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You didn’t have to do that.

Nash

I didn’t have time to make you food and I need to make sure my girl eats.

You’re growing a whole-ass human in your stomach right now, so nutrition is important.

My eyes won’t stop drifting back to those two little words.My girl. After the conversation we had before he left and the things he admitted, it’s hard not to read into it. He could mean so much by it, but in my heart and soul, I know exactly what he means.

I’ve always been his, even if we were too stubborn and blind to see it until now.

Nash Simmons was always the one person I wanted, but when we were younger, it would have never worked out. He went through the typical phase of sleeping around and I ended up dating a guy for the last two years of high school. Nash was traveling for hockey, chasing his dreams while trying to get into a professional league.

I knew I needed to let the thought of him go, even if I hated to do it. I couldn’t hold on to a crush that I didn’t realize was actually reciprocated.

I didn’t want to upset my best friend by having a thing for her brother, so I hid my feelings and locked them away inside,swearing I would never revisit them again. When he started playing professionally, it made things a little easier. At first, I didn’t see him as much and I convinced myself there would never be anything.

Nash had to be seeing other women, so I started to do the same, although none of them ever stuck. None of them ever lasted because they were never him. I decided to spend time alone and spent two years single before I met Chad. That was short-lived and we’ve seen where that situation got me.

If I’m being honest, as much as I feel like we wasted so much time getting to this point, I wouldn’t redo it. If I never met Chad, I wouldn’t be blessed with this little boy who’s going to make me a mom. He’s the biggest blessing life has brought me.

I don’t know the extent of Nash’s dating history and I don’t even care at this point. All that matters is now and the moments we have together. He may not want me tomorrow or next week or next year even, but he wants me now and that’s enough for me.

He’s enough for me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

NASH

“Fuck, I missed you.”

Riley smiles at me, setting her book down as I stand in the doorway staring at her for a moment. Even though I was only gone for two days, I swear it felt like a fucking lifetime. We got back a lot later than anticipated and Riley texted me earlier to tell me she would be in bed reading.

“Come here,” she says, motioning for me to join her on the bed. My feet instantly move without any instruction and I climb onto the mattress, not getting under the covers in my street clothes. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“So am I,” I admit, pulling her into my arms as I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her scent. Riley Harris consumes every single one of my thoughts. When I’m not with her, that’s exactly where I want to be.

She’s my drug of choice and I’m hopelessly addicted.

“I watched your game,” she says softly, her cheek moving against my chest. “It seems like you behaved out there.”

A chuckle escapes me. “Well, if I remember correctly, a certain someone told me that I get rewarded if I behave.” A smirk pulls on my lips and I lift my face to look at hers. “Thenagain, I was promised punishment too, so maybe I should have been a bad boy.”

“Which would you prefer?” she asks, her voice soft as she trails her fingertips along the sides of my biceps and up over my shoulders. “A reward or a punishment?”

“Well, this is a little unexpected,” I tell her, my voice thick with need as my cock instantly starts to grow. My eyes slowly search hers. “You must have really missed me, huh? Or perhaps what you really missed was my cock.”

“You wish.” A ghost of a smile dances across her lips as she sits up. “I have toys to take care of my needs.”

As soon as she says the words, I expect there to be a pink tint dancing across her cheeks, but there is none. There’s not a single look of shyness in her expression. She stands by exactly what she says without any embarrassment.

Not only am I curious as hell, but I’m turned on more than ever with the confidence radiating from her.

“Where are they?” I question her, sitting up with her.

She raises an eyebrow. “Why? Do you want to borrow them?”

She’s so fucking feisty sometimes, I love it.

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