Page 56 of Holding The Reins

“Nash… come inside me, baby,” she whimpers and I fall apart with her, spilling into her with a force that attempts to tear me apart.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter into her neck as my cock still jerks inside her.

Moments pass like this; I have no idea how many, the only sound is our breath.

CeCe kisses me on my lips as she comes down and I feel it. It’s a kiss that says she wants me and goodbye all at the same time.

We stay like this for a few moments and just breathe each other in.

I lift CeCe off of me and lie her down on the bed. We both huff out a breath as I pull myself from her.

I’m not sure what to do now. That’s it. I know it. She said one night. She’s just coming out of something heavy with Andrew. Not to mention, her brothers will probably try to beat the shit out of me like a WWE tag team for this. I get up and put my boxers on, heading to the bathroom in silence to grab a warm cloth to clean CeCe with.

“Your coffee is cold,” I say awkwardly when she’s clean. “I’ll make a new one.”

She smiles at me and nods as I venture out to the kitchen with the lukewarm brew that I set down earlier.

I figure out the coffee maker a lot quicker this time and I’m waiting for the coffee to finish as CeCe ventures out into the small kitchen in the morning light.

“Your back, your arms,” she gasps. “I’m so sorry.”

I look at my shoulders and run a hand over my back. I grin. She scratched the shit out of me. It looks like I’ve been attacked by a mountain lion. I smile wide and look at her with one eyebrow raised. Is she joking?

“Darlin’, this is the proof of how hard I made you come. I’ll take the scars. They’re worth it,” I say while I pour our coffees.

CeCe blushes as she takes a mug from me.

She is wearing her little silk pajama shorts and a worn, oversized Dallas Stars hoodie.

“Nice,” I say, chuckling at the choice.

“I felt it was only fitting, and you haven’t seen the best part.” She smiles and takes her coffee to the table, hiking a thumb to her back. CARTER 10.

I drop to the chair across from her to absorb the way she looks with my name and number on her back. Damn, she looks like mine.

I clear my throat. “When… uh… did you buy that? Were you a secret fan and I never knew?” I joke to keep it light as my heart beats rapidly in my chest.

“I bought it just after you got drafted,” she says. “It’s actually my age old favorite hoodie, if you must know. And yes, I’ve always been your fan, Nash. I’ve watched as many of your games as I could.”

I sip my coffee in silence and stare at her across the table.

“This isn’t going to be weird now is it?” CeCe asks. “This is really good by the way.” She holds her coffee up.

“I almost felt like I needed to go back to university to learn how to make coffee with that thing.”

She laughs a clear, full laugh. It’s fucking beautiful. I reach across the table and touch her hand. The electricity between us is still fiercely undeniable.

“It’s not going to be weird. Not on my part. I promise. You’re the same CeCe and I’m the same Nash.”

“We’re both adults. We’ve been spending a lot of time together. Maybe it was inevitable. A phase we had to go through.” She’s not looking at me as she rambles, and I’m not sure if she’s asking me if this is how I feel or if she’s convincing herself.

I speak to try to make her feel better. “I don’t want to take anything from you that you don’t have to give. This is complicated. Your brothers trust me to look out for you and protect you—”

“Not ruin me for life with mind blowing sex?” She laughs. “I get it.”

I nod. My ego loves that I’ve ruined her for anyone else—and her words are my sentiments exactly. I can’t imagine any other woman comparing to last night or this morning.

“I do have one question now that all this has happened and I think we’re at the point where we shouldn’t have to hide anything from each other,” she says.

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