“That’s exactly what I mean. Fifteen seasons with Green Bay and he only managed one Super Bowl win, but he made sure he got those four MVPs. And don’t forget his many commercials. He took care of himself. Then all but a few years he choked in the playoffs.” I can feel him shaking his head behind me. “That’s not what this is really about. He’s a good quarterback. There’s no arguing that. It’s about what he was like all the rest of the time.”
“I’ve heard not great things.”
“He would teach the receivers different hand signals than what the coach taught.” He ticks his fingers as he rattles off examples. “He’s a drama queen. He’s never in the wrong. Ifthe pass is incomplete, it’s because the other guy wasn’t in the right spot.”
I tap my finger to my chin, thinking. “Makes sense why you see a lot of shots of him pouting on the bench when you’re losing.”
“And that’s what he lets the cameras see. You know how bad it got.”
“But they’re your parents.”
“You’ve seen their certificate of ownership over the fireplace. They put me on a waitlist for season tickets before I was even born. They’re hardcore. And besides, even if I told them, and even if they understood, they would feel obligated to tell everyone else the truth if they asked. I don’t want to put my parents in a position where they have to repeat negative things to every family member. Not to mention, this is a small-ass town. The employees at the bank and the bakery and the Pig Wig and the ladies at the church all want to know. I don’t want my parents to have to explain their son’s actions as the hot topic of gossip. It’s better this way.”
“What about what’s better for you?”
He looks at me genuinely confused. “What about me?”
“You’re so busy saving your parents and your community from the negativity of Clark…who is saving you?”
He looks at me with so much intensity, I may as well be naked right here on this beach. It’s like he’s seeing every inch of me bared to him. It sends shivers down my spine that cause me to wriggle in his lap, and he takes in a sharp breath at the sensation. Without thinking, I sit up, turn, and kiss him on the cheek. The touch is so intimate that it warms me from the inside out. I start to turn to look back at the fire, but Wyatt catches my mouth in a kiss. He deepens it quickly, bringing our lips together over and over in a rhythm that matches thewaves on the shore. I haven’t enjoyed making out in years. It always felt like the means to an end. Getting through the kissing so we can get to the sex, but this is different. I feel like a teenager again—when I could make out for hours and never get bored of it. I could sit here on this beach all night kissing Wyatt, being kissed by Wyatt. Giving and taking in equal measure without a word between us. When I start to feel him harden under me, I know I want him right now. It’s plenty secluded with no sign of any boat on the water.
I go for the waistband of his shorts. He grabs my hands and keeps them still. “You want to do this right here on the beach?”
A knowing smile splits my face. “Just the tip…” I start our familiar call and refrain. An inside joke that started from some stupid movie we watched, and we’ve carried with us all this time.
His pupils are blown wide, and I know he wants this, too. He responds, and what is usually playful and joking turns into a plea. “Just for a second.”
“Just to see how it feels,” I agree. The blanket covering my legs from the lake breeze fell to the ground when I turned in Wyatt’s lap. I move to pick it up off the ground and lay it out in front of the fire for us. I turn and take Wyatt’s hands and pull him with me down on the blanket.
I don’t think it’s the flames from the fire fucking with me, I think there’s actually heat in his eyes as he lays out his long body next to mine. And I’m ready to get burned.
Chapter Fifty-One
WYATT
I’m living my fantasy right now. I’ve always wanted to bring a girl out here, make a little camp, and romance her on the beach. I’m so glad I never did it until right now with Nash.
We lie on our sides facing each other, and I run my hand down her side to her hip, giving it a squeeze. Letting her know I’m going to move lower, toward her center. In response, she hooks her leg up over my thighs and I’m so much wider than her in this position that it basically hikes her leg way up, giving me all the access I could ever want.
And I want it.
My heart is hammering, not just with the fulfillment of my horny dreams, but with the idea that this could be the last time. I love making her come, making her grip my hair in her fists like she is ready to fly over the moon with the force of it. I don’t want to think about a future where that doesn’t continue to happen.
Slowly tracing her body, her stomach, hidden abs there just like mine. “Perfect,” I whisper as I move lower. I feel myself get harder when I see how much of her body my one handcovers. I could probably touch both of her hip bones with my one hand across them. Like they were made for me. “Does it make you wet being out here where anyone could go past us and see you spread for me on this blanket? Just like it did on the flight home from Omaha?” I ask as I unbutton her jean shorts and pull down the zipper. She shudders and whimpers in return. “My girl is a bit of an exhibitionist.” I’d give her anything she wants. Bathroom of a bar, barely covered on this beach, dressing room of a department store. Anything and everything are on the table when it comes to pleasing Nash.
I push my hand into her shorts, my fist stretching them out, and begin teasing her needy core. “What else does she like?” I ask as I move from gentle teasing to finger fucking. “Does she like it rough?” Her gasp tells me that that is a distinct possibility.
I rip my hands away to shove her shorts down her thighs and off. I grab her by the waist and move her, settling her over top of me. “Does she like getting thrown around?”
“Yes,” she says, and it’s like that one word is all the breath she has in her.
“Does she like being told what to do?”
Nash nods in response. “Take me out,” I instruct, and she hustles to slide my athletic shorts farther down my thighs than they were. “Stroke me,” I say, but it comes out more choked than commanding.
“You’re so big.”
A devious smile splits my lips. “You’ve done it before. You knew what you were getting into.” I grab her chin and focus her on me. “You can take it.”