Chapter 28 Asher Nash

I Better Never See You Wearing Someone Else’s Number Ever Again

I call room service and order a bottle of vodka along with some snacks. We need the sustenance since I’ve barely gotten started and I can tell her energy is already depleted.

That’s what happens when you come as hard as she did. Twice.

I metaphorically brush my knuckles on my own shoulder, proud of that fact…and proud of the fact that my shoulder is aching where she bit it. She clamped down on that fucker, and it was hot as hell.

I’d love to take her again, but I need to get some food in her and maybe a little alcohol on top of my own recovery time.

She’s dozing off on the bed, and I have no idea what her plans are for the rest of the night. I’m not sure if she can spend the night with me or if she’s going to duck out on me again, and to that end, my voice breaks into her peaceful slumber.

“How long are you staying?”

She jolts as she opens her eyes. “Hmm?”

“In case you get the urge to sneak out again, or if I’m passed out cold like the night I drank whiskey, I need to know if I’m waking up alone or if you’re staying the night with me.”

She sits up, moving the pillows so they’re perched behind her back. “Does it matter? You already said you can’t do this,” she says, motioning between the two of us.

“I can’t. And neither can you. Rumor has it, your dad can be a little…”

“Psycho?” she fills in.

I laugh. “Your word, not mine. I was going to say overprotective.”

“Rumor has it?”

I lift a shoulder. “Heard the last guy on the Storm who even looked at you was traded.”

She rolls her eyes. “That’s not true.”

I walk over and move into place beside her on the bed. “Oh, really? So he’d be okay knowing you’re naked in my hotel room right now?”

She twists her lips. “I mean, no. What dad would be? But the truth is that he doesn’t usually let me get close enough for a player to get a look.”

“I got a look today,” he points out.

“And the night of the ball, you had no idea who I was.”

“Fair point. Did you know who I was?” I ask. I’ve been wondering since the night we met.

“Of course I did. My dad’s a coach, and you’re a Nash. Even people who don’t know a thing about football know who the Nashes are.”

I blow out a breath. It’s true. My family has gotten a lot of press over the years, some good, some not so good. “What you see in the media rarely paints the full picture.”

“Is it true you live with your dad?”

I chuckle. “Yes, and that’s also why I took you to a hotel and not my place.”

“Aren’t you like twenty-eight? Why do you live with your dad?”

“Yes, I am twenty-eight.” I lift a shoulder. “He was going through a divorce, and I wasn’t earning a salary the year I was suspended, so it worked out to share a place. But truth be told, I’m ready for my own place. I haven’t had time to look since the season started. It’s more of an offseason task, I guess. What about you? What’s your place like?”

“I live with one of my best friends in San Diego.”

“My brother just moved there,” I say.

“Spencer?” she asks. When I nod, she says, “I’m excited to watch him play even if my dad isn’t coaching there anymore. I was raised a Storm fan.”

I lean in and softly bite her shoulder. “You better not be excited to watch him play.”

She snickers as she pushes my face away. “Why not?”

“For one thing, he’s a married man now.”

“So I can’t cheer for him?”

“No. You can’t cheer for him because you’ll be too busy cheering for me.”

She rolls her eyes even though a smile plays at her lips.

I lean in to press a soft kiss to her lips before I lower my mouth toward her ear. “And I better never fucking see you wearing someone else’s number ever again.”

I pull back and give her a pointed look.

She raises her brow in a challenge, despite the shiver that tears through her. “Why not?”

I run my hand along her torso and stop to give one of her tits a squeeze. “Because you’re mine, and I don’t share.”

Her eyes darken at my words. “Oh, I’m yours now?”

I shift until I’m hovering over her. I drop my lips to hers, and she wraps her hand around the back of my neck.

We’re both naked, and our bodies are lined up perfectly. It takes every single ounce of my willpower not to slip inside her.

“That’s right,” I say, and I reach down between us and fist my cock. I slide it against her clit, and her eyes roll back. “Tell me you’re mine,” I demand.

“Oh, God, Asher, yes. I’m yours.”

I dip inside her for a second, and it’s soft and warm and so, so wet.

Fucking hell.

I could come just from that one little dip inside.

It’s utter perfection.

A knock sounds at the door.

Our food. Our vodka. Shit we don’t need nearly as much as we need each other. Shit I don’t need nearly as much as I need to push inside that tight cunt again.

“Oh, God,” she moans.

We haven’t had the talk about the things we should talk about before I do that again, but I need to push in like I need my next breath.

“Do it,” she goads.

She’s back with that temptation again, and I can’t resist her.

So I don’t.

I push into her, nothing between us as our bodies rock together in the ultimate pleasure.

She’s so goddamn slick as I fuck her bare, and we move slowly together as if our bodies were made exactly for the other.

Her pussy is a vice over my cock, warm and wet, and she sucks me in with every thrust, the heat of her body overwhelming as I lean down and suck a tit between my lips. She moans as she arches her back to give me more space as I continue to move in and out of her perfect pussy.

I let go of my angle on her tit and lift myself back up to stare down at her. Heavy, hooded eyes meet mine.

The intimacy that passes between us in that moment is erotic and intense.

I’ve never felt anything like it, but it’s like we’re connecting on some other plane that isn’t a part of this world.

Maybe it’s forbidden, but it’s also hot as fuck, and it’s right . It’s the lust, sure, but it’s something else entirely, something I’m too terrified to acknowledge even though it’s happening right before my very eyes.

It can’t be. This is only our second time together. We hardly know each other. But the intensity is powerful, and I don’t think either of us can fight against that.

My body gives way to the pleasure. My balls draw up as that familiar fire rips down my spine, but even in its familiarity, it’s different. More intense, more erotic, more…everything. More Des.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come.”

“Not yet,” she cries. “I’m so close. Wait for me.”

“I can’t,” I grunt. “Your cunt is too perfect, Des.”

“Oh, God!” she yells. “Fuck, Asher, give it all to me. Yes, yes, yes!” Her pussy tightens over me, and her body starts to writhe and thrash all around me.

It’s too much, but I can’t. I can’t come inside her when I don’t even know if she’s on birth control, and my sex-starved brain can recognize that even in this haze.

My release hits me fast, and I pull out right at the last second. I fist my cock and reach down to her clit at the same time. I pump my palm up and down my cock, painting her lower stomach with my come as my orgasm rushes through me.

Once the pulses start to slow and the warm afterglow takes their place, I run the head of my cock through the mess I made as she fights her way through the end of her own climax. I dip my cock down against her clit, and she twists as she tries to clamp her legs shut, her body sensitive after a third intense climax.

I chuckle as I stop what I’m doing and move down to lay beside her, pulling her into my arms.

“Holy hell, Nash,” she pants, grabbing a tissue off the nightstand to wipe off the mess I made on her. The strong scent of sex fills the air around us, but the quiet moments after we both raced toward the finish line are filled with a tenderness I wasn’t expecting from just one more night .

“I agree,” I murmur, and her breathing evens out as she loses her fight against consciousness from the intensity of it all.