Page 102 of Holding The Reins

Don’t tell her you love her while she’s riding your cock.

I yank her dress down so her breasts bounce in my face as she rides me, it’s fucking perfection. Her nipples are pebbled and begging for attention as I pull them each carefully into my mouth and suck. Jesus Christ, I’m fucking high, there is nothing I could ever want more than this. More than her.

“Fuck,” she whines as I bottom out inside her. She’s never been so full.

“You’re incredible, Rae,” I whisper. “I want to bury myself inside you every second of every fucking day.”

It’s so effortless like this. When it’s just us in these moments I can believe that she is completely mine. My one and only. That I can convince her back into my arms over and over again and never lose her. Somehow move her into my home, my body, my heart, never let her go until death takes me.

CeCe wraps her arms around my neck, her fingers twisting into my hair, gripping hard as she increases her pace over me. She’s close, I can feel her legs begin to shake and her moans grow louder in my ear.

“Nash… please,” she begs me.

“You’re so fucking pretty riding my cock. Look at you, baby. Now, come. Come all over my cock, little firefly, and take me down with you. You own it.”

“Yes…” CeCe moans as she pulls her lips away from mine and smiles at me, and my fucking world ignites at the site.

“And don’t you fucking forget it, baby,” she breathes out, and then I’m coming.

My release fires through me, from every cell in my soul as I grip her shoulders and hold her down, keeping her rooted to me while I thrust into her and come, every wave more incredible than the last as I keep coming, her name on my lips and mine on hers.

I don’t stop, I can’t, the waves continue as she falls apart again over me. Am I still coming or coming again?

Her sounds echo in the tiny cabin like surround sound and it’s music to my ears, a fucking symphony.

I love this woman.

I love this woman like I’ve never loved anyone or anything. I love her more than the sun on my face rising over the mountain, the feel of fresh ice under my skates, or hoisting that cup over my head. I love my little firefly like I have no other option, and the truth is maybe I never have.

“You didn’t answer me tonight, it drove me crazy.” Nash is still inside me when he speaks into my shoulder, my dress pools around my waist, and we’re both covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“Answer you?”

“I texted you, ridiculous texts I shouldn’t have, but in my defense, I was going out of my mind without you.”

I grin into his neck.

“If that’s part of your apology, I accept it. I didn’t check my phone. I didn’t want to argue and I was… packing.”

His body stiffens below me. “I still hate that you’re going there alone.”

I brace myself for an argument but Nash’s next words surprise me.

“Have me on speed dial. I’ll be on the next plane out to murder him if that fucker tries anything even remotely sketchy.”

My heart swells in my chest, knowing how much he worries, how much he admitted his feelings for me tonight just by coming here. Maybe Mama is right, time will sort this out, and being in Seattle will give him a few days to think. When I get back, I’m going to have a long, overdue talk with him. I can’t keep playing this game with my heart. if he isn’t where I am, even though it may kill me, I will have to end this with him.

I savor this moment as much as I can. I kiss his jaw, then his neck, stubble scratching my lips in the best way and his clean, spicy scent fills my senses.

“If I didn’t know any better”—I kiss another spot—“I’d say you might care for me a little more than you let on, and I’m okay with you keeping that to yourself.” I climb off him, fix my dress, then pull my thong back on. “As long as you get around to telling me sooner rather than later.”

Nash is wearing a perfect, lopsided grin as he stands and clothes his lower half. He moves toward me and places his hands on my hips, pulling me close.

“Of course I… care for you, CeCe. So fucking much… I—the thought of anything going wrong while you’re across the country alone with that fucker makes me crazy.” He tucks a piece of errant hair behind my ear, tips my chin to him and kisses me on the lips, softly, gently.

“I’m really fucking hung up on you, in case you haven’t noticed. I’m having a hard time living without you, which is why I stalked here like a beast when you didn’t answer me.”

I sigh and grin, his honest words surprising me, but I know just how he feels because I’ve been going out of my mind all damn day.

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