Page 129 of Out Of A Fix

Instead of agreeing, I said, “I can’t believe the kids.”

“Why? I knew it was going to go like that.”

“How?”

“They wanted you to stay from the moment they were all with you in the house. I wasn’t even here, but I know that’s how they felt because it was the same for me,” he explained gently, pressing his lips against the back of my neck. “We had a home, and then we didn’t, and now we do again. No one is letting that go.”

“But that’s not all me.”

“You’re the catalyst for the change. Accept the gratitude and the love.”

I didn’t want to argue. I liked him thinking I was responsible for the happiness in his life, so I pushed back against him and let myself be held.

“Holding you is my new favorite thing.”

I was lost in the smoky, gravelly sound of his voice, in the feel of his callused hand stroking under my T-shirt, over my skin. Funny how quickly I was no longer sleepy.

“Nash…can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I said, trying to concentrate on his words as my focus wandered to his hand running over my abdomen.

“Would you let me lie down on top of you?”

“Is that what you want?” I asked. “Want to feel me under you? Under your power?”

He clutched me tight like my words caused a physical reaction, a jolt of arousal that roiled through him.

“You liked the sound of that.”

“Would you… Could the first time be…” His breath caught.

“Could the first time be you inside me?” Easy to guess where his mind had gone.

“Oh my God,” he rasped, his body twitching like he’d been touched by a live wire.

“Before any of that, though, how about I put my mouth on you, take you down the back of my throat and suck you dry.”

“Oh please,” he moaned, bucking against me, then throwing off the covers and standing up beside the bed.

I rolled onto my back and looked up at him. “What’re you doing?”

“You’re exhausted. I should get out of here and let you sleep.”

“If you walk out of here, you’ll be sorry,” I warned him.

“I don’t wanna go anywhere, but also, I have no idea what to do,” he said hoarsely, and I noted that his dick was poking out of his boxers, already rock hard.

“Your body seems pretty interested in me.”

“All of me—my head, my heart, and clearly my body—is interested in you.”

“That is very good to know.”

“Could you please tell me what to do?”

“Go to the end of the bed.”

He moved quickly, which I loved.