Page 73 of Nash

I tremble as he slides his free hand between my thighs, pumping two fingers into me while he tongues my throbbing clit. My muscles are shaking, my breaths coming short as everything coils inside me?—

“Nash!” I cry out as I come, my entire body convulsing as my orgasm tears through me. He continues to lick and tease my clit, driving that pleasure into a long, shivering warmth before he gently pulls away.

I’ve barely caught my breath before he’s standing before me, bending down to lift me up against that door, his hard cock teasing my wetness.

“Yes,” I gasp at his silent question, the way he’s teasing me with his thick head, but not going in. “Please, Nash,” I say, clinging to him, my mouth grazing his we’re so close. “Please,” I beg.

He kisses me as he slides inside me, the friction making me shiver as I still ride the highs of what he’d just done to me.

“Like this?” he asks, holding me up, pumping into me with long, confident strokes that have me seeing stars.

“God, yes, just like that.”

He smiles against my mouth, keeping that pace, dragging himself out of me only to slam into me again, every time the connection hits igniting a spark that sends me spiraling.

I tighten my grip around his hips with my thighs, sliding my tongue into his mouth as he fucks me against the door. It’s wild and demanding and fast. Everything I’m feeling in those moments with him.

It’s a promise and a plea.

A making up and tearing apart.

It’s everything.

“Fuck,” he groans as he pumps into me harder, faster, giving in to the demands of his own pleasure. “You feel so damn good.”

“You do,” I say, tangling my fingers into his hair as he winds me up like a tight, white-hot knot ready to snap.

I tighten around him, pulsing and shivering with every delicious stroke he delivers, until I’m so consumed by the oncoming release I can barely see straight.

“I love you,” he says, thrusting into me, holding me so damn tight. “Fucking love you so damn much.”

I tremble, gasping as my release builds like a storm beneath my skin. “I love you,” I say, claiming his mouth before I suck in a sharp breath as he unleashes himself on me. I throw my head back, moaning as my orgasm rips through me, unraveling me in the best possible way.

“Fuck,” Nash groans as he spills into me, his thrusts slowing as he comes.

He leans his forehead against mine, our breaths matched, our chests heaving.

I kiss him again, softer this time. “I love you,” I say again.

“I love you,” he whispers back.

And I swear I’ve never been happier.

“I can't believe we were so close,” Nash says as we make our way into his house, settling on the couch. “We were so fucking close.”

“I know you were,” I say my heart heavy after we lost the Stanley Cup.

It’d been two weeks since the night we finally communicated with each other, and I'd never had better days in my life. But this hurt. Thisstung.

Nash shifts on the couch, laying his head in my lap as he holds me.

I run my fingers through his long hair, hating that I can't magically make this better for him.

“It's going to be okay, though,” he says after a while, shifting a little bit so he can look up at me. “There's always next season,” he says. He pushes off of my lap, sitting next to me and looking at me in a way that makes my heart flutter.

“That's a really good attitude,” I say, smiling at him.

He returns my smile, pushing some of my hair away from my face.

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