“Oh, yeah?”
He grinned, too fuckin’ handsome for me to cope with. “Just do it.”
All right then. I rolled over, showing Nash my ruined back without even thinking about it—a state of mind that had got me in trouble with Logan over the summer. New scars that should’ve meant new lies, except I hadn’t had it in me, so I’d given him some semblance of the truth.
“I used to be in trouble, but it’s over now, cos Nash and Orla saved me.”
As if he hadn’t known that already. Sometimes it was so hard to look in my twin’s eyes and see how deeply he knew how close he’d come to fuckin’ losing me.
Nash slid his life-hardened palms down my back, following the map he likely knew better than me, by sight, anyway. I didn’t look at myself much—never had, even before I’d become a mess of scars and pain.
He found a tender spot, grumpy muscle that didn’t appreciate the twisted flesh sitting above it. His magic thumbs released the tension, and my answering groan reverberated through the bed.
Nash chuckled. “I like that sound.”
“Then do that shit again.”
He obliged and worked a minor miracle on my aching body, tapping into parts of me I hadn’t even known were hurting. I became one with the mattress, slipping into a trance that only petered out as the sensation of Nash’s weight on me eclipsed all pain, his thighs gripping my waist, battered leg the strongest it had been since the accident.
Nash didn’t top much, it wasn’t what he needed from me, and I was versatile enough that I had nothing to complain about.
The rare times we did switch it up, though... I was hard just thinking about it,picturingit, and my next groan was something else. Something deeper, and Nash didn’t miss his cue.
He rolled me over again, cos he knew how much I loved watching him fuck. The way his body moved, that earnest stare as he studied every nuance of me, of Orla, always learning. Always striving to be better when he was already fuckin’ perfect.
His cock breached me. My eyes fluttered closed. “Fuck.”
Nash snatched a breathless laugh and gripped the rustic headboard behind us. He ground his hips, sinking a little deeper into me, and together we rode a high I’d only ever found with him and our woman. Another level of pleasure. Of love. Of pure fuckin’ ecstasy as he hitthat spoton repeat.
He had me. I wasn’t going to last long.
I flexed my hips, urging him on, revelling in the tightness that seized his shoulders, the flutter of his baby blues as he drove into me. The rut of the headboard against the cabin wall.
The animalistic growl that tore from my fuckin’ soul as I erupted with Nash buried inside me.
Nash wasn’t done.
And of course, neither was I.
I took the weight from his trembling leg and rearranged us, rolling him onto his back before taking him inside me again, my dick still hard enough to poke his eyes out.
Riding him was my fuckin’ favourite. Best of both worlds, for him and for me. I held him down and took what we both needed, rocking that bed with an untamed rhythm, sweat coating my inked and ruined skin.
Nash lost it, eyes slamming shut, coming inside me. It took me a little longer the second time round, but he was still flying as I groaned a curse and painted his chest with how much I fuckin’ loved him.
We fell into a sex daze. I eased off Nash and sprawled out beside him, breathing hard.
He hugged me against him, no fuckin’ words, and we lay together in hazy winter sunshine that was already fading.
I almost went back to sleep, but thoughts of home kept me awake, a message buzzing through on cue as my faculties returned to me enough to work on Nash’s leg again.
He grabbed my phone, swiping the screen so I could see the message notification and the text preview that brought me down with an unearthly fuckin’ bump. Anironicbump, given Nash’s earlier joke.
Kara:There’s no need to be so rude. By the way, I think Willow has a boyfriend
For fuck’s sake.
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