Page 190 of Hate Mates

“Less words, more orgasms.”

With a growl, Nash flipped us, twisting so my back landed on the cushions, and he loomed over me, hunger in his eyes.

“Babe, I’m gonna give you so many orgasms it’ll make your head spin.”

“I’ll be sure to watch your stats closely.”

“See?” Nash laughed, pressing another hot kiss to my lips. “Sassy.”

With that, he moved, heading south, and before I could even register his intent, his mouth was on me again. Hooking a finger in my panties, Nash tugged them out of the way as he started feasting.

There was no stopping the tortured moan that escaped me as Nash’s tongue circled my sensitive clit, tracing it lightly before sucking it between his lips. Hard. Almost against my will, my hips began to move, circling and grinding, chasing his talented mouth when he pulled back, teasing.

I was about to call him on it when he switched tactics, sliding two thick fingers into me, and the full feeling was so intense, my eyes rolled back in my head. Nash worked my body with all the determination of a dedicated athlete, and it wasn’t long before Iwas coming, my fingers tangled in his hair as I bucked against his face.

“First down,” he growled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Time for special teams.”

Before I could ask what that meant, Nash stood, scooping me off the couch and over his shoulder.

“Nash!” I squealed. “Wait! You’ll injure yourself, and I won’t be held responsible if you guys lose tomorrow.”

“Ignoring that,” he muttered, delivering a firm slap to by butt before tossing me on the bed. “Get naked, babe, because I have a lot of pent-up sexual frustration I need to unleash on you tonight.”

“Just tonight?” My words were hesitant as I unzipped my skirt and shimmied it over my hips. I didn’t want to seem desperate, but I hated the idea that this would be a one-time thing. Nash wasn’t wrong when he said there was something between us. I’d just spent far too long fighting it.

“Startingtonight,” he assured me, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a whole strip of condoms. “And for every night after, if you’ll have me.”

I blinked at him, wondering just how serious he was. Because things like that didn’t happen to girls like me. Curvy nerds who had to claw and scrape for every single milestone they achieved didn’t end up with star football players with abs of steel and a killer smile.

But if that were true, then why was Nash Holloway standing before me, naked as the day he was born, staring at me with hope and longing in his eyes?

And why the hell did I like it so much?

Unable to think of anything to say, I simply nodded, loving the way Nash’s smile curved up at my acceptance.

Once he had the condom on, Nash crawled over me, slotting his hips into the cradle of my thighs as he held himself up with one arm.

“Avery.” His voice was soft and full of reverence. “Last chance, baby girl. If you say yes, I’m fixin’ to take this all the way.”

“Well, you’re already in the red zone,” I breathed, rolling my hips against the hard length of his cock, making him groan. “You better finish the drive.”

“Oh, I intend to go...deep.” On the last word, he slid inside me, and I gasped at the delicious stretch.

“Nash,” I wailed, gripping his shoulders as he picked up the pace, snapping his hips rhythmically and creating the most amazing sensations inside me.

“I knew my name would sound amazing coming outta your mouth.” Placing one hand on the headboard, Nash fucked me just as deep as he promised, and when I came for the second time, I did it with his name on my lips.

Three condoms later, we finally reached the point of exhaustion, and Nash pulled me close, one hand on my hip and the other tracking gentle lines up and down my back. The evening had been a surprise, but one I was very happy with. When I finally fell asleep, I drifted off knowing that nothing would ever be the same again.

SIX

Nash

Touchdown.

THE END

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