”
She laughed, soft and tired, and turned into me, her cheek against my chest. I pulled the blanket up over both of us and she made a small satisfied sound that I was going to be thinking about for a long time.
Her hand reached out and grabbed my arm. “Nash, wait,” she said. “Nellie—does she need to come home?”
Come home. Fuck, she had no idea the impact she had on me.
“Not tonight,” I said. “She’s sleeping over at her aunt’s place.”
She nodded. “Okay…okay.”
Only then did she relax.
After she knew our girl was safe.
And fuck…that was why I loved her.
I just needed to figure out how to say it.