24. Nash

Chapter 24

Nash

E verly comes into the bar and heads turn. Her long hair is down and wavy. Her makeup is subtle but sexy, and she has on tight jeans and a tight black top that hugs her curves like it was made for her. I hate it and love it at the same time. I mostly hate it because heads are turning and looking at her, and I want her all to myself.

Her black boots have a heel to them and make her seem taller. She saunters up to the bar, giving me a flirty smile, and slides onto a stool. She has a bag next to her and sets it down on top of the bar.

“Hey, bartender, give me your best drink,” she says with a flirty voice to me that goes straight to my dick. Just watching her mouth makes me hard and want her .

I grin at her and make her a cocktail I think she’ll like.

“What is it?” she asks as she sucks on the straw, and I have to take a deep breath. Her hands hold the drink, and her nails are dark plum purple. The way she holds the drink makes me think of her hands wrapped around my cock, and I try to get it together.

“Toasted pecan old fashioned,” I say as I take a deep breath and watch her beautiful lips wrap around the straw.

“Are you okay?” she asks, tipping her head as she sips the drink.

“No.” I shake my head, wiping down the bar.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asks innocently, which only makes me want her even more.

I look at the last few customers and wish they would leave now as I nervously run my fingers through my hair.

“Yeah,” I murmur as I lean in and whisper in her ear.

She takes a big swallow but looks at me with desire in her blue eyes. “I’m staying with you tonight.”

I tilt my head back and groan. “I want this pub to close now.”

She looks at the clock behind me. “Fifteen more minutes. Play ‘Closing Time’ now, on repeat .”

I laugh and pull out my phone to pull up the app that plays our music. I play “Closing Time” so people know it’s time to get going. I’ve already called last call, and I’m ready to be with Everly.

Marcus and I get everything cleaned up and closed, and we lock the door when the last straggler leaves at five after.

“You got the rest?” Marcus calls, and I wave to him. “Thanks, man. ”

Everly has disappeared into the kitchen and is heating the food she brought. She brings out two bowls of soup and two plates with grilled sandwiches and sets them at the bar. I sit beside her, and we eat while discussing our days. I learned that she is a night owl like me and likes to stay up and sleep late. She tells me that doesn’t always work out with Willow, but she prefers nights to days.

“Do you want kids?” she asks me.

“Yes,” I say without hesitating. “I want a house full. I told you that the other day.”

“Do you want to get married?” she continues as she finishes her soup, watching me.

“Weird way to propose, but yes,” I say as I dip my sandwich into the broccoli cheese soup and take a bite.

Her eyes are wide. “I didn’t mean…”

I know what she meant, but I turn to look at her and lean in. “Everly, I’d marry you right now if I could. Right fucking now. You’re it for me. Let me make that very clear. You and Willow are mine. Just as I’m yours.”

Her mouth is open, and she quickly closes it. Her eyes are locked on mine, and they’re full of what I hope are happy tears.

“Do you feel the same way about me?” I ask her as I swallow, suddenly not sure of how she’ll respond.

She nods. “Yeah, Nash. I do.”

I lean in and kiss her gently, pulling her toward me on the stool. She’s my soulmate. I know it, she knows it, and I appreciate the fact that we didn’t spend time messing around about this. I don’t want to waste another minute not having her as mine.

“I’m going to marry you and be a father to Willow. And I’m going to have as many babies with you as you want. We’re going to build our dream house on the property and have horses, and everyone will be happy like we deserve.”

She gulps and nods and leans her head against mine. “But I haven’t seen the property. I don’t know if I’ll like it,” she teases.

I grin as I run my fingers over her rib cage, tickling her. “Oh, you’ll like it.”

“I will?” She laughs.

I take her hand and lead her onto the floor of the pub and hold her close. “We can take our time making a thousand memories.”

I pull my phone out and push a few buttons to play a song for her. Her favorite song “All Too Well” comes on. “Then I’ll play your favorite song so you can make a new memory of this one.”

She quirks a brow and says, “Better be the ten-minute version.”

I laugh and say against her mouth, “Oh, definitely. I’m taking my time with you.”

I lament, “This is a sad song.”

“Yeah, but I like it,” she murmurs.

I listen to the song as we dance, and I hold her. Something pulses between us that feels like forgiveness and starting new. We have a ways to go to heal, but I feel like things are so much better between us.

“I thought of Taylor Swift as just a pop artist. How am I relating to her songs?” I tease as I spin her around, my lips grazing her neck, and our hands intertwined .

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” she whispers.

“I’m sorry I hurt you, too,” I murmur into her ear. “I promise to make it up to you.”

“No matter what happens, we will be there for each other,” she declares as she looks up at me, her eyes full of promise for our future.

“I’m never letting you go again,” I say as I lean down to kiss her. She kisses me back, her arms wrapping around my neck as our song comes to an end.

