Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
FALLON
I hadn’t expected it to hurt as much as it had, when I’d had sex after Josie months had passed so I didn’t know any difference. Nash was bigger though, so that was probably part of it.
“More, Nash please.” I whimpered. Every cell in my body was craving this man, and I wanted all of him.
Slowly, he pulled out of me and slipped in again, taking his sweet time. He’d always known how I needed to be taken care of. It had been a mistake to be gone so long and I knew that in this moment.
This wasn’t given in two years apart, or another fling for old times’ sake. This was the start of us. The start we’d never really gotten, and the one I wasn’t ever going to walk away from.
“You’re so tight around me, Toots, but being buried in you is burned into my memory.” He plunged into me again and my hips lifted to meet his thrusts .
“Nash, this feels so much better than anything I’ve had before.” I moaned as heat radiated through my body.
“Why is it better, baby?” Nash asks.
“Because there are no secrets, just us.” I whisper, hoping I don’t sound like a total fool. Nash pressed his lips to mine, igniting a spark that caused me to burn for him. How could I want this man closer when he was as close as we could get?
Time stood still as we got lost in one another. He pulled his lips away from me and traced his fingers down my jawline, whispering softly, “Fallon, I feel whole again, like everything that has happened in my life leads us to this moment.”
I nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of my emotions. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, creating a bond that transcended time and space. With each passing moment, I knew we were creating something special, something that would last a lifetime.
As the intensity built between us, Nash's gaze locked with mine, filled with a raw intensity that left me breathless. He shifted his hips and drove, deeper and harder than before, our bodies melding together as one. All I could do was hold on to him, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat against my own.
At that moment, I knew we’d both changed. We had trust, love, and pure intimacy that I couldn’t imagine with anyone else .
His fingers traced along my hip, creating goosebumps that only he could ignite. We were entwined, lost in the moment, our hearts beating in unison. He leaned in, his breath warm on my skin, and whispered, “I want all of this with you, Fallon. I want it all.”
Nash's voice broke through the haze, his eyes locked onto mine, a deep and unspoken promise reflected there. “I'll never let you go, Fallon. I promise.”
“I know, Nash. And I'll never let you go either.”
Time stood still as we continued to move in harmony, our hearts connected through the most intimate of dance. Our bodies were slick with sweat, but we felt no discomfort. Instead, we felt an incredible, all-consuming love that transcended any physical connection.
That old familiar feeling of losing control was growing deep within me. I panted and grabbed for him to press tightly against me as I allowed myself to fully let go. “Oh, god, Nash.” My legs shook, and I spasmed around his cock.
Nash wrapped his arms around me, his breath warm against my skin. “I love you, Fallon.” He groaned as he stiffened and let his own pleasure vibrate through him.
“I love you, Nash, with all my heart,” I said as I embraced him like my life depended on it. Maybe it did?
Nash kept his word and pulled out just before his climax. I missed his fullness in me, and I felt empty but, he was worried about me. More worried about me than his own pleasure and what he wanted. If I’d had any more questions about his devotion, it was over at that moment.
Cuddling next to him, neither of us worried we’d be caught, our daughters asleep in their rooms. Life was perfect, and I wanted to lock the door and stay in our bubble forever. Not that outside was worrisome anymore.
Lottie cried, and I groaned. “She has good timing,” Nash said as I rolled out of his arms and sat on the edge of the bed to pick up my housecoat. Nash ran his hand along my back and I sat there enjoying his rough, warm hand running along my spine.
“I won’t be long.” I whispered as I sat up, kicking my legs over the side of the bed. “We should think of moving back downstairs, though. I don’t like being this far from the girls.” I turned to look over my shoulder and saw him smile.
“No time like the present,” Nash said as he grabbed his pillow and the picture of me barrel racing and he followed me downstairs.
He tossed his pillow on the bed, put the picture back where it was originally sitting when I’d shown up here. I wandered into Lottie’s room and picked her up out of her crib. “Come on, sweet girl, let’s get your tummy full.” She snuggled into my chest, and an ache settled in my heart not being able to feed her myself, but she was healthy and the formula was doing what it was supposed to. Nash didn’t make me feel guilty and his support was more powerful than all the support groups in the world.
Walking to the kitchen, Nash was there holding a bottle that was ready for our daughter. “I figured since I was up, I might as well help.” His grin filled his face and his eyes fell to my breasts, which had been exposed from Lottie’s wiggling.
“That first night you sat in that living room defeated and exhausted. I vowed it would be the last time I saw you that way. I made a silent promise that I would help you with everything you needed to make sure you knew I would be with you through it all.” He looked down at the baby in my arms and brushed this thumb across her forehead.
We walked into the living room and I sat down in the rocking chair he’d bought a few weeks ago. Nash put a log in the fireplace and started a small fire to take the chill out of the room, before sitting in the chair beside me.
The once organized, bare living room was now covered with toys of every kind. Large building blocks were stacked in one corner and a small ball pit in another. “Do you ever look around and wonder how your life turned out this way?” I said as I looked around and back at him.
“Lately I’ve been looking around wondering why it took so long.” He held out his hand to me and we sat in silence. The fire burning away, the slow whooshing noise of the rocking chair, and Lottie sucking on her bottle. “I’ve dreamed about exactly this for so long, I didn’t think it would ever come true. We might not have taken the easy way, Toots, but we’re here and stronger than ever.”
Sitting in silence, for the first time, I was truly glad to be home. There was no place I’d rather be, and while I took the long way around to get back here, I wouldn’t trade Lottie being here for anything. She was loved, Josie was loved, and so was I.
“I love you Nash.” I whispered. I’d told him when we were at the height of our ecstasy, but nowhere in the quiet reality of life, I felt like I needed to say it again. Those three words had flowed freely in our younger days, but I don’t think I truly understood what they meant.
“I love you too, Toots,” he said. His voice was sleepy, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Go to bed. I’ll be there shortly,” I said as I turned to look at him.
“Nope, we’re a team. You’re up, I’m up.” He tightened his arm around my shoulder. Silence filled the room again and his light snoring made me laugh quietly. Lottie startled and looked at me wide eyed.
“Your daddy can’t hang with us girls like he thinks he can.” I smoothed her dark hair off her forehead.
“I’m awake. I can hang with you two all night long.” He let his head roll over to the side and looked at me.