Page 109 of Twisted Truths
“Fuck, Hadley,” Nash curses on a groan, pulling me down for another soul-shattering kiss as he thrusts into me. “I was going to spend time worshipping your body.”
“Nash…” I murmur against his lips, my stomach tensing with another orgasm. “Mmm… Please don’t stop.”
His expert fingers find my clit, and he guides me through my second release.
“So responsive,” he says, nipping at the sensitive skin below my ear.
I shudder at his praise, working hard to regulate my breathing as a feeling of pure ecstasy continues to ripple through me in little aftershocks. It’s like a tidal wave trapping me in a riptide I never want to leave.
As they subside, Nash flips us, burying his head in the crook of my neck as he thrusts a few more times before pulling out. His warm release coats my stomach.
My hands tangle in his curls as he peppers little kisses along my collarbone and jaw until he reaches my mouth, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss. Nash makes me feel like the most desired woman, and I’m falling for him more every day.
Sitting up, he removes his shirt and cleans me up.
“Sorry,” he says, his eyes roaming over my body. “I don’t want you to think?—”
I press my finger to his lips. “Don’t you dare apologise, Nash.”
“I should have—” he mumbles, but I shake my head.
“Stop. Overthinking. This,” I tell him, punctuating each word with a kiss to each cheek, finishing with his mouth. “I wanted it. I wanted you.”
He kisses me deeply, but the moment he pulls away, he sighs.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t like this whole plan,” he admits, a small crease appearing on his brow. “I don’t want to put you in danger.”
“I’m stronger than I look,” I tease, but his frown only deepens.
“It’s not about strength. It’s about what these people do to anyone who gets in their way. Zara and my family are already dead I couldn’t bear it if they took you from me as well.”
“Our plan is foolproof,” I assure him, brushing his curls back off his face. “Everyone will be distracted by the ceremony, and Gabriel will keep them there while we get in and out.”
“Nothing’s ever that simple, little possum.”
“I’m not staying behind, Nash.”
“I know,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose. “It doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
The sound of a car pulling up in the driveway stops me from pushing the matter further, and I get to my feet, offering my hand to Nash. He takes it, and once he’s on his feet, rushes to pull his sweatpants back on. The last thing we want is Gabriel walking in on us again. I’m still mortified from the last time. Nash’s shirt is dirty from cleaning us both up, so he wads it up in his hand.
“I hope Gabriel knows what he’s doing getting his brother involved,” Nash mutters under his breath as we leave the gym, but to our surprise it isn’t Gabriel in the driveway.
“What are you doing here?”
The older man I saw Nash arguing with at the funeral stands by his car, hands behind his back as he looks at the house.
His dad.
He turns at Nash’s outburst, smirking when he spots us and our state of undress. Mr Stone’s honeyed gaze drops to mylegs, and I tug on the hem of Nash’s shirt, stepping behind him for some semblance of modesty.
“You’re not welcome here,” Nash snaps, putting his arm out to keep me shielded.
His father notices the movement, and his smirk widens. “Burying your grief really deep there, son.”
“I’m not your son,” he snaps. “Get the fuck off my property, Dalton.”
