Sassy Christmas (Storm MC 4.50)

re ready to explode. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride as he slammed into me over and over. The sound of his grunts as he chased his orgasm turned me on the most; so raw and all Nash.

As I reached my climax, I dug my fingers into his back and cried out his name. He never failed to give me an amazing orgasm and today was no different. I clung to him as the pleasure consumed me.

He came a moment later and as his release shattered through him, he stilled and clung to me, too. It was always in those few moments, while we held onto each other, that I felt the closest to him - like we were one. In those moments, I felt like nothing could ever come between us.

“I love you,” he murmured when he lifted his head to look into my eyes.

Smiling, I placed my hand on his cheek, and said, “I love you, too. Even if you are a sneaky bastard.”

Chuckling, he let me down. “Some situations call for desperate measures.”

Shaking my head and laughing at him, I said, “Plastic wrap is pretty desperate, baby.”

He raised his brows. “That shit was hot. I’ll never look at plastic wrap the same.”

I bent to retrieve my clothes off the floor. “I’m gonna have a shower. Do you have to go back to work or do I get to keep you for longer?”

“Scott’s gonna text me when he needs me, so you’re stuck with me for a while.”

Grinning, I said, “I like being stuck with you.”

He slapped my ass. “Go turn on the shower; I’ll be there in a minute.” As I turned to leave, he called out, “And Velvet?”

I looked back at him. “Yeah?”

His eyes flashed desire again. “Get those lips ready, baby. My cock needs them.”

I loved how much my man needed me.

* * *

An hour later, we were finished in the shower, and Nash still hadn’t left to go back to work. While he’d taken a phone call, I’d curled up on the couch ready to watch some TV. He’d exhausted me with two rounds of sex, and I needed some time to recover.

“There you are,” he said, entering the living room. He sat next to me and lifted my legs onto his lap.

“Everything okay?” I asked, sleepily.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his gaze focused on mine. It seemed like he was going to say something else, but he didn’t.

“I think I’m going to have to take a nap,” I admitted. “You’ve worn me out.”

He began massaging my legs, and it felt so damn good and relaxing. My mind drifted off, almost asleep, when he said, “Is there something worrying you, sweet thing?”

My eyes snapped open. “Why?”

“You seem distracted, lately. I can’t put my finger on it, but it feels like you’ve got something going on in your mind that you’re not talking to me about. I know I’ve been caught up with club business, but I want you to talk to me about your stuff. I don’t want you to feel like I’m not interested or don’t have the time for that.”

I watched him for a moment, apprehension about having this conversation filling me. “I’m okay,” I said softly, deciding now was not the time to bring up my worries.

Concern etched his face. “I don’t believe you. You’re gonna have to give me something here, Velvet.”

Shit, he wasn’t going to let this go. Taking a deep breath, I admitted, “I’ve been thinking about my miscarriages a lot lately. With everything Harlow is going through it’s playing on my mind, and I can’t stop the thoughts.”

“What exactly are you thinking?” His hands kept massaging my legs and I desperately didn’t want to ruin this moment by opening up to him.

“Nothing really.” When he raised his brows at me as if to say, I still don’t believe you, I added, “It’s hard, that’s all. I hate being sad about it, but I don’t think that will ever go away.” I felt so bad even saying that to him, knowing what he’d lost in his life.

His hands stopped moving over my skin while he gave me his full attention. “Baby, why won’t you talk to me?”