Page 127 of Shattering Nash

He cocked his brow, his lips twitched, and he gave a small nod.

Shit!“It doesn’t matter.” She leaned closer for a kiss, but Nash turned his head slightly, denying her.

“Tell me.” His voice was rough and demanding.

“We had sex in the shower.”

The rumbling of his chest vibrated against hers. “What position?”

She gulped. “From behind.”

She caught the spark in his eyes. “Tell me more.”

Her face heated, and her heart pounded. It was one thing to have a fantasy in the privacy of her own thoughts. But another to express it. Nash obviously grew impatient with her resistance, and he loosened his grip, forcing her to drop her feet to the shower floor. He backed her up, and the water sprayed over her head. He kissed her again, but this was different. There was an urgency, or maybe it was passion. His tongue tangled with hers,his hands moving over her body and sliding up to her hips. She was so lost in the kiss, she gasped when his grip tightened, and he spun her around quickly.

Instinctively, she raised her hands, spreading her palms over the tile wall. His chest was flat to her back, and his lips skimmed over her shoulder and up her neck until his mouth caressed over her earlobe.

“Like this?” Nash growled, and his hands moved over her stomach and up her chest, cupping her breasts. His thumbs slid over her nipples, teasing her, and she moaned, sinking deeper into the wall.

His hand dropped down to her thigh, and he lifted her leg, planting her foot on the bench and leaving her spread open. This hadn’t been part of her fantasy, but she was keeping her lips sealed. His cock slid inside her. Charley ground her teeth, dropping her head back into the crook of his neck with the water pelting over her body. It was better than any fantasy she could’ve dreamt up.

Her nails scraped over the tile as he pounded inside her. Nash gripped her shoulder in a tight hold, sliding his free hand up her back and into her hair. His fingers scraped over her scalp then twisted, grasping a chunk of her hair and pulling. Her head fell back, and she moaned.

“Fuck, Nash.”

He thrusted inside her, grunting. His strokes were long and fast, hitting in all the right spots. The small bite to her scalp from his tight grip only intensified every stroke. Her skin tingled, and her muscles tightened, and she felt her orgasm coming on like a freight train at full speed. She sucked in a breath, and Nash twisted her hair, forcing her to turn her head. His lips came over hers hard, stealing her breath.

She moaned inside his mouth as she came. He was only seconds behind her. He ripped his mouth from hers andslammed into her pussy, groaning so loud it echoed off the walls until there was only silence. Her breath was heavy, and as his grip loosened, she dropped her forehead to the tile.

His lips trailed over her neck. “So fucking perfect.”

Yes, we are.

****

This was the last place he’d ever thought he’d be. Nash hadn’t made any plans on his solo ride other than heading up north where the roads weren’t congested and the scenery was tranquil. He’d intended to take Charley, but with her schedule, he hadn’t found the time.

Nash had been riding for over an hour and found himself on a familiar road. Much like most towns in the area, there were miles of open land, not a huge population, and they weren’t friendly to many outsiders. It was on the outskirts of Killcreek, about ten miles south. As he came up on the turn, the beat-up sign for the local bar and strip club came into view. He’d heard of it in passing and knew it was frequented by the MC. He slowed down as he passed, glancing over at the parking lot. There were three bikes lined up, the green standing out among the two black and chrome.

Nash made a left into the second entrance and parked on the side of the building. He got off the bike, removing his helmet and hooking the strap over the handle. He drove his hand threw his hair, dusting off his jeans as he entered the bar.Dive bar.There were only a few in Lawry and none he’d ever visited. Nash had come to enjoy the finer things, including expensive restaurants. Still, he could see the appeal.

He stopped just outside the door, scanning the open area. There was a large wraparound bar to the right with seating on both sides. A dartboard and pool table sat in the rear with a small stage opposite of the front door. The odor wasa combination of stale cigarettes, beer, and a flowery scent.Women’s perfume?

“Well, what the fuck do we have here?”

Nash turned to the table in the corner on the left. Cross lifted his beer, taking a sip and eyeing Nash over the rim. He was seated between Ace and Wraith. The VP and enforcer seemed surprised to see him. The president didn’t. The corner of Ace’s mouth curled, and he lifted his chin to the open seat at their table.

Nash made his way through the bar, glancing over his shoulder at the bartender. His gaze watched his every move, laced in suspicion. It made sense. While Nash was dressed casual in jeans and a T-shirt, his vibe screamed outsider. Possiblycopto the locals. The thought had him smiling as he pulled out the chair and sat.

“Far from home, brother.” Ace cocked his brow. “Want to see how the other half lives?”

Nash scoffed. “I know how the other half lives.”

It may have been long past him, but Nash wouldn’t forget where he came from and what he’d done to get out.

Cross lifted his hand. “Need another beer.” He looked over at Nash. “You ain’t gonna get that top shelf bullshit you’re used to here, brother.”

“Believe it or not, Cross, on occasion I do enjoy a beer.”