Page 52 of Somewhere Only We Know (Healing in Cincy #4)

JAX

LATE MARCH

N ate’s alarm goes off and I groan into my pillow. I hear the smack of his hand against the alarm clock, yes my husband prefers that over using his phone, meaning that we have about fifteen minutes until the next alarm sounds.

Today is the home opener after the first ten games were on the road and it’s like we’re hopped up on life.

His mom and Kayla flew in last night and are staying at Nate’s house.

I offered to let them stay here, but they both insisted that Nate’s house was perfect.

Since visiting there in January, things have vastly shifted.

I now talk with Kayla and Nora, Nate’s mom, once a week.

Nate snakes his arms around me and pulls me closer. I love my husband more than life. But he’s a hot sleeper.

“You’re hot,” I grumble.

“I know,” he says against my neck and I can’t ignore his erection pressing against me from behind.

Nate isn’t a superstitious guy. So sex is always on the table. I think we’re both of the understanding that we’re making up for the time we lost.

“You have a big head. ”

He grinds his hips into me. “I know.”

I snort. “Use your words, Natey.”

“I wanna fuck you so hard like this.” He says and slips my sleep shorts down.

“Fill your pussy with my cum.” I feel his bare skin against mine and whimper as he pulls my leg over his, opening me up.

“And then I want to take it slow until your legs are quivering and every time you walk, your pussy throbs remembering how hard I took you.” He says and thrusts inside me on one stroke.

I gasp and my head falls back on his shoulder as he kisses along my jaw. The sound of our arousal and heavy pants as the bed rocks, heightens my need for him.

“Nate.” I pant when he holds my leg up and pulses in and out of me with small strokes.

“Every time,” he pants. “You feel like heaven every time.”

I clench around him and his grip on me tightens. “Harder.”

Nate opens me wider as his thrusts become unrelenting.

Each slap of his hips against mine pulls a gasp out of me.

Each slap of his hips against mine sends my heart rate rocketing.

I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming out.

My hands grip at the sheets, claw at him, as he sucks on my neck and hammers into me.

“Are you gonna come on my cock, baby?” Nate grunts out. His arm slides between me and the bed and his fingers find my nipple. Pinching and tugging, urging me to find my release. “Come on Jax. Give me one.”

Nate’s hand moves to my clit and pinches.

My breath is stolen from me when my orgasm slams into me.

Over and over. My climax pulls me under, threatening to drown me.

Nate drops my leg and rolls me over to my stomach.

He kisses along my body and climbs over me with his legs on either side of my waist. My orgasm is still moving through me and he pushes his cock back inside of me.

I moan as the fullness from this position is enough to bring tears to my eyes.

Nate ruts into me and hits that spot that has my mouth open in a soundless cry.

I can do nothing but lay here and feel everything.

My clit rubs against the sheets on every thrust and I clench around him as I feel another orgasm climbing.

“Fuck, Bee.” Nate groans as his strokes get more punishing before he stops and turns me so I’m laying on my back and he thrusts back in, burying his face in the crook of my neck and rocking into me.

This time it’s slow. Our skin glides against each other and he lays kisses on my neck.

On every stroke his pubic bone rubs against my clit and I clench around him as my final orgasm rolls over me.

Nate grunts before I feel his release fill me.

He continues his languid strokes and the sound of our mixed release causes a little tremor to roll through me.

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.