Page 33 of Make Your Play

Electricity sparks in the air surrounding us and my heart pounds strong and steady in my chest, the pace a little sped up as my stomach flutters. She’s been under my skin for as long as Ican remember, but she’s worked her way into the crevices of my heart.

I kiss her slowly, tasting and teasing her with my tongue until she’s breathless, moving against me. My cock grows in my pants and I know she can feel it pressing against her, but she doesn’t move away.

We break apart, coming up for air after diving in deep together. Riley’s eyelashes fan across the tops of her cheekbones before they flutter open, instantly finding my gaze. “Thank you,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. “I’m sorry I asked you to do that.”

Lifting my hand from the small of her back, I move it to cup the side of her face, my thumb stroking her chin. “Don’t ever apologize for asking for something you want or need.” My gaze drops down to her lips and back to her eyes. “What if I told you I wanted to do it again?”

A soft breath escapes her. “I wouldn’t stop you.”

My mouth drops back down to hers and I kiss her with a tenderness, a softness, that seeps into my soul. My tongue slides along the seam of her lips and she parts them instantly, letting me in.

Our mouths melt together and I kiss her with an intensity that’s sweet and slow, tender and torturous. I kiss her until there’s no air left in either of our lungs. Until we’re breaking apart, coming up for air once more. Riley’s chest rises and falls in rapid succession, short and shallow ragged breaths escaping her as her bright eyes search mine.

“Can I tell you something, love?”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down as she nods. Her eyebrows lift, a hopefulness washing over her irises.

“You’re not alone.” I pause, my heart pounding harder in my chest. “I’m right here with you.” I let out a soft breath, emotionwashing over me as I get lost in the swirling hues of green in her eyes. “You’ll never be alone.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

RILEY

The hot water in the bathtub sloshes around my body as I submerge myself in the tub. I lower myself until my ass is against the bottom and I lie back against the cushion, tilting my head back as I rest it on the pillow part.

Nash had practice this morning and left a few minutes ago, but he insisted on drawing a bath for me when I told him I wanted to get one before leaving for the flower shop. A smile pulls on my lips as my mind swirls around the thought of him. He’s always been a patient and kind man, but how attentive he is has my stomach flipping over itself.

I know I shouldn’t have asked him to kiss me last night, but I couldn’t help myself. He’s been staying with me for two weeks now and having him this close is driving me insane. It has to be the pregnancy hormones that have been making me feel horny and lonely. I know it’s a line I can’t cross with Nash, but kissing never hurt anyone.

It was probably a terrible idea because if anything, it’s left me wanting more. I need a release, but I can’t ask him for that. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to Nash Simmons. I would be lying if I said I didn’t have the biggest crush on him earlier in life.

But I also know it’s something I can’t pursue. I can’t allow myself the pleasure of feeling him… but that doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about it.

My hand slowly begins to creep down my body, my fingertips dancing across my skin as I make my way between my legs. My heart rate begins to pick up and my stomach does a somersault as I touch myself at the thought of Nash and the things he does to my body. I let my knees fall farther apart, a sigh escaping me as I tip my head back farther, letting my eyelids flutter shut.

The fantasy starts with the thought of Nash walking into the bathroom. His eyes find mine from across the room as he lifts his shirt and pulls it away from his body, dropping it onto the floor while he stalks closer. My eyes roam over the tattoos etched on the skin of his right arm. His hands drop down to his waistband, undoing his pants before pushing them down the length of his muscular thighs.

I’ve accidentally seen Nash naked during our early twenties and I made sure to look away before he noticed me staring at his dick. Something like that, you don’t forget, though. The size of it hanging between his legs. Except this time, he’s rock hard and it’s throbbing as he nears closer to the tub.

“Hey, mama,” he murmurs, his voice husky and filled with need. “You got room for me in there?”

Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I nod, shifting in the tub as the water sloshes and I pull my legs closer. Nash looks at me, a smirk pulling on his lips as he shakes his head and moves along the length of the tub. My eyes follow him, watching as he moves to the side behind me.

His hands are gentle against my shoulders as he pushes me away from the side, inching me forward. His feet push through the water, his legs following suit as he slides in behind me. He pulls my back flush against the front of his body, his cock pressing against my lower back.

“Fuck, Riley,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. His arms wrap around me, his fingers brushing against my breasts as he groans. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” I breathe, nodding my head as I push back against him, letting my knees fall apart. “Touch me, Nash.”

His hands move to cup my breasts, the fullness of them spilling over the sides of his hands. He slowly begins to knead my flesh, moving his fingers to play with my nipples. A moan slips from my lips as I let my head fall back against his shoulder, my eyelids fluttering shut. His mouth drops down to my neck, his lips soft as they move against my skin, tasting and teasing.

One hand abandons my breast, beginning its descent down my body. His fingers move down my stomach, coming around the front of my abdomen before sliding between my legs. The tips of his fingers brush against my clit, sending an electrical current through my body as I move against him. I moan again, this time louder as he drags his tongue along the side of my throat while simultaneously pushing a finger into me.

He moves his hand, slowly pumping his finger in and out of me as he presses the palm of his hand against my clit. The friction and the movement have me planting my feet against the side of the tub, my hips involuntarily bucking as he adds another finger.

“That’s my girl,” he groans, his teeth nipping at the outer shell of my ear as he starts to pump his fingers faster, his palm grinding against my clit. “Your cunt is so tight around my fingers. You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Nash,” I moan, my face screwing up as he applies more pressure with his hand. His fingers hit the right spots inside and I can feel myself clenching around him as my orgasm approaches. Another moan slips from my lips and he plays me with his fingers like a skilled musician.

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