Chapter 60 Asher Nash

What’s Beneath the Leaves This Time

Desiree perfected every last detail for the ball.

She had a team helping her put it together, and I did what I could over the last few weeks, but this wonderland tonight is one hundred percent thanks to her hard work.

I’m blown away, and it seems like everyone else here tonight is, too.

Jolene is standing by the entry, greeting guests and interviewing them for the podcast she hosts with my brother. Grayson and Ava are over by the bar, chatting with Spencer and Grace, and the Nash family is out in full force tonight, including Tanner and Miller, who are heading together toward the bar.

My dad is across the room.

I’m fairly certain this is the first time my dad will be in the same room as his two sons, and I wish it would happen any night but tonight. I want everything to go well for Des, and I don’t want to be distracted by my family.

But that’s what my dad seems to do, even when he doesn’t mean to.

“What are you drinking?” I ask Desiree as she talks with Jolene.

“Sprite would be great,” she says, and she turns back to my sister-in-law.

I head toward the bar, and I spot Ellie on my way. I pull her aside. “Can you cancel tomorrow night?”

Her brows dip. “Are you sure?”

I get her hesitation. She’s been amazing about finding me different opportunities, and I hate to cancel given how hard I’ve worked to rebuild my reputation.

But it’s taking its toll on Desiree, and I can’t allow that anymore—especially not as we close in on the final weeks of her pregnancy. I don’t want to miss a single moment with her.

“Positive,” I tell her, and she smiles at me as if she thinks I’m making the right choice.

I know I am.

I head toward the bar and greet my brothers—the three standing there, anyway. It still sounds so strange to me that there are two more in the mix. Spencer, Tanner, and Miller aren’t part of the Vegas Aces organization, but they’re family, and that’s enough to get them a golden ticket in.

I missed the greetings between my brothers and half-brothers in my detour to talk to Ellie, but I walk up to them just as I hear Tanner say to Grayson, “We heard Eddie’s here.”

Grayson nods across the room. “He’s over there. You know, the tall guy that looks like an older, out of shape, not as attractive version if you mixed the five of us together, not counting Linc since he favors Mom.”

The twins both look over at our dad. Of course they know who he is. They’re pro football players, and Eddie Nash is a legend.

“I need to sit,” Desiree says, walking up beside me with her hand on her stomach.

“Can someone order her a Sprite? And a whiskey for me, please,” I say to my brothers as I walk her over toward one of the tables nearby.

I sit with her, and Grayson delivers our drinks a minute later. “You doing okay?” he asks Des, and she nods.

“I’ll be doing better when the night is over.” She smiles, and Ava sneaks her some little miniature cake things that she baked for the event.

Grace sits with her a while, too, and it’s like Des just fits in with the family. She’s met my sisters-in-law a few times now, and each time they seem to grow closer. I’m pretty sure Grace and Des are on a regular texting basis now, and they share the San Diego link since Grace now lives there full time with my brother.

I don’t get to see what’s going on with Tanner and Miller, though I’m sure someone will fill me in later.

We eventually move to the table we’re assigned to and sit through most of the event. Desiree only gets up when she has to, and I stick by her side just in case she needs anything. She may be the main planner for the event, but the event is hosted by the chairpeople—including Lincoln, Erin, Jack and Luke Dalton, Travis Woods, and Ben Olson.

We dance a bit, and someone is always stopping by to sit with us, from my mom to my brothers to their wives to my teammates. I don’t even get to flirt with her about seeing what’s beneath the leaves this time because someone is always with us.

Her parents are across the room and spend most of their time with the general manager, but her mom swings by to check on her every now and again.

She’s doing amazingly well for being thirty-five weeks pregnant, and as the night draws to a close, we dance once more before we head up to our hotel room.

“Don’t go to San Diego,” I beg of her.

“Don’t go to your appearance tomorrow night,” she shoots back.

“I told Ellie to cancel it.”

Her head whips over to me. “You did?”

I nod, and her eyes soften.

She wanders over to the window, and I move in behind her, my cock hard as I anticipate what comes next.

If she’s up to it.

If not…it’ll be a long, cold shower, I guess.

I thrust my hips against her ass, and she moans as she pushes her ass back against me.

I pull her hair to one side and drag my lips along her neck.

“I’ve been waiting to get this body naked all night,” I murmur. I reach down and grip the fabric of her dress, and she shivers a little. “I need to see what’s beneath the leaves.”

She chuckles at my reference to a year ago, but then she moans again as I pepper kisses along her warm skin.

My brother was right about one thing: pregnancy sex is fucking incredible.

Her body is changing, and it’s mind-blowingly remarkable. Knowing that she’s growing our baby and the things she’s putting her body through to do it makes me feel ways that are completely unexpected.

I’m in total awe of her, and the way it affects me takes me by surprise every single time the wave of emotion plows into my chest.

My love for her seems to grow exponentially and inexplicably by the day, and every moment we spend together verifies to me that I want to spend every other moment I possibly can with her.

It’s as if I fall in love with her more every day, and just when I think I can’t possibly love her more than I already do, I fall a little harder.

I pull the fabric up still more until I’m able to lift it over her head and deposit it on the floor beside us. I slide her panties down her legs, and I unhook the bra holding her engorged tits hostage.

She’s naked, and she’s beautiful.

“Press those gorgeous tits against the window,” I say, and she tries, but her stomach gets in the way. I rest my hands over her belly, and she sighs contentedly. I raise one hand to her tit and lower the other one until I’m pushing a finger into her, and she moans as she leans back into me.

“Fuck, Des. Your body is perfect, and your pussy is soaked.”

“I was waiting all night for this,” she admits, her voice raspy with need.

Last time we were here, I remember sliding a finger into her and not giving her friction. I was playing with her. Seeing how far I could push her and how much it would take to get her to climax. It was supposed to just be one night, and fuck, look at us now, staring at the edge of forever.

I give her friction this time. I don’t want to make her stand too long, but the easiest position these days is doggy style or her on top.

So rather than make her wait, I finger her for a few hot beats as she rides my hand, and then I pull my finger out, unbuckle my belt, and say, “Palms on the window.”

It forces her to bend forward a little and stick her ass out toward me, and I slide right into that hot, wet cunt.

She groans with need as I start to move inside her, and I know I won’t last long tonight. She always feels good, like her body was made for mine, and maybe it was.

I pick up the pace, my body slamming into hers as she claws at the window, our moans and grunts filling the air with the sound of our bodies slapping together.

I feel my balls tighten. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” I growl. “I’m about to come.”

“Me too,” she cries, and I lean forward to brush my fingers along her clit as my body explodes into hers. My hands move haphazardly along her slick cunt as jet after jet of hot come fills her completely, and she cries my name over and over while we ride through the hot climax together.

Once our bodies hit the peak and start to come back down, I pull out of her and lead her over to the bed. She sits on the edge while I grab a washcloth to help her clean up, and then we climb into bed together. She leans over for a kiss goodnight, but rather than just a quick kiss, her lips linger on mine. I open my mouth to hers as urgency takes over, and we kiss a while just like that before she pulls back.

“I love you,” she says.

“I love you, too. Tonight was incredible, Des, and it’s all because of you.”

Her eyes soften even in the dark, and my heart feels full.

We wake in the morning after a successful event, and I order breakfast in bed. We spend the day laughing together, and we spend the night wrapped together as I press my hand to her stomach.

She’s right. We won’t get many more nights with just the two of us, and I’m grateful I canceled the appearance for this moment in time together.

And even though I canceled my appearance, she decides not to cancel her trip to visit her friends, which gives us even fewer nights together before the baby arrives.