by Cora Bell
Unwilling to let him completely take the lead, I slid my hands under his t-shirt. His abs were rock hard, a stone washboard that reminded me just how controlled Nash could be. And just how strong he was.
Nash yanked off his shirt before gripping the hem of mine and pulling it over my head as well. My breath came sharp and quick, my breasts rising and falling in the powder blue bra that had been in the pile of clothes he’d dumped on the bed.
His dark eyes dropped to my tits, something dangerous dancing in the depths. Part of me wasn’t sure if he was going to lose it and yank off the rest of our clothes to plunge into me hard and rough, or if he was going to take his time. One piece of clothing at a time. One small inch of skin at a time.
I wanted it both ways, but I knew for sure I wanted it.
I undid the button on his jeans and he removed them along with his boxers, standing fully naked at fully erect before me. A drop of pre-cum glittered on the end of his dick, making me lick my lips.
Nash’s hand gripped the back of my hair again, another growl sounding low in his throat. “You want me to fuck your mouth?”
I couldn’t nod. His grip was too tight on my hair. But I breathed out a heady “Yes.”
“There will be time for that. Time for all of this.” His eyes locked on mine. “As long as you stay.”
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Her eyes, blurry with desire, were confused. “Stay?”
“I need to know you’re not going to run after this.”
I needed so much more. Wanted to insist she stay here with me instead of going back home, insist she only left to take pictures and didn’t put herself at risk, but with blood roaring in my ears and making my cock thick with desire, I couldn’t lay it all out for her right now.
“I’m not going to run.”
God, how did she have so much faith in me? In the world? Especially after what had happened last night?
“It’s been a long time,” I said gruffly, needing to touch her to feel alive again. To bury my dick so far inside her, it’d feel like we were the same person.
I flicked the latch on her bra and let it fall behind her. Then I scooted her to the edge of the desk, undid her jeans, and had both those and her panties off in seconds.
I slid my hands down her arms, causing her to shiver and me to grin. Then I leaned her back on the desk and shackled her wrists with one hand. She stretched out before me, skin milky white and soft, breasts heaving with her sharp breaths. She lifted her hips against me, and I had to exercise all the control I had not to plunge into her right there.
“Nash, please…”
“Not yet,” I said, kissing one perfect breast.
I wanted her to need me so badly she was out of her mind. I wanted to see her dripping with arousal.
I flicked my tongue across one nipple, making her back arch, and then moved to the other. I licked it, blew on it, and when her eyes closed, sucked it hard into my mouth.
“Oh, God…”
She writhed underneath me, teasing my cock. Her body moved in a mesmerizing rhythm, like I was already inside of her, rocking her to the brink of ecstasy.
I tightened my grip around her wrists, holding her in place while I skimmed her stomach with the fingers of my other hand.
“I need you inside me,” she said, voice barely more than a whisper.
Just what I wanted to hear. Just want I wanted to know. That she needed me as much as I needed her.
Answering her request, I shoved two fingers inside of her, watching her face as I plunged them in and out. Her lips parted, tongue flicking out to lick them. I could imagine those pink lips on my cock, sucking me deep until I reached the back of her throat.
But not yet.
Fingers wet with her arousal, I pulled them out, only to rub them against her clit. I moved them in circles, and then back and forth. Her entire body tightened, bowing up off the desk as I continued to restrain her wrists.
She shouted out my name, body trembling as the orgasm overtook her. I didn’t relent, tormenting her with my fingers until she peaked again, taut as a bowstring.
“Nash. I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” I murmured.
Then I moved on top of her, spreading her legs with my knee. She parted for me, her lips wet and shiny, just a small thatch of hair above her clit. I’d get my mouth on that soon, bring her to another shuddering peak while I fucked her with my tongue. But now…
“Look at me.”
Her eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to focus on mine. I didn’t see fear or anxiety there—and realized for the first time in a long time—none of those feelings plagued me either.
Then I slid my dick over her wet entrance before easing in one agonizing inch at a time. It cost me to go so slow, but it was worth it. I filled her full, stretching her to accommodate me.
“Nash.”
“Yes,” I murmured, pressing my hips against hers.
“Take me now.”
My dick jerked inside of her, and then…I lost control.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I’d never been stretched this wide before. Nash was the biggest man I’d ever been with, and when he shoved in and out of me, chasing after his own release, I could hardly hold still.
With his hands till manacling my wrists, all I could do was groan in pleasure as my naked back arched against the desk.
“You’re so fucking wet. So tight,” he bit out, cheeks taut.
I wanted him to lose control, to need me as badly he knew I needed him. So I lifted my legs to my chest, allowing him to go deeper. He grunted in response, fingers tightening on my wrists.
He pounded harder, spearing me with his cock, making me die a little each time he hit that sweet spot. I moaned out loud, perilously close to coming again.
“Yes, baby,” he murmured, “come for me. Come for me again.”
My breath caught, and I came, turning my head to the side as an orgasm so powerful shook me to the core. It shot through my entire body, making every single nerve ending as sensitive as they’d ever been.
