Nash. Nell. Family.Ours.
“I’m gonna go back out there and tell Tess I’m done for the night,” he murmured against my lips. “You’re gonna text your friend and tell her you’re not feeling well and went home.”
“She’s going to know exactly what happened,” I laughed.
He smiled. “Good…but I assume she’ll get rid of those guys for you.”
“Mmhm.”
His eyes darted to the door.
“There’s an exit at the end of this hallway where you can walk out without anyone seeing you. I’ll meet you there. Then…”
He kissed me again, like he couldn’t help it. When he finally pulled away, I smiled at him.
“You were saying?”
He tilted my chin up toward him, staring directly into my eyes.
“Then I’m gonna spend the whole damn weekend making sure you’re knocked up.”
FOURTEEN
nash
The timing was all wrong.Events were out of order. This wasn’t even close to what I thought Maggie would have wanted, with her gel pens and her planner and her perfectly organized classrooms.
But she’d asked. She was clear. She knew what she wanted, and she wantedme, and I wasn’t going to fuck that up—not when she was giving me another shot.
We were already kissing as I shut the door behind us, my hands in her hair, guiding her toward my bedroom. She reached for my shirt and I pulled away from her just long enough for her to pull it off, leaving it on the floor—tripping over a dinosaur toy, needing her naked. Maggie was clawing at my belt now, her teeth dragging on my lower lip as she kissed me.
“Fuck me again,” she breathed, begged. “Please, please Nash, give me a baby?—”
I chuckled against her lips. “You’ve got a dirty mouth when you know what you want, sunshine.”
She was wearing this navy button-up shirt, top button already undone, her tits spilling out. I couldn’t wait; I yanked the shirt open, making Maggie gasp, buttons flying with tiny littlepopsaround the room.
“I do know what I want,” she said, this euphoric smile on her face, dragging me by the shirt into the bedroom. “I want you. I want you inside me. I want to wake up in your bed and I want to make you and our kids pancakes?—”
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I breathed, lowering my face to her breasts—dragging my lips over them, pulling the lace cups down to free her nipples and latching onto one. “Gonna be even sexier when you’re full of my baby, when your tits are big and swollen and sensitive.”
She arched into me, her hips lifting clean off the bed. “Yes.”
I took my time on her breasts…not because I didn’t want her—she could feel exactly how much I wanted her, my cock aching to be inside her again like I hadn’t just had her—but because we were here now. In my bed.Allnight. She was so responsive, every touch making her arch, her hands fisting in the sheets. I worked my way down slowly, cataloguing all of it: the curve of her waist. The soft skin of her stomach. The way she exhaled my name.
I dragged my thumb across one peaked nipple and she keened.
“Sensitive?” I asked, my mouth on the other breast…sucking, playing.
“Everything is sensitive right now,” she breathed. “You have no idea?—”
“Tell me.”
“My…god, you could play with me all night, but—but I want you inside?—”
“Why not both?”
I stood to take off my jeans; she watched for a second, then she was sliding out of her little black leggings too, taking her panties with them. Damn it, fucking her in her classroom had been hot, but I loved having her naked in my bed. Loved everything about her, needed it.
