Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Aubrey
After several rounds of sex, Nash fell asleep, his soft snores mixing with the sounds of snow. I watched him for a while, begging for sleep to come, but when it still hadn’t, I climbed out of bed and quickly dressed in a new pair of pajamas, grabbing my robe from my vanity stool.
Quietly, I shrugged it on before heading downstairs.
Normally, sleep wasn’t a problem for me.
But tonight…tonight was a different story.
Too many feelings, too much excitement, too much everything buzzed through me. And while I thought sex might release it, might bring me the sleep I wanted, I was wrong.
Having coffee was a bad idea. Thanks a lot Google.
A hangover might be gone, but no sleep made me feel horrible, if not worse.
Maybe I should stop trying to sleep tonight, brew a pot of coffee, and write a blog post. Watch the sunrise. Something useful.
Yet I stood there in my kitchen, in front of the window over the sink, staring into my backyard at the whirling snow.
It was well after two in the morning now, the world quiet and asleep, the darkness filled with the sound of weather instead of wildlife tonight.
Time passed slowly, my mind racing with thoughts of Nash. How quickly he crashed into my world and left a scorching mark.
How fast my heart was ready to give itself to him, without questions, without thoughts, without careful consideration.
But should love be so complicated?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Minutes, maybe an hour, passed by when arms slipped around my waist and pulled me flush against a hard, warm surface. I leaned back into it, into him, and closed my eyes, a feeling of safety and security washing over me.
He leaned his chin on my shoulder and kissed the skin below my ear, a favorite spot of his I’ve learned over the course of the night.
Our steak dinner seemed so far away, not only mere hours, and I wondered if our life together would always feel this same way.
Slow and sweet, like honey pouring from a jar.
“Do you journal?” Nash asked, the question coming from out of left field.
“What makes you ask that?”
“You have a lot of thoughts. Maybe it’ll be helpful to get some out.”
I spun in his arms, a smirk on my lips, as I slid my arms around his neck. “What makes you so sure?”
“I see you, Aubs. Thinking, contemplating, assessing. You’re a writer. it makes sense.”
“Normally, I’m not so…in my head. But since meeting you…”
“It’s a lot, in a little time. But I’m not going anywhere, baby, nor do we have to put labels on anything. I just want to spend time with you.”
I moved my hands down over his broad, muscular shoulders, resting them palms down against his biceps. “Thank you, Nash. I’m not going anywhere, either.” I kissed his lips, loving the way he tasted, like him, and me, and more sexy times to come.
“Come back to bed? I’ll make you come until you pass out.”
I threw my head back with loud laughter, not expecting his answer. “Promise?”
“On my heart.” Nash wrapped an arm around my shoulder as we walked upstairs. “Why do I feel like I’ll be making endless promises to you?”
“Because you will be.” I teased. “But I’ll make it worth it. Don’t worry. Just keep feeding me steaks.”
Nash grinned. “I’ve perfected the art of cooking steak, haven’t I?”
“Maybe not perfected…”
Nash tickled my sides as we walked into my bedroom and I ran towards the bed, climbing under the covers. He followed close behind, diving in and wrapping his large, sexy frame around mine. He tickled me more and climbed on top of me.
I was out of breath, my hair covering in my face, as I gasped for air. “Okay, okay, you perfected it. I’ll admit it.”
“Thank you.” Nash stopped tickling me and appeared above me, pushing my hair out of my face. He kissed me long and slow, his tongue swirling around mine as he claimed me. In so many ways.
“What else can you cook well?”
“I think you should stick around and find out.”
“Oh, I plan on it, mister. You’re going to get sick of me.
“Never. Impossible.”
“Even after we’re married for ten years, I have gray hairs, and can’t shed the last twenty pounds after giving birth to your four children?”
Nash exploded with laughter. “Where the hell did all of that come from?”
“The depths of my mind.”
“I still wouldn’t be sick of you. Carrying four of my children? You deserve a medal, a million orgasms, and a few gray hairs. Wear them proudly.” He kissed me again and again.
And then he ate me out until I orgasmed again and again, finally falling into a deep sleep hours later.
When we woke the next morning, snowed in and not moving from bed, we declared a truce.
No longer would be compete against each other. Instead, we would work together, and make the best Christmas display this side of the Appleridge mountain.
“You know, I only challenged you to a competition as a way to talk to you more.”
My jaw went slack at his confession as our legs twirled around each other.
We’d only escaped from bed a few times, mainly for food and the bathroom, including a quick shower.
The TV played softly in the background, an old classic replay of a movie, the snow still falling fast and furious outside.
“Are you serious? I thought you wanted to compete.”
“As long as it meant spending more time around you, I didn’t care what we were doing.”
“I’m canceling the inflatables I ordered.” I declared, while laughing. “I need the money for gifts, anyway.”
“No more fake snow. Ever. Shit cost me four hundred dollars.”
“Four hundred?” I shouted, the two of us dissolving into a fit of giggles.
“We suck.” I stated.
“Yeah, we do. Just tell me how you feel next time.”
“You’re one to talk.” I stuck out my tongue at him as my stomach growled. “Are you hungry?”
Nash’s eyes lit up. “Wait until you try my omelets.”
“Yes, feed me, sir, feed me!”
“Oh, I will, baby. In so many ways.”