Page 30 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
I nod. We fall quiet for a little bit. I probably shouldn’t have brought up Brian. My brother is definitely a sore spot between us.
“Let me show you something,” Nash says, motioning with his head towards a couple of doors.
“Okay.”
I wonder what’s back there? He said he didn’t have a red room, so it can’t be that, but the mystery has me buzzing.
We get to one of the doors, and Nash pushes it open. It takes us to a staircase, and after climbing it, we open the door and find ourselves outside, but yet also inside. We’re in a thin hallway that has a ceiling and walls made of glass. Outside is a magnificent greenhouse, with lots of plants and a few benches. I want to keep looking, but Nash doesn’t stop moving until he gets to another door. Opening it, we enter a second room, revealing an indoor bowling lane. It’s not as big as the ones from the outside world, but the fact that there’s a bowling lane in his house is wild.
“You have a private bowling alley!” I exclaim. Without thinking, I go inside to check it out and walk onto one of the lanes. Since I’m not wearing the proper shoes, I start to slip. “Oh no!”
My arms flail as I try to catch myself, but then I feel Nash’s strong arms under my breasts, righting me. He walks me off of the slippery part of the floor before letting go.
“Thanks,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. There’s a fire behind the blue gaze, like the one I saw the first night we met. My heart pounds, and I wonder if something similar will happen tonight.Of coursesomething similar will happen tonight, I remind myself. That’s why I’m here. But Nash doesn’t act on his attraction immediately.
“Bowling shoes are back there,” he motions with his head. I turn to where he’s indicating and see cubbies in the wall with various shoes stuck in them.
“Okay. I’ll be more careful next time. I promise.”
But he doesn’t give me a chance to head for the cubbies.
“Come on. There’s something else I want to show you.” This time, Nash takes my hand and leads me out of the bowling room and into another hallway like the last one. When he opens the door at the end of hall and switches on the light, it reveals a mini movie theater.
I’m so excited, I walk forward, letting go of Nash’s hand. I push down one of the seats and then plop my butt in it.
“A whole movie theater? This is all yours?”
“Mm-hm. You can watch whatever you want, whenever you want. I can show you how to use it later.” I think Nash is hinting he wants to go back to the entertainment center, so I get up and follow him back to the house and into the basement. His home is architecturally amazing. This must have taken a fortune to build and furnish.
I wonder if I should ask him about his money, or if that’s too sensitive. He doesn’t really talk about it; he just shows me the stuff he has. But it’s more than clear to me that the alpha male is wealthy beyond my wildest dreams.
Nash hands me a pool cue before racking up the balls.
“You’ve played before?” he asks.
“A little bit, but I’m no expert,” I say.
“But you know the rules.”
“Yeah, kind of,” I nod. “I’m sure if we just start, it will all come back to me.” He removes the rack and takes the first shot, breaking the triangle of billiard balls. They scatter on the table, taking their positions.
“I’ll be stripes,” Nash says and pockets one expertly.
“Oh, so you’re good at this?”
“Maybe,” he grins. Oh no. I know I’m about to get decimated. I always do my best, but I’ve only ever played to pass the time, and these days, I rarely have a second of free time.
I look for a ball that will hopefully be easy to pocket, getting into position. I lean over, lining up my cue with the white billiard. I do the thing where people move the cue back and forth to test the shot. I don’t feel very confident, but I’m about to take it anyway, until Nash’s arms circle me.
“You want to get a better stance,” he growls into my ear. He adjusts my arms, pressing on my back so I change my position. His leg is between mine, pushing up my dress slightly. “How does that feel?” he whispers hotly into my ear.
“Good,” I breathe. “It feels good.” The stubble on his face rubs along my cheek. His warm breath tickles my skin. I want to touch him so badly, but he has me in a stern hold.
“We line up the shot,” he instructs. “And when you feel ready, take it.” With his guidance, I hit the white billiard. He presses his pelvis into me as my cue strikes the orb. His erection touches my ass as we watch the ball roll into the pocket. All I can think about is having him inside me, not caring what happens with my shot.
If this table exploded right now, it wouldn’t faze me. I’d just be preoccupied with Nash and how to keep his delicious body on top of mine.
Once it’s pocketed, Nash levers his huge frame off of me, and I stand up straight.