Nash’s fingers squeezed my wrists in a death grip when he came. His hips jerked against mine, pumping even as he spurted hot and wet inside of me. His chest brushed my nipples, still so sensitive, and I shut my eyes.
God, this was… I couldn’t even find words. I’d never abandoned work in the middle of the day to fuck my boss before. But I wasn’t against doing it again. And right now, Nash did not feel like my boss.
I relaxed my legs, still sprawled on the desk. Nash’s body went lax against mine, his fingers loosening their grip.
I brought my arms back to my sides, but before I could flex my fingers to bring back some of the circulation I’d lost, Nash sat up and grabbed my hands gently. He rubbed my wrists, murmuring something under his breath I couldn’t make out.
“Are you okay?” he asked after a moment.
“More than okay.” I smiled at him. I felt dirty, and more than content with it. His cum was still between my legs and my body ached in places I forgot I had.
His eyes darkened. “I lost control.”
I sat up, pulling my hands from his. “You didn’t hurt me. That was…better than I expected.”
“Better than you expected?” he asked, angling his head. “Meaning you were expecting this to happen?”
My cheeks burned. No. And yes. Not expecting, maybe. Wanting. Needing.
Nash gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Tell me.”
“It’s—yes. I mean, I wanted you. I wanted this. I—I…” I didn’t want to say it out loud, and yet I felt like he’d know if I was lying to him. “I fantasized about this.”
“Rough?” he asked, losing some of that worry in his eyes.
“Maybe rougher.”
His dick hardened again, and I reached out, my fingers closing over the length of it. I squeezed the base and moved all the way to the tip.
“Reyna,” he warned.
“What?” I asked innocently.
He
grabbed my hand. “Let’s clean up.”
My shoulders drooped, but I got off the desk at his encouragement. I went for my clothes, but he shook his head.
“You aren’t going to need those. We’ll get in the shower.”
“Oh. Okay.”
I turned for the hallway, but he caught me around my waist. “Hold on.”
I looked up, surprised when he kissed me softly on my lips.
“I have to make sure I didn’t fuck this up,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
His eyes skimmed my lips, my shoulders, then came to rest on my breasts. Warmth gathered between my legs, my body responding to his gaze. “I mean, I was serious about you running. I’m not the person you think I am. I don’t want you to regret this.”
“Then tell me,” I said.
He caught my hand again. “I’ll try.”
But he didn’t continue, only pulled me through the living room—Charles was nowhere to be found—and into his bedroom. In the master bath, he turned on several shower heads and I watched as steam billowed in the room.
He took my hand again and pulled me inside. I released a soft sigh when the water hit my body. It helped take away the aches and pains of last night. Nash grabbed a sponge and ran it along my shoulders. He nudged me in the other direction, and I turned around while he sponged my back.
He didn’t this all in silence, holding back from me. I wanted to understand why he was the way he was, but part of me worried I couldn’t handle it. What had been so traumatic that it had made Nash shy away from the rest of the world?
Finally, after he’d washed my entire backside, he said, “Stay the night.”
“Tonight?”
He nodded, eyes locking on mine. “After last night…I need to have you close.”
I considered this. It wouldn’t hurt. I wanted to show him my pictures from today, get a little more information about the job he was offering me. And maybe I just wanted what every normal human being wants—a companion.
Someone to fall asleep next to.
“Okay. On one condition,” I said.
The instant worry in his eyes concerned me. I touched his cheek and kept it light. “We order pizza for dinner.”
He laughed, a low husky laugh that had me aching for him all over again. “I think we can manage that.”
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I jerked awake, unaware of where I was for a long moment. My heart raced in my chest and I was sure there was someone else in the room with me. A dark figure loomed before me and I lashed out, hitting something soft and warm.
I heard a gasp, and then it all came flooding back to me.
“Reyna?”
I reached for the lamp by the bed, wincing when the light hit my eyes. She had her hand over her cheek, the sheet up to her breasts.
She reached out to me with her other hand. “Are you okay?”
“Me?” I choked out. “I hit you.”
“It’s fine. You were dreaming.”
I had been. The back of my neck was damp from sweat and my heart still hadn’t slowed all the way. It was the same thing it always was. Brianna’s body in the alleyway, me crawling across the pavement to reach her, but never being able to make it.
But in this dream, when her lifeless eyes stared up at me, they weren’t Brianna’s eyes. They were Reyna’s.
I yanked her into my arms, suddenly afraid if I didn’t have a good grip on her, she’d vanish right before my eyes.
“Nash.” Her concerned voice reached my ears. She tried to pull back to see my face, but I wouldn’t loosen my hold.
“No,” I murmured. “Stay here. Right here.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
She soothed me by murmuring nonsense words in my ear and rubbing her hand in circles on my back. “It was just a dream,” she said after a moment.
I nodded. She was right. A dream that didn’t mean anything. A dream that was born out of lingering anxiety and nothing else.
