Turning my back to both men, my stomach rolls. I hate that Joe brought up our age difference. Nash had admitted that was one of the original reasons he’d tried to keep his distance, in addition to being Beckett’s friend, feeling like a Hughes child in a way, and not being able to give me a steady life.
He’s given me the truth, thinking it would put me at ease, and it partially has. It’s also given me a specific list of fears to cling to. Reasons that Nash will walk away because his insecurities are stronger than the feelings he has for me.
The hours pass, my shoulders burning from the gym as much as slinging drinks at a packed bar. Wednesday nights are always busy like this. There’s no good reason for it, unless it’s amateur night at Boulder Ranch, which it’s not tonight. But it’s stillsummer. We’ll be an attraction until the kids go back to school and the holiday season rolls around.
By the time the last patron exits through the front door, waving goodbye, I’m dead on my feet. But the work isn’t done. With me being the only bartender on tonight, inventory will take me at least an hour, and that’s if the backroom is organized. These young guys Jim hired aren’t always the best.
Snapping the lock closed on the front door, I turn to find Nash rounding up empty bottles and glasses off the tables. He doesn’t say a word as he effortlessly slips through the space, tossing trash and wiping down every surface.
With a sigh, I get to work, focusing on shutting down behind the bar before I head back and do inventory. The faster I get it done, the quicker I can snuggle into my pillow and sleep until noon.
“What can I do next?” he breathes heavily next to me, his warm breath caressing my bare neck.
It had been another blistering hot day, and I couldn’t tolerate more than a tank top. When the bar is packed, the air conditioner is pretty much worthless, but now it blessedly cools my skin.
“Inventory,” I groan, wrapping my arms around his neck with a lazy grin.
Strong hands massage the muscles along my arms, his eyes sparkling in the dim light. Mischief dances there, my core tightening, unsure of what he’s thinking.
Before I can speak again, his mouth closes over mine. My fingers tug at his neck, pulling him closer to me, lost in the feel of his lips and body. Our mouths slant, deepening the kiss, before the tip of his tongue teases across the seam of my lips, asking for entrance. Entrance, I’ll always happily give him.
I’m so wrapped up in Nash, I hardly notice he’s already undone my belt, button, and zipper on my jean shorts. “If we’regonna be here another couple of hours, I’m not gonna be able to wait that long to taste you.”
“Nash,” I whisper my warning. “We can’t… here.” My eyes dart around the space as if someone is hiding under the tables and will pop out to catch what we’re about to do.
“We can, and I will,” he smirks. Yanking his shirt over his head, the muscles of his torso flex. My nails run down his chest, reveling in the feel of his solid pecs and every ridge of his abs rippling beneath my touch.
He lays his shirt out on the bar countertop before hoisting me to the edge, yanking my shorts down my legs, and then scooting me back just far enough I won’t slide off.
“Nash,” I whine. It was meant to be another warning, but every nerve ending is alive as he runs his hands up my outer thighs. I’ve never done anything like this in a public place. Definitely not my place of work.
But my body hums with the anticipation of having his mouth on me. My core pulsing, remembering what it feels like for his tongue to swirl around my swollen nub and sink inside me.
“Open,” Nash commands. Without hesitation, my legs spread wide. One at a time, he grips my ankles, planting my heels along the raised ridge of the bar. “Mmm, you’re so wet for me, and I’m starving.”
Before I can respond, Nash latches onto my swollen flesh. Where he’d teased me at his house, he wastes no time driving my body into a swirling frenzy. My muscles convulse, and my mouth opens with my moans as I cling tight to his hair. The arch in my back curves as I buck my hips into his face, demanding everything he’s willing to give.
His tongue probes inside me, bracing his forearm against my upper pelvis so his elbow and hand can keep my legs open. His assault is relentless. My body is alight with the hottest flames, writhing beneath his touch. Each new wave of pleasure drawsout new mewling noises from me. My whimpers are loud with every circle of his thumb against my clit and dip of his finger inside my core to join his talented tongue. I’m seconds from tumbling over the edge, every bit of my arousal sure to coat Nash’s tongue and face.
“Nash, I’m…”
He says nothing, working me harder. My lower belly tightens, my walls squeezing tighter with his probing fingers and tongue before I explode. Every nerve ending fires with my release, my grip on his hair so tight I’m surprised he doesn’t cry out in pain.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers against my center, licking me clean before rising to his full height. His lips find mine, the taste of me on his lips becoming a new favorite these past few days. “That was one.”
“One what?” I question, panting as if I just ran a marathon.
“The first time I made you come tonight,” he chuckles, dampening a paper towel before cleaning me some more.
Hopping down from the counter, my knees wobble, but he holds me up. “And we’re counting why?”
Sliding my shorts and underwear back up my thighs, purposely running his fingers over my flesh as he does, he leans in close once they’re in place. “How many men spoke to you tonight?”
Goodness gracious, this man might kill me.
Chapter 34
Nash
