Page 131 of Nash
I give her harder. My hips snapping against hers, the desk scraping across the floor with each thrust. Every time I bottom out, the pressure builds at the base of my cock, the kind that coils tighter with each stroke. Her moans press into my neck, muffled,bitten off, the quietest she's ever been because fifty feet away the family is eating dinner. I slide my hand between us, my thumb on her clit, rubbing in tight circles while I fuck her, and her pussy flutters around me in response.
"Nash." My name breathed against my neck. "Right there. Don't stop."
Her walls clench around me, tightening in pulses, her thighs trembling against my hips. I feel her building, her whole body coiling, her pussy squeezing me in waves that make it harder to hold back. My forehead drops against hers. My breathing is ragged. I'm close, and she's pulling me there with every clench of her body.
"I love you," she whispers. "I love you and I'm coming. Both of those things are happening at the same time, and I can't stop either one."
"I love you." The words come out against her mouth. Raw. "Come for me."
She comes hard. Her pussy clenching in waves around my cock, her body shaking, her teeth sinking into my shoulder to muffle the cry. The bite, the clench, the wet heat of her pulling me deeper all hit at once, and my control snaps. I feel her orgasm around me, every pulse drawing me in, and it breaks me open. I bury myself to the hilt, my hands gripping her hips, and come inside her in long, shuddering pulses, her name pressed through my teeth, my whole body emptying into hers.
We hold. Her arms are around my neck. My hands are on her hips. My cock is still inside her, both of us catching our breath. The desk solid beneath her. Through the wall, Maggie's voice calls for someone to pass the salt. Kyle's laugh. East telling someone his name is not Greg.
"We just had sex during a family dinner," Ruby says into my shoulder.
"Yes."
"At a desk. In an office. While my parents eat rosemary chicken fifty feet away."
"Yes."
"That's one surface down." She pulls back. Her face is flushed, hair wrecked, and her makeup smudged. "How many surfaces does this clubhouse have?"
"More than you think."
"Challenge accepted."
I pull out, clean us both up with my undershirt, and help her dress. The lace goes back on. Then the jeans and top. She fixes her hair using her phone screen as a mirror.
"How do I look?" she asks.
"Like a woman who just had sex on a desk."
"That's not helpful. I need to walk back into that room and make eye contact with my mother."
"You'll manage."
"I'll manage because I'm Ruby Leighton and managing is my superpower. But if my mother looks at me and says, 'you look flushed, dear,' I'm blaming it on Maggie's chicken."
I unlock the door. Check the hallway. Clear. She slips past me, smoothing her top, and disappears into the main room. I wait two minutes, then follow.
At the table, Ruby is already seated beside Raine. Her plate is full. Her face is innocent. She's telling her mother about the new clothes, about the jacket that finally arrived, the jeans that fit the way jeans should fit when a man doesn't order them in novelty sizes.
East passes behind her chair. "Tell Nash I know it was you, Greg," Ruby says without looking up.
"MY NAME IS EAST."
Raine looks at Ruby. "Why is he saying his name?"
"Long story, Mom. Pass the chicken."
My phone buzzes against my thigh. Victor's name is on the screen. He's ten feet away, his arm around Olivia, and his face is unchanged.
Whitmore's truck was spotted outside Batesville. He's moving early.
I look up. Victor is already watching me. Across the table, Malachi checks his phone, reads, then sets it face down. Knox's screen lights up. He glances at it once, then finds my eyes. East shifts Rowan to his other arm and reads his phone one-handed. James sets his coffee mug down.
Forty-eight hours just became twenty-four.
