Page 89 of Holding The Reins

I settle into the reality that I just made love to Cecilia Ashby and I’ve never felt more whole than I do right now.

“So if you have two more, we can actually hold a game. We have so many volunteers to play you guys. You have to take it easy on them, let them get some goals. Maybe we can have Damien Smith take the net for the Townies just to give you guys more of a challenge,” I say, mentioning the Chicago Blackhawks retired goalie volunteering to play in our festival game. “And we’ll toss Dan McKully from the hardware store in net for the Pros.”

“I like it,” Nash says from behind me into my ear as he pulls the lobe into his mouth.

My head is resting on his chest and his large powerful arms encompass me in the bubbly water. The moment his lips connect, my nipples go rigid and he notices immediately, pinching one as I yelp. We’re in his swimming pool of a bathtub talking strategy for the fast approaching Sundown Festival. Nash just got an email from another ex-teammate confirming he can make the festival and that means we almost have what we need numbers-wise for a charity game.

“We can run it at night. Say seven o’clock, when the day is done. We still have lots of time. If we get it out on the social media blitz right away, and to local radio stations, we can sell it out. Oh, and get all the guys to post it to their socials,” I say.

He wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my cheek.

“If anyone can come up with a winning marketing strategy for this, it’s you. I have no doubt. I’ll do whatever you need,” he says as he traces hearts into bubbles over my skin.

“Stop buttering me up just to use my body for your pleasure,” I giggle as he dots my shoulders with kisses.

“Are you going to come and watch me play?” he asks. “Like old times?”

“Sure, should I get an official Nash Carter jersey?”

He groans in my ear. “Fuck, yes.”

“You just got me clean,” I say as I feel his cock harden against me.

“Yeah, but then you said you were going to put on my number, and I can’t think of anything fucking sexier than that.”

I move away from him and slide over to the other side of the tub. It truly is a tub made for two.

“That’s all it takes? Just pop the number ten on my back and you’re good to go?”

He comes at me like he’s hunting me and perches over me. Water laps around us in tiny little waves.

“Nah Rae, you just have to exist and I just have to be conscious. It’s just the way it is. I’ve come to terms with it.”

I giggle again as he kisses me, slow and deep on the mouth, and our whole cycle of pleasure starts again.

Mama

I can’t help but notice your car has been parked beside Stardust since Friday but I haven’t seen you.

I hope that means your piss poor excuse of hanging out with Ginger is a lie and you’re with a nice man. Also, I’m coming to Sangria Sunday with you girls tonight. Save a spot at your table for me and Sandy.

Mama, I was with Ginger on Friday. I’m with Nash right now working on the festival. See you soon.

Mama

Seems normal, working on a Sunday. See you soon.

I roll over and face Nash in his bed. It’s noon on Sunday and we’ve yet to get up, other than to make pancakes and coffee. I’ve decided trading between sex and food is pretty much a perfect existence. I’ve been naked essentially since last night and so has he. I flip through Netflix searching for another rom-com to torture him with as my phone buzzes again.

“She doesn’t believe you.” Nash smirks

“It’s not a lie, we have been working,” I say.

“I suppose, among other things.” His nose trails my shoulder and covers me in goosebumps as both our phones buzz simultaneously. Nash groans and rolls over as do I.

Wade

Everyone should come to the big house in an hour. I have an announcement. It won’t take long.

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