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“More Nash.” She finally said as she gasped for air. Slowly, I pulled out of her and gently plunged deep within. She dragged her nails across my back and I shuttered as the sensation shot to my cock.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

FALLON

Ihadn’t expected it to hurt as much as it had, when I’d had sex after Josie months had passed so I didn’t know any difference. Nash was bigger though, so that was probably part of it.

“More, Nash please.” I whimpered. Every cell in my body was craving this man, and I wanted all of him.

Slowly, he pulled out of me and slipped in again, taking his sweet time. He’d always known how I needed to be taken care of. It had been a mistake to be gone so long and I knew that in this moment.

This wasn’t given in two years apart, or another fling for old times’ sake. This was the start of us. The start we’d never really gotten, and the one I wasn’t ever going to walk away from.

“You’re so tight around me, Toots, but being buried in you is burned into my memory.” He plunged into me again and my hips lifted to meet his thrusts.

“Nash, this feels so much better than anything I’ve had before.” I moaned as heat radiated through my body.

“Why is it better, baby?” Nash asks.

“Because there are no secrets, just us.” I whisper, hoping I don’t sound like a total fool. Nash pressed his lips to mine, igniting a spark that caused me to burn for him. How could I want this man closer when he was as close as we could get?

Time stood still as we got lost in one another. He pulled his lips away from me and traced his fingers down my jawline, whispering softly, “Fallon, I feel whole again, like everything that has happened in my life leads us to this moment.”

I nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of my emotions. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, creating a bond that transcended time and space. With each passing moment, I knew we were creating something special, something that would last a lifetime.

As the intensity built between us, Nash's gaze locked with mine, filled with a raw intensity that left me breathless. He shifted his hips and drove, deeper and harder than before, our bodies melding together as one. All I could do was hold on to him, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat against my own.

At that moment, I knew we’d both changed. We had trust, love, and pure intimacy that I couldn’t imagine with anyone else.

His fingers traced along my hip, creating goosebumps that only he could ignite. We were entwined, lost in the moment, our hearts beating in unison. He leaned in, his breath warm on my skin, and whispered, “I want all of this with you, Fallon. I want it all.”

Nash's voice broke through the haze, his eyes locked onto mine, a deep and unspoken promise reflected there. “I'll never let you go, Fallon. I promise.”

“I know, Nash. And I'll never let you go either.”

Time stood still as we continued to move in harmony, our hearts connected through the most intimate of dance. Our bodies were slick with sweat, but we felt no discomfort. Instead, we felt an incredible, all-consuming love that transcended any physical connection.

That old familiar feeling of losing control was growing deep within me. I panted and grabbed for him to press tightly against me as I allowed myself to fully let go. “Oh, god, Nash.” My legs shook, and I spasmed around his cock.

Nash wrapped his arms around me, his breath warm against my skin. “I love you, Fallon.” He groaned as he stiffened and let his own pleasure vibrate through him.

“I love you, Nash, with all my heart,” I said as I embraced him like my life depended on it. Maybe it did?

Nash kept his word and pulled out just before his climax. I missed his fullness in me, and I felt empty but,he was worried about me. More worried about me than his own pleasure and what he wanted. If I’d had any more questions about his devotion, it was over at that moment.

Cuddling next to him, neither of us worried we’d be caught, our daughters asleep in their rooms. Life was perfect, and I wanted to lock the door and stay in our bubble forever. Not that outside was worrisome anymore.

Lottie cried, and I groaned. “She has good timing,” Nash said as I rolled out of his arms and sat on the edge of the bed to pick up my housecoat. Nash ran his hand along my back and I sat there enjoying his rough, warm hand running along my spine.

“I won’t be long.” I whispered as I sat up, kicking my legs over the side of the bed. “We should think of moving back downstairs, though. I don’t like being this far from the girls.” I turned to look over my shoulder and saw him smile.

“No time like the present,” Nash said as he grabbed his pillow and the picture of me barrel racing and he followed me downstairs.

He tossed his pillow on the bed, put the picture back where it was originally sitting when I’d shown up here. I wandered into Lottie’s room and picked her up out of her crib. “Come on, sweet girl, let’s get your tummy full.” She snuggled into my chest, and an ache settled in my heart not being able to feed her myself, but she was healthy and the formula was doing what itwas supposed to. Nash didn’t make me feel guilty and his support was more powerful than all the support groups in the world.

Walking to the kitchen, Nash was there holding a bottle that was ready for our daughter. “I figured since I was up, I might as well help.” His grin filled his face and his eyes fell to my breasts, which had been exposed from Lottie’s wiggling.

“That first night you sat in that living room defeated and exhausted. I vowed it would be the last time I saw you that way. I made a silent promise that I would help you with everything you needed to make sure you knew I would be with you through it all.” He looked down at the baby in my arms and brushed this thumb across her forehead.

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