Page 58 of Nashville Lights

“You know what I mean—” My phone dings.Damn it.I reach over the back of the couch to my bag, pulling out my phone. Another message from Travis. “I know for a fact they have better things to do.” I turn my phone off.

“I’m sure the hoedown is lighting up with the news that we snuck off together.”

Nate’s hand is on my back. He gently but firmly bends me over. He lifts the hem of my dress, pulling it up and easing it over my head. His hands are on my thighs, sliding up, and it feels so good I moan, arching my back a little.

He rips my panties and the shred of lace falls to the floor. If I wasn’t so damn turned on, I’d laugh. “Did you just?—?”

“Quiet,” he growls. I bite my lip as he forces my legs wider. My back arches further. I feel his strong, warm hands slide higher, exploring silkily. Opening me. He circles, dipping his fingers into the moisture, until I’m squirming along with his movement. His rough fingertips skate over my clit.

Nate kneels behind me and I feel histongue. I give myself to him completely, letting him do anything he wants to me. He eats into me hungrily, feasting like a starving man as his fingers tease my clit. He pushes his tongue deep, playing, stroking, rubbing, forcing thepleasure to an overpowering swell that breaks into tumbling spasms.

And still, he eats me like he can’t get enough, until the waves start to calm.

Then he lifts me, turning me and taking me in his arms as he kisses me again. I slowly push him backward until we’re almost on the bed. I fumble with his buttons, needing him, running my fingers over his warm cinnamon skin.

I undo the button of his jeans, easing the zip down, reaching in to grip him, running my fist along the huge, hard length, using my fingers to circle the broad, slippery tip. “I need you,” I whisper.

His belt buckle thunks on the plush carpet as he jeans fall to the floor.

Nate leans back on the bed, pulling me along with him until I’m straddling him. “Climb on up, darlin’. Ride my big cock like a good girl.”

He raises my arms and guides me to grip the top of his oak headboard.

Nate stares into my eyes until I’m drowning in him. His breath is warm against my lips. “Hold on,” he commands me.

And then he grips his hot, engorged cock and positions me, sliding thickly into my slippery, still-quivering pussy as I sit down onto him, taking all of him by slow degrees. He’s so freaking big and hot, I’m already coming again from the thick-skewering pleasure, feeling every ridge as he forces me to take all of it, and again, deeper, harder.

My orgasm milks him as he roots himself to the hilt, over and over, his thumb stroking my clit. I’m raised and lifted, holding on for dear life, wondering if I can survive another shattering release.

And another, washing through me with fresh, shimmering heat.

He belongs to me. He’s mine. I know it. I feel it in every throb and every groan.

I’m riding him, dazed by the sheer magnitude of feeling, when he grips me and growls, his cock bucking and surging in violent pulses that set me offagain, filling my body and soul with heat and love and life.

He pulls me down to kiss him. It’s forceful, and I can taste his desperation. “Roxie. Roxie.”

“It’s okay. I’m here, Boone. I love you.”

Mommy.Daddy. Where are you?

From deep within my dream, I wonder if it’s me calling out, like I used to do. How could they just disappear like that? How could they just begone? Forever?

“Uncle Nate. Uncle Nate.”

My eyes open at the same time as Nate’s.

“Shit,” he murmurs, climbing out of bed and hastily pulling on jeans and a t-shirt. “She’s having a nightmare. I’ll be back.”

I can hear Daisy’s sobs through the monitor, and Nate’s,deep, husky, soothing voice. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re okay. I’m here now.” He sounds so sad, because she is.

I get out of bed. In the low light I manage to find a clean pair of panties in my bag. I grab a white button-down shirt of Nate’s that’s slung over the back of a chair, that hangs almost to my knees.

I go down to Daisy’s room and lightly tap on the open door. I don’t want to intrude, but I sense that he might need me. I wonder if maybe I can help a little. I know what it feels like. I remember the things people said to me that made it almost more bearable.

Daisy’s in her tent and Nate’s lying next to her, with his long legs mostly out of the tent. A small lamp inside the tent fills it with soft golden light. There are piles of cushiony pillows and blankets. Daisy’s tucked in snugly.

“Miss Roxie,” Daisy sniffles. “Do you want to come into my tent with us?”

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