With a flash of my hand, I push our dishes off the bar in front of us, and I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my hips as I cup her bottom and set her on the bar. I kiss her deeply, hungrily, and that kiss spirals us into a needy desire.

Her hands are around me, cupping my face, pulling me in, her tongue touching mine, wanting me as much as I want her. I want all of her. Every piece. The piece that makes her an amazing mother, my best friend, and now my lover. At this moment, nothing else matters as long as she’s mine and I’m hers.

She reaches up and pulls my shirt up over my head. Her hands caress my chest, her eyes on me, wanting more.

I press into her, showing her how I need her, want her. She gasps, kissing my neck, her hand sliding down and over my crotch, my breath catching.

“I can’t have our first time be in the pub. On the bar,” I say as I pull back, dropping my forehead to hers.

Her eyes widen, and she says, “I kind of like it. We’re making a memory here. So every time you’re working, you’ll remember this is where it happened.”

Her hands go to my pants, and she kisses my neck, tasting me as she works to unbuckle and push them down. She pulls me closer as she runs her hands down my sides and kisses me deeply. My hands do the same, and she kicks her boots off, her jeans sliding down to reveal the sexiest black lace panties.

My eyes come to hers in shock. “Is this what you’ve been wearing the whole time under your clothes?”

She laughs. “Yeah. I love sexy bras and underwear. It’s kind of my thing.”

I look up at the ceiling. “How did I miss out on this? I can’t even handle this.”

She steps back and pulls her sweater up over her head, exposing a lace bra that has her breasts toppling out of it, the black lace making me strain against my boxers.

“Oh my God,” I breathe.

“Do you like?” she asks in a husky voice.

“I love it,” I say as I pull her to me and say in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard on this bar that you’ll feel it for days and want more.”

“I already want more, and I haven’t even had you yet,” she says with a smart mouth that I take my time kissing, my hands exploring her cheeky panties that I make disappear in one move, making her gasp.

“Don’t rip them,” she says.

“I’ll buy you an entire room full of lingerie,” I say as I kiss my way down her breasts, reaching back to unsnap her bra, getting her just the way I want her. Bare, exposed, and mine.

I clamp my mouth around her nipple, and I suck deep, causing her to moan and grasp my hair, clutching it as she tenses up. God, I could probably make her come just by sucking her tits.

I make my way down and find her wet and ready for me. God, she’s so fucking wet. “You wet for me, beautiful?”

“Nash, if you don’t fuck me so hard on this bar, I’m going to lose it,” she whimpers.

I reach for my wallet and pull out a condom, quickly ripping it open and getting it ready.

“Can’t have that now, can we?” I take off my boxers and pull her to face me, finding her pussy just as wet and ready for me as I cover her with my mouth, her moans getting louder.

“Nash…”

“Come hard, Everly, do it,” I say as I work her hard, making her writhe and breathe deep, panting as she continues to pull my hair, and I fucking like it.

She tenses and lets out a small moan. “Oh my God.”

She releases, and her body melts as I hold her. I make my way down her body, kissing her the whole way, stopping to take my time on her breasts as I feel her tense again.

“That’s been a long time coming, sweetheart. I’m going to make sure you have this on the regular, like you deserve,” I murmur.

“I need you…”

I turn her on the stool so she is bent and slide into her. She stills and moans in choppy pants.

“You okay, beautiful?” I ask as my eyes drift to hers, feeling deeply connected to her after all this time. It’s so much better than I ever could have imagined. She fits me perfectly, gripping me tightly until my breath hitches and I see stars.

The scent of her hair—vanilla and coconut—pushes through my senses. The taste of her skin and the moans and pants from her mouth heighten the experience.

I can’t wait to take my time with her, but right now, we’re frantic. It’s happening faster than I’d like, but we need each other urgently.

I want to be able to take my time memorizing and kissing every freckle and beauty mark. I want to map out the expanse of her graceful back, tracing her curves to remember every small detail about her.

She yelps and whimpers for me to go faster, and I lose my mind with pure sensation, giving all the power to her as her tight, wet heat hurls me over the edge. My jaw tenses and teeth grind as a low growl emanates from me, and I lose control.

“Are you okay?” I ask softly in her ear as we both come hard, and I feel boneless. And judging how I’m holding her up, she feels the same.

She wraps her arms around my neck. “If I’d known that’s how it would be, I would never have left that night. I need your good, Nash. All the good things that make you. Your love, your fierce protectiveness, your heart. I need you.”

“You didn’t know, and you did what you thought you should,” I say as I cup her jaw, making her look at me. “No more regrets, yeah? You have me.”

“Yeah,” she says softly.

“Now let’s go upstairs to my apartment, take a shower, and I’ll hold you until you fall asleep.”

“Again?” she asks in a hopeful tone.

“Again and again,” I tease as we pick up our clothes. She runs to the back stairs, squealing and laughing as I chase her and smack her ass playfully.