Chapter Twenty-One

Nash

The ride back to Chelle’s apartment was pure fucking torture. The second the car dropped them off in front of her building, he let out a sigh of relief.

But it was too damn soon.

Before they could make it through the lobby, they got stopped by a woman named Suzanne who wanted to complain about Groucho Barks and Mary Puppins. He held it together long enough to admire the way Chelle shut the woman down, and then he hustled them up the stairs. Her door was just down the hallway, a yellow beacon representing the finish line where he’d get to strip her down and taste every inch of her—except for one thing.

Two things, really.

Two furry, yappy, and very happy to see them things that barreled straight for them as soon as they walked through the front door.

“Just give me a second to take them for a quick walk,” she said as she managed to clip on their leashes, even though the dogs were squirming like electric eels.

Yeah. No.

Nash scooped a leashed dog under each arm. “You get naked. I’ll be right back.”

Her eyes went dark with desire, and she didn’t argue.

He would have thought the blast of cold air when he walked out the building’s front door would have been enough to cool him off. He would have been wrong. He swore the snow was melting before the flakes even landed on him as he strode down the block.

“I swear, if you two take care of this fast, I will buy you each a lifetime supply of peanut butter–filled Kong toys.”

Maybe they understood, maybe they took pity on him, or maybe they didn’t want to be outside any longer than he did, because they were ready to go in a half block later. A cooler guy wouldn’t have picked them up and all but sprinted back to the building and up the stairs. Nash was not that guy, though, not when Chelle was waiting for him.

He stashed the dogs in the kitchen with two bowls of kibble, made sure Sir Hiss had his dinner, double-checked there was water, and then rushed to Chelle’s bedroom. He took a second to bring himself into check so he wouldn’t look like one of her wild satyrs ready to fuck at a moment’s notice, and then—fina-fucking-ly he opened the door.

The bed was empty.

Her bathroom was empty.

He highly doubted she was hiding in the closet, but like an asshole, he checked anyway.

That’s when he heard her clear her throat, and he looked out into the hallway. Chelle stood in the open doorway of his room, wearing only a black, almost see-through robe and a shade of red lipstick she hadn’t been wearing on their date. Dazed, he just stood there drinking her in, memorizing the way he could almost see all of her soft curves that made his mouth go dry. She toyed onerously with the end of her hair for a second and then set her shoulders. One side of her mouth tilted up into a smile as she curled her finger at him and then disappeared into his room.

No one needed to tell him twice. He strode across the hall and shut the bedroom door behind him. He didn’t know where he wanted to look first. Her perfect tits nearly overflowing from the black bra she wore under the robe? Her hips that curved out in an exaggerated hourglass? The fuck-me red of her lips? The still a bit skittish but determined gleam in her eyes that promised he was in for a good time, but it wouldn’t be easy? He doubted anything was with Chelle, and he more than appreciated that fact.

“I thought I told you to take your clothes off,” he said as he crossed over to her, getting nearly close enough to touch her smooth skin before something in her eyes stopped him.

“Oh,” she said with a sexy, husky chuckle, “you just want me in red lipstick and nothing else?”

“More than fucking life itself,” he said, flicking open the top button on his jeans, so ready to torment her as hard as it seemed she was determined to tease him. “But why don’t you sit back, have a drink, and let me show you how much?”

She sat down on the chair in the corner of the room where there was already an old-fashioned glass with a finger of whiskey waiting within reach. She picked up the glass and took a long drink before holding the glass in her lap with a tight grip.

Fuck.

He had no clue what was going on, but he had to make sure she was all in. “Chelle, are you sure you want this?”

“It’s just been a long time and you’re so much younger and there’s no way that I look anywhere close to the women you’re usually with and you don’t want someone like me.” She pressed her fingers to her lips. “I’m messing everything up.”