But when I thought of losing Reyna the way I’d lost Brianna, something inside of me snapped. I kissed her hard, pressing my tongue into her mouth. The sheet slid away and her tits, soft and warm, pressed against my chest. Her nipples puckered immediately, making me hard.
I yanked the sheet from between us and pulled Reyna onto my lap, so she was straddling me. She was wet against my stomach.
“Help me forget,” I whispered.
She set her hands against my shoulders, and then rose up so my dick was poised at her entrance. And then she lowered herself onto me, letting me sink into her heat. It was comfort and arousal at the same time.
The dream vanished from my mind as she began to move. Her body rocked against mine, breasts bouncing up and down. I took a handful, brushing my thumbs on her nipples so they tightened even more.
She moaned and moved faster, circling her hips. I grabbed her ass to sink even deeper inside her heat.
“Nash,” she breathed, eyes unfocused on mine.
It did more for erasing my worries than anything could have—knowing I gave her the kind of pleasure that could make her lose focus. That could make her see nothing but me.
I looked down, watching where our bodies joined. Her arousal shimmered on my dick every time she eased back. And then she’d move forward again, milking my cock, urging me to explode inside of her.
“Don’t hold back,” she said, cheek against mine.
Her tongue traced the shell of my ear and I all but lost it. Gripping her waist, I slammed her down on top of me, shoving my hips at the same time. Her breath caught, and I repeated the motion a few more times before she clenched around me.
Her forehead dropped to my shoulder as she came, and I was helpless to follow, blowing my load deep inside her. Her muscles spasmed around me and I came again and again until I was empty but sated.
Until nothing but the memory of the terrible dream was left.
Reyna was the only one who’d ever been able to take away that pain.
CHAPTER NINE
My body ached in places I didn’t know existed—a sure sign I hadn’t been getting near enough sex as I should have been before this. Or at least, near enough good sex. No, great.
After I stepped out of the shower, alone this time, I gave a contented smile. I hadn’t realized how much I needed this. I’d been working so hard for so many years, trying to keep myself afloat and take care of my mom, I hadn’t realized how worn out I’d become.
And how nice it was to share myself with someone else. Or at least part of myself.
After all, Nash and I both had secrets we hadn’t spoken of yet. It was too soon. And I was afraid it would spoil what was starting between us.
When I walked to the bedroom to get dressed and spotted a message on my phone, I wasn’t concerned until I saw who’d left it. It was the facility my mom was staying in. I swallowed hard. Now what?
My hand hesitated over the phone. Part of me wanted to ignore it. No, all of me wanted to. I hated this life and this responsibility. But I was the only one my mom had. If I didn’t take care of her, look after her, who would?
Taking a deep breath, I put the phone to my ear and listened to the message. The director of the facility spoke tersely, telling me many of the same things he had last time. My mom was out of control, fighting her meds and making problems with the orderlies. She’d caused a whole room of destruction and something needed to be done.
My throat dried. It wasn’t like I could stop her. She had mental issues that were too much for me to handle on my own. And she certainly hadn’t wanted to take her meds when she was at home with me—I couldn’t force her to. She’d rather get high on alcohol and drugs, tear the house and apart and then lock herself in her room with nothing but vodka and pills.
But the only other option was to have her medicated entirely—so that she couldn’t even control her own actions.
She’d hate that. She’d vow to kill me. She’d done it before.
I needed to get down there to figure out what
to do. Already, I was going to have to pay for the damages and I had no idea where I was going to get the money.
Nash walked into the room, a laptop in his hands. He was smiling, something I hadn’t seen him do often. I hated to give him bad news, so I tried to return his smile.
“Hi.”
He narrowed his eyes. Then they dropped to my phone. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.” I kept smiling. “Just a family thing.”
“Family?”
“My, uh…my mom. I need to go—help her with something.”
He set the laptop on the bed. “You’re lying to me.”
My mouth dropped open. “What? Nash.”
He breathed in deep and then released it. “What can I do to help?”
“Nothing,” I said immediately, turning for my clothes. “I just…I need to go visit her.”
Nash didn’t need to know about my fucked-up family, and how my mom had been on medication since her mid-twenties. How I feared every single day that I’d end up like her. Crazy. Alone. Locked away forever.
As I pulled on my underwear and bra, he watched me with wary eyes. No doubt wondering why I was being so vague. Or maybe even wondering if I was lying to him outright. And I was. I didn’t need to go visit my mom—I’d be happy if I never had to see her again.
But I had to go clean up her mess. And that was something I felt like I’d be doing the rest of my life.
“I still want to work today, and I can put in a few hours before I go if you need me to. Otherwise—”
“No. You should take care of what you need to.”
I turned to him, didn’t miss the confusion in his eyes. But he didn’t say a word.
“Are you coming back?” he asked instead.
“Of course. I mean, I said I’d take those pictures, right?”
“I don’t mean for work.”
“Oh.” I pulled a shirt over my head, then shoved my legs into a pair of skinny jeans. The rest of the clothes Nash had given me were folded and set on a chair by his dresser. I wasn’t sure where to put them.
In fact, right now I wasn’t sure where I belonged.