Chapter 29
Nash
Fortune shines down on me tonight. I’m thanking the universe or the beings above, whoever made it so this amazing woman melted back into my arms.
When I asked Betty what she wanted, I never expected her to say she wanted to sleep with me. I also never expected her to come to me so willingly.
I’d planned to grovel. My old creaky knees were ready to ache for weeks from kneeling at her feet and begging if I had to. Then she said she was leaving, and I panicked.
She crashes her mouth back to mine, her tongue swirling inside my mouth.
Fuck, I need her right now. I can explore her body later, once River and Gray are gone.
There’s no way in hell I’m letting her walk out my front door until we settle this shit.
Sinking inside her won’t solve the issues I created, but I can’t wait anymore. I can’t hold back.
For the first time in my life, I am crystal clear on exactly what I want. Beatrice Hughes. Period.
“Fuck,” I groan as her nails drag over the thin cotton covering my chest. “Keep it up, and we won’t make it the ten feet to that bed.”
She only chuckles against my mouth, one hand reaching down between us to squeeze my throbbing cock. “I don’t care,” she breathes.
My palm snakes up the bottom of her shirt, feeling the expanse of her smooth stomach for the first time. Where Betty’s legs and arms are toned as if she hits the gym as much as I do, her stomach is soft, the flesh giving under my touch. Later, Nash. You can take your time later.
Balling the fabric in my palm as I push it higher, I roughly tug her to me.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” The tearing of cotton rips through the room, each strap of the tank top snapping free as I forcefully yank on the fabric.
I’ve never torn clothing from a woman’s body, but Betty does things to me I can’t explain. I become feral.
The top pools at her hips, my finger immediately flicking open the button of her shorts.
“Take them off,” I nod to her. Her chest heaves with her panting breaths as she shimmies her shorts down her tanned thighs, stepping out of them.
She shoves the remnants of her shirt over her hips, stepping out of it with one leg before kicking it off the ankle of the other.
Her eyes never leave my face. The two of us connected as if this had always been inevitable. Maybe we were. But, fuck if I care. She’s mine now.
My eyes rake down her body. The closest I’ve ever seen her to naked was in a bikini a few years ago. It was summer, and a bunch of us were at the beach on the far side of Boulder Lake, celebrating Mrs. Crawley’s birthday. I hadn’t really looked at her then, but I am now.
Her pink nipples are taut and visible through her thin bra as her full breasts move with her exaggerated breaths.
But, fuck, it’s those panties that do me in.
She’d been wearing the same type the first time I kissed her.
The kind that leaves her ass cheeks exposed to my palms. This woman is absolute perfection.
Crooking my finger, she comes toward me, her eyes wide with lust. Tucking my finger into her tiny lace bra, I tug her against my body. Heat radiates off her skin, and it’s taking everything in me not to throw her to the floor and drive into her.
Capturing her mouth with mine, I don’t stop her as she undoes my belt, button, and zipper, shoving my jeans down my thighs.
The two of us nearly fall over as I try to step out of the legs while she’s attempting to tug my t-shirt up my body.
Pulling my mouth from hers, I strip out of the rest of my clothing.
The shirt, the remaining leg of my jeans, and boxer briefs.
Each article lands somewhere in the room. It doesn’t matter.
Our mouths meet again, her palms flat on my back, holding me close. Every muscle ripples beneath her touch. How is it possible to crave someone’s skin against your own as much as you need to breathe?
Gripping behind her thighs, she groans into my mouth, hopping up to wrap her legs around my waist. Her giggle surprises me when I slam her back into the wall.
Betty isn’t supposed to like this rough and dirty.
She’s supposed to ask me to slow down or go easy on her, but she’s right here with me.
We’re a frantic, hungry mess together, and that only makes my cock harder, that thick vein throbbing painfully.
Pulling her soaked panties to the side, I break my mouth away from hers. “I’ve never wanted someone so badly.”
Her eyes flash with surprise before she swallows loudly, her swollen pink lips parting. “Then prove it.”
Fuck. She has no idea what she just gave me.
Hope.
Hope for us and a future I didn’t even know I wanted anymore.
My first finger slides through her swollen flesh, and fuck, I almost come all over her stomach. I’d barely felt her that first time, but now her arousal coats my fingers, and all I want to do is suck them clean before burying my face between her thighs.
“Nash, please,” she whimpers, exposing the column of her throat to my tongue.
Sucking at the side of her neck, her hips buck into my palm. “Hold on, Betty.”
Her fingers cling tighter to my hair, our stares locking.
Pulling my fingers away from the heat of her pussy nearly brings me to tears.
I wasn’t done touching her, but I need to fuck her more.
My body needs to feel her wrapped around us.
Notching my cock at her entrance, I take one more breath before I push forward.
Her head flies back, cracking against the wall, her mouth open as she moans against the intrusion.
“You’re so damn tight. So fucking wet and all mine.”
“Yes,” she moans.
I hadn’t even realized I had said the words aloud until she responded. I was sure they were in my head.
