Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
She nods before smiling at me. “I will. Now tell me, what’s been going on with you and your lover boys?”
Laughing, I fill her in on everything she’s missed.
We talk for a while longer before she promises to let me know if and when she wants to visit again.
I feel better after talking to her. A few minutes after I pick my book up to read, I hear the guy’s truck heading up the driveway.
A grin stretches across my face as I put the book back down and stand, eager to greet them.
Once the truck is parked, Nash gets out immediately and storms into the house, slamming the front door behind him. I look to Ren and Cole while they make their way to the porch.
“Is he alright?” I look between them.
“Remember how we had a potential new client?” Ren asks.
I nod my head. “Well, it turns out it wasn’t real.
It was some sort of prank. The address brought us to a random field with nothing in sight.
And before you ask, yes, we tried to call the client and double-checked the address, but the number had been disconnected. ”
“That doesn’t make sense. Nash is the mellowest person I know. He wouldn’t get this mad about something like that,” I state, crossing my arms over my chest.
“He would if it’s the fourth time it’s happened in the last week,” Cole’s annoyed tone speaks up as he looks at me.
My eyes widen in surprise. “Fourth time? How does that even happen?”
“We’re not sure. But Nash is losing it. We’re too busy to have people wasting our time like this,” Ren explains, letting out a breath.
Dragging my foot from side to side in front of me, I chew the inside of my cheek.
What is going on?
“Should I go talk to him?” I ask, raising my gaze to Ren and Cole.
“You can try. Doubt he’ll say much until he calms down though,” Cole answers, looking out towards the mountains.
I nod my head and kiss them on their cheeks on my way by, the small act feeling natural before stepping into the house to find Nash.
I hesitate as I lift my fist to his door.
What if he wants to be alone? I shake the thought away and knock on the door.
When he doesn’t answer, I press my ear to his door, listening for any movement.
I turn and head towards my room. As I step in, I hear the shower in my bathroom running.
I quietly shut my bedroom door and step over to the doorway leading to the bathroom and pause, peeking my head around to see Nash standing under the water through the glass.
I make a quick decision, pulling off my shirt and shorts before entering.
I’ve quickly learned that going sans bra and underwear is the best thing when the guys are around. I open the glass door and step in behind him. Wrapping my arms around him from the back, I feel his muscles tense before relaxing. He turns to face me, and I give him a soft smile.
“Your shower has the best water pressure,” is all he says before I stand on my tippy toes and press my lips to his. His arms snake around my body and lift me up. Wrapping my legs around him, he runs his tongue along my lips. I let him in, and our tongues collide in a passionate kiss.
Pushing me up against the shower wall, Nash’s lips leave mine and pepper kisses along my jawline.
His name comes from my mouth in a moan as I grind against his hard length.
His hands grip my ass to hold me and lift me up as he lines his cock up with my entrance.
He pulls me down onto him in one swift motion, making me gasp and whimper as the water cascades down his back.
I drag my nails across the back of his shoulders as he repeatedly slams into me.
Nash grunts as he threads his hand through my hair and pulls my head back.
The roughness of his touch sends waves of pleasure through my body as I groan.
When he bites my shoulder, I come undone.
Screaming his name, his hard thrusts become erratic, and when he pulls me down one last time, he whispers my name before connecting our lips once more.
Nash gently sets me down, and we finish our shower in silence.
Sitting on my bed wrapped in a towel, I wait for Nash to come out of my bathroom. The guilty expression on his face when he finally emerges almost breaks me. He sits beside me and looks down at the ground.
“I’m sorry.” His voice sounds defeated.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, Nash.” I reach over and cup his cheek with my hand, dragging his attention to me.
He leans into my touch before looking into my eyes. “I shouldn’t have stormed inside. You looked so happy when we returned and I—” He shakes his head and looks back to the floor.
“You had a bad day, Nash. It happens. I don’t think you need to apologize for that,” I reply, running my hand through his short hair.
“I’m still sorry.”
“Okay” is all I can say right now.
“I—” He looks up, gazing into my eyes. My heart starts pounding loudly, and I think he must be able to hear it.
I don’t break our gaze as he licks his lips and shakes his head.
“Thank you, Darlin’.” He gets up, walks to the door and opens it before stepping out towards his room.
He doesn’t even look back at me. At that moment, I feel my heart deflate in my chest.