Page 56 of Beating Heart
“Today is about you. And I’m just glad that I could make you feel good on a day that was tough. I mean, Beyonce on repeat and a bottle of champagne were a good start, but a lake orgasm is a strong finale.”
“Lake orgasms are clearly underrated,” I said, shaking my head.
“And you’re beautiful.”
Three simple words. And you’re beautiful. They had a lump forming in my throat. It felt like he knew exactly what I needed to hear sometimes. I didn’t know how it was possible, but I wasn’t questioning it.
“Thank you,” I said, just as the shouting from my back porch had us both turning.
“Dinner’s here!” Easton’s voice boomed.
Nash shifted me so I was on his back. “Hold on. I’ll swim us in. This dress is going to be heavy for you to try to move in.”
And he swam me to shore.
Like a knight in shining armor.
My sexy, off-limits neighbor was full of surprises.
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Nash
Emerson had wrapped herself in a towel that had been on the dock, and I’d held the skirt of her dress up to help her get up to her house. I said I needed to run next door to get dressed because I sure as hell was not going to walk inside that house with a raging boner in front of her brother.
But that fucking kiss had done me in. I’d trained myself to go for long windows of time without sex ever since Cutler was born. But I was rock-hard and in need of relief. So a quick shower where I could have a minute with my hand was exactly what I needed. It didn’t take long. Thoughts of the way her head fell back on a gasp, the way her tight little body rocked against mine, desperate for relief. The way her lips parted for me when I’d kissed her.
Quickest shower-slash-hand job of my life.
I was dressed and knocking on her back door in no time.
Easton opened the door, one brow raised, as if he knew exactly what I’d just been up to.
“All good, buddy?” he asked.
“Yep. Just needed to catch a quick shower.”
“I’ll bet you did.” He chuckled. “I hope you’re hungry.”
I didn’t see Emerson anywhere, so I assumed she was showering, as well. Easton had cleaned the place up, and he had a large bag of takeout food from the Golden Goose on the kitchen table.
“Thanks for grabbing food for me, too.”
“Thanks for being there for my sister. She’s been through a lot,” he said, handing me a beer.
“Of course. She’s been really good to my boy.”
“She talks about Cutler every time I speak to her. Says he’s the coolest kid she’s ever met, which is saying a lot because she’s been around a ton of kids, being in pediatrics.” He sat at the table and motioned for me to do the same.
“He’s a cool little dude, no doubt about it.”
“You raise him on your own?” he asked, before taking a long pull from his bottle.
“Yep. His mom took off shortly after he was born, so it’s just been me and him, and I’ve had a lot of support from friends and my father. We do all right.”
“And you own a construction company?”
