I tightened my legs around him, and squeezed his cock. He hissed, and pulled out. I waited for him to thrust in again but he didn’t. He stilled, and dipped his head to kiss me. It was another gentle kiss. Nash was showing me a softness I’d never seen from him before; it was a side to him I could get used to. But I knew it wasn’t something I would see very often, so I soaked it all in, letting his gentleness wash over me. I let him love me in this moment. It was too early in our relationship for words of love, and besides, I figured Nash wasn’t the kind of man to make declarations like that easily, but I knew in my soul that this was his way of cherishing me.
As his lips left mine, he thrust inside me again. This time, he began a slow rhythm of thrusting in and out. I let him set the pace, enjoying the sensations his slow movements were giving me.
“Nash,” I moaned his name as I felt my orgasm building.
He was holding himself above me, watching me while he moved us towards our release. At the sound of his name, he grunted, and thrust harder. “Fuck,” he muttered, a look of determination on his face. “I fuckin’ love it when you say my name.”
I heard him, but I didn’t have it in me to say anything. My mind could only focus on the pleasure he was giving me. Instead of using words, I used my body to show him what I was feeling. I clung to him tighter, and dug my fingernails into his back.
My nails set him off like they always did. He pulled out of me and then thrust hard and fast; the slow was gone, and the Nash I craved was back. Picking up his pace, he fucked me with a relentless intensity. I shut my eyes as I spiralled into the orgasm I’d been chasing. When I finally came, I squeezed my arms, legs, and pussy; taking every last drop of bliss he was giving me.
And then he came. He rammed into me one last time, and roared, “Fuck!” Losing himself in it, his legs and back tensed as he stilled. His head dropped and I moved my hands to hold the back of his neck, gently stroking him there. I loved this time after he came; I felt so close to him in that moment.
Once he’d recovered, he pushed off me, and left to dispose of the condom. I curled up on my side while I waited for him to return. Sleep was already claiming me, and I closed my eyes, savouring the thrill from everything Nash had just given me.
The bed dipped, and I opened my eyes to find him settling in next to me. I ran my gaze over his powerful body, and unable to help myself, reached out and touched his chest. He laid on his back and reached for me, positioning his arm underneath my head and tucked me into his side.
Kissing me on my head, he whispered, “Go to sleep, baby.”
I smiled, but he didn’t see it. I hoped he could sense it though.
My last thought before I fell into a deep and peaceful slumber was that the journey ahead didn’t matter, so long as I had Nash by my side.
Chapter 27
Broken - Seether
Nash
Fuck, I was a greedy bastard.
I’d just had Velvet’s mouth and pussy around my cock, and as I watched her walk into the bathroom, I decided I wanted her again.
Now.
But, fuck it, I had to be at Mum’s house in twenty minutes to do some jobs for her. And that wouldn’t leave me enough time to take Velvet the number of ways I wanted her. I wasn’t sure there’d be enough time during the rest of my life to get my fill of her.
Guilt hit me when I thought of the way I’d treated her last night. Thank fuck she’d let me explain myself, and had a heart as big as she did to accept me and my faults. I’d really fucking meant it when I told her I was a lucky man. I wasn’t sure there were many other women out there as good as her.
My thoughts were interrupted by a text message.
Gabriella: I need to see you.
Me: No.
Gabriella: Fuck Nash we need to talk.
Me: I’ve got nothing to say to you.
Gabriella: Well I’ve got shit to say to you and I’m coming there.
Fuck.
My chest tightened at the thought of seeing her. I had to put a stop to this so I dialled her number.
“Nash,” she answered in her breathy voice. My heart thumped in my chest at the sound of it. Christ, even after all these years, she was able to affect me; able to bring out the anger in me fast.
“Don’t fuckin’ come here, Gabriella. I’m warning you, if you do, you won’t like what you find,” I threatened.
“Have you dealt with this, Nash?”
My anger exploded out of me. “I fuckin’ deal with this shit every goddamn day of my life. Don’t fuckin’ ask me that crap.”
She was silent for a moment. “I meant, have you found a way to move on, to be able to live with it.”
Sweat broke out on my forehead, even though it was freezing today. I realised what she was asking me, but she was the last person on Earth I wanted to be having this conversation with. “I’m not getting into this with you. Don’t come here.” My words were delivered furiously, and I stabbed at my phone to hang up.
Fuck.
Over the last couple of weeks, I’d felt like I was moving towards a place where I’d be able to finally work through the shit in my head. Having Velvet in my life was helping me with that; she calmed me. But the thought of Gabriella turning up, the day before the anniversary, fucking blew it all to pieces.