“You could never do that, but you are one hundred percent wrong about one very important thing.” He reached behind his head and pulled off his sweater. “I can’t stop thinking about just how much I want you and what I’d like to do with you and to you. I don’t want someone like you, I want you. But if you want me to stop, you need to tell me.”

Cock hard as steel, he flipped off his shoes and then took off his jeans and underwear. The strip clubs weren’t going to be calling him after that performance, but he didn’t think slow was what Chelle was after tonight.

“Did you want a whiskey?” she asked, desire darkened her eyes as she watched.

“No.” He shook his head as he wrapped his hand around his dick, giving it a hard, slow stroke, relishing the way she bit down on her full bottom lip as he did. “I’ll have some of yours.”

He let go of his cock and dipped a finger in her glass, then held it above the V opening of her robe and let the amber liquid drip off the tip and down the valley between her tits. Her moan of pleasure had him reaching down to squeeze the base of his dick to send the “slow down” signal to his balls.

This woman—this woman, at least tonight—knew exactly how to play him.

What she didn’t seem to realize, though, was that he could play this game, too. Instead of bending over and licking her dry, he picked her up out of the chair and she gave out a surprised gasp. Then he put her down on her feet, and while she stood there, he dragged his tongue down the line of whiskey, licking up every drop as he stripped her robe off her and then let it drop to the floor.

She’d expect him to go for her bra next, to unhook it and let it drop. Too bad. Instead, he swept his tongue further south, kissing, licking, and nipping his way toward the promised land.

“I like your belly.” He dropped a line of kisses that crossed just below her belly button. “And these hips are fucking fantastic.” He glided his hands over her hips as he lowered himself to his knees in front of her. “I’ve been imagining your thighs so much.” He rocked back on his heels and looked up at her. “Now it’s my turn. I want to see you.”

She bit down on her bottom lip as she trailed her fingers down the side of her neck and then moved them lower so they glided across the full, round curve of the top of her tits. “You want me to strip?”

“Fuck yes,” he said, getting up and moving to the bed. Never looking away from her, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand. “I’m willing to beg, plead, whatever you want.” He started to roll the condom on, his dick so sensitive already he was on the edge of coming. “Let me see you. Please.”

He waited, holding his breath and his cock, and watched as she unhooked her bra and slipped it off. That’s when things went a little glitchy in his head. Her tits weren’t just perfect, they were something even better than that, and once he had blood going to his brain again, he’d ask her what the word for that was. She was the author, after all.

“God, you’re beautiful.” It was so true it was like saying the sky was blue or water was wet.

Then she took off her panties and stood before him in only that sinfully sexy red lipstick, and the world stopped spinning.

Fucking hell.

She was gorgeous, like a voluptuous sex goddess, all soft curves with a solid strength underneath that promised not only could she take care of everything, she’d also smite anyone who got in her way.

He’d never wanted anyone more in his life.

“Come here,” he said, sounding as desperate for her as he felt, as he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his forearms.

She closed the distance between them, getting on the bed and straddling him before reaching between her legs and wrapping her hand around his cock. “Is this what you want?”

He’d thought he’d been hard before. He was wrong. Lust burned through him at her light touch and nearly undid him. “You are all I want.”

She lowered herself down on him, enveloping him in her slick warmth, and started to ride him slow and steady, her big tits swaying as she moved. Her sweet mouth was open, her head tossed back as she took what she wanted, what she needed. The temptation was too much, and he curled the rest of the way up, threaded his hands through her dark hair, and brought her mouth down to his, kissing her with everything he had as her body rocked against his.

It was the best kind of torture, the kind that had him holding on to her, kissing her, for dear life as pleasure rolled through him in waves. It was good, so fucking good—but he wanted more. He wanted all of her.

Breaking the kiss, he grabbed her hips and stopped her in mid-downward thrust. She gave him a questioning look, but there was no time for her to say anything before he lifted her up and off of him, then put her on her back in the middle of the bed. Her dark hair was spread out and her legs were spread wide. Fuck, those legs, they were a sight to behold, full and thick.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said as he kissed his way up her inner thigh. “I could spend all night right here.”

