Page 34 of Make Your Play

“Come for me, love,” he murmurs. “Goddamn, I can’t wait to sink my cock deep inside of you. I can’t wait to feel you come apart around my cock.”

I cry out, my pussy tightening around his fingers as he pushes me over the edge. My breath catches in my throat, my orgasm tearing through my body like wildfire spreading along every single nerve.

And then a loud knock on the fucking door rips me from my fantasy.

Holy fucking shit.

My eyes fly open and I move my hand from between my legs, grabbing the sides of the bathtub as I sit up in a rush. “Nash?!” His name comes out in a rush, my voice strained and three octaves higher than normal. “I mean, yes,” I croak out the word, my voice getting stuck in my throat. “What are you doing here?”

“I came back because I forgot my phone and I heard something and wasn’t sure if you were okay or not.” He pauses and the silence is deafening. “Do you need help? What’s going on in there?”

“Nothing,” I tell him in a rush, my voice sounding nervous and off-pitch. My face currently feels like it’s on fire while my pussy is still tingling from my cut-short orgasm. “I mean, I’m taking a bath. I—um—my foot slipped off the side of the tub and I hit it on the faucet.”

What a blatant lie that does not sound convincing at all.

Please kill me now.

There’s another pregnant pause and I resist the urge to sink beneath the surface of the water. “Um… okay,” Nash says slowly, his voice laced with curiosity as it sounds from the other side of the door. “Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

Funny you should ask. If you want to come help me finish that orgasm I was having while fantasizing about you, that would be lovely.

“No, I’m fine,” I insist, the words coming out in a rush. I shake my head at myself as I lean forward to drain the water from the tub, but then I stop instead. “Did you get your phone?”

“I did,” he tells me, his voice trailing off again. “I should probably get to practice before I’m late. I do have my phone now, so if you need anything, let me know.”

“Thanks!” I instantly wince at how weird my voice sounds right now, but try to brush it off and sound normal. “I hope you have a great practice.” I cringe again because I made my voice lower than normal and that just sounded equally unnatural.

“All right…” He falls silent again. “I’ll see you when I get home—I mean, back here, to your home.” He mutters something under his breath. “Okay, bye.”

I hold my breath as I listen to his footsteps, hearing them grow distant before I hear the faint sound of the front door closing. My lungs deflate in an instant, my body relaxing as I sink back down into the water until it reaches my chin.

That was a humiliating experience I never want to live through again. I don’t think I was truly convincing and I know Nash knows something is up, but he doesn’t know what was going on here. He doesn’t know I was in the middle of a goddamn orgasm when he interrupted me.

And so help me God, he will never know.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

NASH

Climbing out of bed, I walk over to my bag on the dresser and pull out a clean shirt and a pair of pants. I’ve been living out of a duffle bag since I’ve been staying with Riley—only going to my house to do my laundry and swap out dirty clothes for clean ones. When I wasn’t able to put weight on my ankle, I was staying on the couch. After that, she moved me into her spare room across the hall from the nursery.

I open my door, stepping through the threshold just as Riley comes out of her room, completely dressed for the day. Normally she doesn’t leave this early for the flower shop, so I’m a little surprised. As I pause in the doorway, lifting my arms to grab the top of the doorframe, a smile lifts my lips as I look at her. “Where are you off to already?”

“I have an appointment with my ob-gyn this morning. It wasn’t supposed to be until closer to lunchtime, but they called as soon as the office opened and asked if I could reschedule.”

“What time do you have to be there?”

Riley pulls her phone out of her back pocket, her finger pressing on the button on the side to unlock her screen. She looks back at me, a smile dancing across her perfect lips. “I have to be there in thirty-five minutes.”

“Give me, like, ten and I’ll drive you.”

Her eyebrows scrunch together. “What? No,” she says with a soft laugh as she shakes her head. “You don’t have to do that, Nash.”

I tilt my head to the side, dropping my arms. “Do you not want me to? I don’t have to come in.”

Her expression softens as her eyes slowly search mine. “You would come in if I wanted you to?”

“Of course I would,” I admit without any hesitation. I went to some of Nova’s appointments with her while she was pregnant with Posey because I didn’t want her to be alone. The same goes for Riley… although the situation is vastly different.

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