I heard the shower turn off, and decided I needed to get out of here. I had to put some distance between me and Velvet while I processed this, otherwise I knew I’d fuck up all the good we had going now. My temper was walking a tightrope today, and I didn’t want to take it out on her.
As his lips left mine, he thrust inside me again. This time, he began a slow rhythm of thrusting in and out. I let him set the pace, enjoying the sensations his slow movements were giving me.
“Nash,” I moaned his name as I felt my orgasm building.
He was holding himself above me, watching me while he moved us towards our release. At the sound of his name, he grunted, and thrust harder. “Fuck,” he muttered, a look of determination on his face. “I fuckin’ love it when you say my name.”
I heard him, but I didn’t have it in me to say anything. My mind could only focus on the pleasure he was giving me. Instead of using words, I used my body to show him what I was feeling. I clung to him tighter, and dug my fingernails into his back.
My nails set him off like they always did. He pulled out of me and then thrust hard and fast; the slow was gone, and the Nash I craved was back. Picking up his pace, he fucked me with a relentless intensity. I shut my eyes as I spiralled into the orgasm I’d been chasing. When I finally came, I squeezed my arms, legs, and pussy; taking every last drop of bliss he was giving me.
And then he came. He rammed into me one last time, and roared, “Fuck!” Losing himself in it, his legs and back tensed as he stilled. His head dropped and I moved my hands to hold the back of his neck, gently stroking him there. I loved this time after he came; I felt so close to him in that moment.
Once he’d recovered, he pushed off me, and left to dispose of the condom. I curled up on my side while I waited for him to return. Sleep was already claiming me, and I closed my eyes, savouring the thrill from everything Nash had just given me.
The bed dipped, and I opened my eyes to find him settling in next to me. I ran my gaze over his powerful body, and unable to help myself, reached out and touched his chest. He laid on his back and reached for me, positioning his arm underneath my head and tucked me into his side.
Kissing me on my head, he whispered, “Go to sleep, baby.”
I smiled, but he didn’t see it. I hoped he could sense it though.
My last thought before I fell into a deep and peaceful slumber was that the journey ahead didn’t matter, so long as I had Nash by my side.
Chapter 27
Broken - Seether
Nash
Fuck, I was a greedy bastard.
I’d just had Velvet’s mouth and pussy around my cock, and as I watched her walk into the bathroom, I decided I wanted her again.
Now.
But, fuck it, I had to be at Mum’s house in twenty minutes to do some jobs for her. And that wouldn’t leave me enough time to take Velvet the number of ways I wanted her. I wasn’t sure there’d be enough time during the rest of my life to get my fill of her.
Guilt hit me when I thought of the way I’d treated her last night. Thank fuck she’d let me explain myself, and had a heart as big as she did to accept me and my faults. I’d really fucking meant it when I told her I was a lucky man. I wasn’t sure there were many other women out there as good as her.
My thoughts were interrupted by a text message.
Gabriella: I need to see you.
Me: No.
Gabriella: Fuck Nash we need to talk.
Me: I’ve got nothing to say to you.
Gabriella: Well I’ve got shit to say to you and I’m coming there.
Fuck.
My chest tightened at the thought of seeing her. I had to put a stop to this so I dialled her number.
“Nash,” she answered in her breathy voice. My heart thumped in my chest at the sound of it. Christ, even after all these years, she was able to affect me; able to bring out the anger in me fast.
“Don’t fuckin’ come here, Gabriella. I’m warning you, if you do, you won’t like what you find,” I threatened.
“Have you dealt with this, Nash?”
My anger exploded out of me. “I fuckin’ deal with this shit every goddamn day of my life. Don’t fuckin’ ask me that crap.”
She was silent for a moment. “I meant, have you found a way to move on, to be able to live with it.”
Sweat broke out on my forehead, even though it was freezing today. I realised what she was asking me, but she was the last person on Earth I wanted to be having this conversation with. “I’m not getting into this with you. Don’t come here.” My words were delivered furiously, and I stabbed at my phone to hang up.
Fuck.
Over the last couple of weeks, I’d felt like I was moving towards a place where I’d be able to finally work through the shit in my head. Having Velvet in my life was helping me with that; she calmed me. But the thought of Gabriella turning up, the day before the anniversary, fucking blew it all to pieces.
I heard the shower turn off, and decided I needed to get out of here. I had to put some distance between me and Velvet while I processed this, otherwise I knew I’d fuck up all the good we had going now. My temper was walking a tightrope today, and I didn’t want to take it out on her.
