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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

RILEY

T he hot water in the bathtub sloshes around my body as I submerge myself in the tub. I lower myself until my ass is against the bottom and I lie back against the cushion, tilting my head back as I rest it on the pillow part.

Nash had practice this morning and left a few minutes ago, but he insisted on drawing a bath for me when I told him I wanted to get one before leaving for the flower shop. A smile pulls on my lips as my mind swirls around the thought of him. He’s always been a patient and kind man, but how attentive he is has my stomach flipping over itself.

I know I shouldn’t have asked him to kiss me last night, but I couldn’t help myself. He’s been staying with me for two weeks now and having him this close is driving me insane. It has to be the pregnancy hormones that have been making me feel horny and lonely. I know it’s a line I can’t cross with Nash, but kissing never hurt anyone.

It was probably a terrible idea because if anything, it’s left me wanting more. I need a release, but I can’t ask him for that. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to Nash Simmons. I would be lying if I said I didn’t have the biggest crush on him earlier in life.

But I also know it’s something I can’t pursue. I can’t allow myself the pleasure of feeling him… but that doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about it.

My hand slowly begins to creep down my body, my fingertips dancing across my skin as I make my way between my legs. My heart rate begins to pick up and my stomach does a somersault as I touch myself at the thought of Nash and the things he does to my body. I let my knees fall farther apart, a sigh escaping me as I tip my head back farther, letting my eyelids flutter shut.

The fantasy starts with the thought of Nash walking into the bathroom. His eyes find mine from across the room as he lifts his shirt and pulls it away from his body, dropping it onto the floor while he stalks closer. My eyes roam over the tattoos etched on the skin of his right arm. His hands drop down to his waistband, undoing his pants before pushing them down the length of his muscular thighs.

I’ve accidentally seen Nash naked during our early twenties and I made sure to look away before he noticed me staring at his dick. Something like that, you don’t forget, though. The size of it hanging between his legs. Except this time, he’s rock hard and it’s throbbing as he nears closer to the tub.

“Hey, mama,” he murmurs, his voice husky and filled with need. “You got room for me in there?”

Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I nod, shifting in the tub as the water sloshes and I pull my legs closer. Nash looks at me, a smirk pulling on his lips as he shakes his head and moves along the length of the tub. My eyes follow him, watching as he moves to the side behind me.

His hands are gentle against my shoulders as he pushes me away from the side, inching me forward. His feet push through the water, his legs following suit as he slides in behind me. He pulls my back flush against the front of his body, his cock pressing against my lower back.

“Fuck, Riley,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. His arms wrap around me, his fingers brushing against my breasts as he groans. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” I breathe, nodding my head as I push back against him, letting my knees fall apart. “Touch me, Nash.”

His hands move to cup my breasts, the fullness of them spilling over the sides of his hands. He slowly begins to knead my flesh, moving his fingers to play with my nipples. A moan slips from my lips as I let my head fall back against his shoulder, my eyelids fluttering shut. His mouth drops down to my neck, his lips soft as they move against my skin, tasting and teasing.

One hand abandons my breast, beginning its descent down my body. His fingers move down my stomach, coming around the front of my abdomen before sliding between my legs. The tips of his fingers brush against my clit, sending an electrical current through my body as I move against him. I moan again, this time louder as he drags his tongue along the side of my throat while simultaneously pushing a finger into me.

He moves his hand, slowly pumping his finger in and out of me as he presses the palm of his hand against my clit. The friction and the movement have me planting my feet against the side of the tub, my hips involuntarily bucking as he adds another finger.

“That’s my girl,” he groans, his teeth nipping at the outer shell of my ear as he starts to pump his fingers faster, his palm grinding against my clit. “Your cunt is so tight around my fingers. You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Nash,” I moan, my face screwing up as he applies more pressure with his hand. His fingers hit the right spots inside and I can feel myself clenching around him as my orgasm approaches. Another moan slips from my lips and he plays me with his fingers like a skilled musician.

“Come for me, love,” he murmurs. “Goddamn, I can’t wait to sink my cock deep inside of you. I can’t wait to feel you come apart around my cock.”

I cry out, my pussy tightening around his fingers as he pushes me over the edge. My breath catches in my throat, my orgasm tearing through my body like wildfire spreading along every single nerve.

And then a loud knock on the fucking door rips me from my fantasy.

Holy fucking shit.

My eyes fly open and I move my hand from between my legs, grabbing the sides of the bathtub as I sit up in a rush. “Nash?!” His name comes out in a rush, my voice strained and three octaves higher than normal. “I mean, yes,” I croak out the word, my voice getting stuck in my throat. “What are you doing here?”

“I came back because I forgot my phone and I heard something and wasn’t sure if you were okay or not.” He pauses and the silence is deafening. “Do you need help? What’s going on in there?”

“Nothing,” I tell him in a rush, my voice sounding nervous and off-pitch. My face currently feels like it’s on fire while my pussy is still tingling from my cut-short orgasm. “I mean, I’m taking a bath. I—um—my foot slipped off the side of the tub and I hit it on the faucet.”

What a blatant lie that does not sound convincing at all.

Please kill me now.

There’s another pregnant pause and I resist the urge to sink beneath the surface of the water. “Um… okay,” Nash says slowly, his voice laced with curiosity as it sounds from the other side of the door. “Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

Funny you should ask. If you want to come help me finish that orgasm I was having while fantasizing about you, that would be lovely.

“No, I’m fine,” I insist, the words coming out in a rush. I shake my head at myself as I lean forward to drain the water from the tub, but then I stop instead. “Did you get your phone?”

“I did,” he tells me, his voice trailing off again. “I should probably get to practice before I’m late. I do have my phone now, so if you need anything, let me know.”

“Thanks!” I instantly wince at how weird my voice sounds right now, but try to brush it off and sound normal. “I hope you have a great practice.” I cringe again because I made my voice lower than normal and that just sounded equally unnatural.

“All right…” He falls silent again. “I’ll see you when I get home—I mean, back here, to your home.” He mutters something under his breath. “Okay, bye.”

I hold my breath as I listen to his footsteps, hearing them grow distant before I hear the faint sound of the front door closing. My lungs deflate in an instant, my body relaxing as I sink back down into the water until it reaches my chin.

That was a humiliating experience I never want to live through again. I don’t think I was truly convincing and I know Nash knows something is up, but he doesn’t know what was going on here. He doesn’t know I was in the middle of a goddamn orgasm when he interrupted me.

And so help me God, he will never know.