“Well, I hope you’re going to go higher,” she said, a ribbon of desperate need threaded through the words.

He grinned against her skin. “Impatient?”

“Right now?” She let out a shaky groan as he kissed that crease between her thigh and her pussy. “Very.”

She lifted her hips, and he slid his hands underneath her round ass, supporting her and putting him in the perfect position to do exactly what he’d been dreaming about. He dove right in, licking and kissing her wet folds, devouring her, feasting on her like a man who’d been starving for only her his entire life and didn’t realize it until that moment. He rounded her clit with his tongue, then lapped at it and sucked it as he slid two fingers deep inside, fucking her with them in a steady rhythm as he stretched her open.

“Nash,” she moaned.

His name had never sounded so good before.

He teased her, taking her closer and closer before dialing it back a few notches, waiting to drag this out, let the pleasure build until there was no stopping it. Finally, though, she took back control, sinking her fingers into his hair and holding him in place as she rubbed against his mouth, demanding her due. He was all too happy to oblige, alternating between pressing his tongue against her clit and sucking on the sensitive nub until her thighs were shaking on either side of his head.

She came, her body arching, every part of her going as hard as he was. It was so damn hot, the tilt of her head, the sound of her pleasure, the way her whole body tensed before melting in his arms. Fucking gorgeous.

“Fuck me,” she said a few moments later, still breathing hard.

“Is that rhetorical?” he asked and moved back enough to get a good look at her flushed body as she came down from that high.

She chuckled. “Not even a little bit.”

“Good.” He lined up his cock with her entrance and slid in one slow inch at a time, reveling in the feel of her wrapped around him until he was balls deep.

He stayed there for a second, trying to get ahold of himself as pleasure jolted his system and every part of his body tuned into the feel of being inside Chelle. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist and started moving her hips. What little control he’d been holding onto evaporated. He pulled back and thrust into her over and over as pure pleasure built in the base of his spine and his balls tightened. Fuck. He wasn’t going to last long. It was too good, too intense, too everything.

“Chelle,” he said in apology or warning, he wasn’t sure.

She cupped his face so he had to look right at her as she moved her hips in tandem with him, taking him deeper as he thrust in and out of her. It was like a switch was flipped. He crashed his mouth down onto hers, kissing her as he kept pushing into her, fucking her with everything he had until it was too much, and his orgasm slammed into him, turning the rest of the world dark except for Chelle.

Only her.

She was everything.

Once the rest of the world came back into focus, he rolled on his back and got rid of the condom, dropping it into the trash can in the bathroom, then climbed back into bed and pulled her close. For a second, she hesitated but then with a soft sigh curled up against him, laying her head in the pocket of his shoulder.

“Don’t go,” he said.

“Are you sure?” she asked, her words brushing against his skin as he wrapped an arm around her. “That’s why I came in here instead of my room. I wasn’t sure you’d want me to spend the night here together.”

“I will always want you to stay,” he said. “Go to sleep, Chelle.”

It wasn’t until he was still staring at the ceiling a half hour later that he realized the truth of the words. It settled down through his chest, hitting him square in the heart.

“Oh shit,” he grumbled to himself, then held his breath as Chelle mumbled something about having a magic potion before settling in to her steady sleep breathing.

He may have just been fucked, but he’d already fucked himself, because there was no way one time would be enough. Even worse, he was totally okay with that because being with Chelle—not just the sex, but actually being with her—was that good. Fuck that. Being with Chelle was amazing.

Outside, the snowstorm picked up, the wind making a sort of trilling sound when it hit the building that sounded a little too close to his grandma Betty’s laugh for comfort. His mom would say that was a sign. For once, he had to agree with her woo-woo ways, because he knew in that moment, he had his first doubt that he wouldn’t be winning the Last Man Standing bet.

And he didn’t give a shit.