The number of times I’ve dreamed about this since she told me she’d been in love with me her whole life is unhealthy.
But not a single dream or fantasy compares to the feel of her walls clamping around me.
Each tiny push forward barely gains ground when all I want is to be buried inside her.
Her pussy is my new favorite place. Mine.
“Nash,” she moans, her fingers gripping my hair tight at the roots, as her hips try to flex back away from the pain.
“No, you don’t. You’re not getting away from me. Not now.” I flick my tongue over her lower lip, placing an open-mouth kiss at the corner. “Not ever. Do you hear me?”
“Yes. Yes. More,” she pants.
As much as I don’t want to hurt her, the reins on my control are fraying with each tug at my hair and those delicious sounds escaping her mouth. Pulling back, I slam forward, burying myself in her. Her forehead smacks into my shoulder before her teeth sink into my flesh.
“Ahh,” I groan against the pain. “Fuck, yes. Bite me. Mark me however you want, Andromeda.”
Her tongue runs over the spot her teeth just sank into, sucking on me as I drive into her.
I’m lost in her, our future flashing through my mind, making my hips pump harder.
Her moans fill my ears before her gaze meets mine, her hand gripping the back of my head, pulling my face to her. “Harder,” she demands.
A grin stretches across my face as I swing her away from the wall, dropping her on the bed. “On your hands and knees.” There’s no forgiveness in my tone, and she doesn’t so much as flinch at my command.
With a teasing grin over her shoulder, she lines her knees up near the edge of the bed, her torso lowering as she falls to her elbows.
Still, those wide brown eyes meet mine over her shoulder.
Every bit of desire shines bright on her face.
For a while, I convinced myself she didn’t really want this.
Why would she? But now I know for sure I was wrong. I had been from the beginning.
I can only stand there and stare before roughly tugging her panties down her thighs, allowing them to form a band above her knees. Unless she tears them, she’s not going anywhere. She arches her back, exposing herself to me, and I nearly come all over the rug.
She’s pretty and pink and glistening for me. Fisting my cock, her arousal coats my shaft, causing me to groan. Soon, it’ll be a mixture of us all over me, and my cum filling her pussy. Maybe if luck is really on my side, it’ll only take one time before she’s pregnant.
Slow down, Nash. Savor the moment.
Running my palms over her bare ass causes her to wiggle her hips.
“Be still, baby.” I run my tongue over the curve of her right cheek, the silkiness of her skin making me groan loudly.
Repeating the process on the left side, her body tenses as if fighting to obey.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper against her skin.
Her arousal coats my fingers as I run them along her center, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight circles. Her body responds to me beautifully, as if eager to please as much as it wants to take.
Softly pressing against her lower back, her ass rises a little higher. I give no warning as I line myself up at her entrance and slam home. My pace is torturous—a pounding thrum to match my racing heart. My name on her lips is like a chant, serving as all the fuel I need to claim her as mine.
She fists the comforter, her knuckles turning white with her tight grip. We have only moments. Moments before I send her over the edge. Moments before the mixture of the two of us fills her pussy. Fuck, I hope she’s not on birth control.
“Let go. Give me everything,” I grunt, gritting my teeth to hold back my release. No fucking way I am coming before this woman. Not tonight, not ever.
“Nash,” she pants, fighting to glance at me over her shoulder as I relentlessly pound into her.
I don’t even get out another word before she comes undone, shouting my name loudly enough that Gray and River surely heard it if they’re still awake.
Her walls flutter around me, her breathing filling my ears.
Still, I don’t stop drawing out her pleasure, keeping her just high enough that her body refuses to relax around me.
Sweat cascades from my temples and down my back as I fight the urge to come. I’m not done. I want more. This can’t end. My hips jerk wildly twice more before that familiar tingle hits the base of my spine, and I spill inside her.
An entire lifetime of the two of us flashes before my eyes as rope after rope shoots inside her. There’s no way I’ll ever be done with her, not after this.
Fighting to catch my breath, I pepper kisses along her spine. “Just give me a minute, and then we’ll take a shower.”
She only hums as if words are too much of a challenge for her to put together.
Slipping free of her, a grin pulls at the corners of my mouth.
She’s filled with my cum. It’s a beautiful sight.
She rolls onto her back, her legs falling wide open with her panties somehow only hanging off one ankle now.
“Mmm,” I hum, scooping her up in my arms. “That pretty pussy looks beautiful overflowing with my cum.” She only grins in response, her cheek falling to my chest, but she doesn’t open her eyes, her breathing evening out. “Wake up, Andromeda.”
“No,” she groans with a lazy smile curving her swollen lips.
“Yes. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t make sure my woman went to bed satisfied and clean?”
“A man who lets me die a happy woman.”
Kissing the tip of her nose, I only chuckle as I carry her across the hall. This is going to be the quickest shower we’ve ever had. I need to be in bed with her, wrapping her in my arms, while she snores against my chest. We were perfect like that, and we will be again.