Page 95 of Somewhere Only We Know
Nate stays buried inside of me and rolls us to the side. My head drops onto his shoulder while his hips continue to move in a lazy motion. I love the feel of him inside of me. Nate lets his cock soften and he continues to kiss up and down my neck.
“I like waking up like this.” I tell him when I can finally catch my breath. I curl my hand around his neck and run my fingers in small circular movements.
“Me too.” He says and the alarm goes off again making me jump and him grunt. “That’s a record.”
I mourn the loss of him when he slips out of me to turn the noise off.
“Come shower with me.” He tells me and whips the covers off.
“I was gonna wash my hair,” I whine.
“That’s not going to stop me.” Nate says and pulls me towards him and carries me bridal style into the bathroom. He uses his foot to lift the toilet seat and sets me down. We’re long past modesty in our marriage and Nate cares about my health just as much as I care about his. Once I’m done taking care of business, I take off my pajama top and join him in the shower.
My mouth pools with saliva as I watch water from both shower heads slide down his dark ochre brown skin that’s decorated with tattoos. I’ll never get over seeing the art that he’s covered himself in. Every day I look at him feels like I’m seeing him for the first time and I get that fluttery feeling in my stomach like it’s our first kiss, first touch, and first time. Nate takes care of me in a way I never dreamed a man could.
“Are you excited for the game?” I ask as I wrap my arms around his waist.
Nate turns in my arms and moves me under the stream of water. “Yeah. First home game of the season. What’s not to be excited about? Plus I’ll have my wife and family in the stands.”
I smile as he grabs my shampoo from its spot and begins working the product into my scalp. “You like saying that.”
“Love, Bee. I love calling you my wife so much.” He says and tips my head back to wash the suds out of my curls. “I like being sweet with you and if my calling you my wife gets that look from you, I’ll continue saying it until we’re old and gray.”
“How do you know we’ll be gray?” I tease.
“Hmm,” he hums thoughtfully and rings out my hair before putting conditioner in and raking it through with his sure fingers. “Because I know that you would never do anything to ruin your hair. And if that means letting the gray decorate your hair like glitter, then so be it.”
“It’s weird how well you know me,” I say with amazement as he makes sure all of the conditioner is out before pulling it in a clip and stepping back.
His eyebrows quirk up and then relax before he’s tapping at his temple. “I have everything stored up here in my Jax library.”
“You’ll have to tell me what else you have stored in there.”
“Never.” Nate says and kisses me on the tip of my nose. “Now finish up so we can go eat.”
I finish my shower with a smile on my face. And an even bigger one as I watch Nate wash his body. The arms that hold me whenever he can flex with each move of the loofa across his body. Those legs that carry him home to me are strong with muscles that make him desired here and on the field. Every day I fall head over heels in love with my husband for the little things he does. Not for the grand gestures. But the little things. Like washing my hair or picking up a toy for Sully because he decided she needs a new one.
Every day, Nathan Holloway proves why he and I are meant to be.
41
NATE
JUNE
“Excited for tomorrow?” Bryce asks as we’re warming up for the game.
We have a series in Philly this week and knowing that we were playing in Jax’s hometown, I knew I wanted to kick my plan into overdrive. Chance, Bryce, and I have the third game off and with a lot of convincing from the front office and our general manager, we’re able to surprise my wife.
“Definitely. I also have something for you.”
“Me?” He asks, confused.
Bryce and I have been hanging out more. I’ve gotten to know him on a deeper level than him being my goofy teammate that I’ve been playing with for the last six seasons. He’s still goofy, but get him talking about world issues and he will go on a tangent. And don’t get him started on romance books.
“Mm hmm. You won’t know what it is until tomorrow though.”
His face scrunches up under his hat. “Has anyone ever called you a tease?”
