Page 55 of Going Home

Looking into her eyes as they move in sync, the passion reads loud and clear. A smirk appears, and he says, "You don't mind having amazing sex every night?"

The only nights they haven't made love in the weeks since Lex has been back have been simply because Nash was out on runs. Otherwise, she's more than satisfied before falling into blissful sleep. "Not at all. And I really love when you use your tongue. You can get me to agree to just about anything when you're between my legs."

Chuckling, he bites his lower lip, thrusting harder and making her mewl. "Same, baby, when you're on your knees sucking me dry."

She bites her own lip and reaches out to push him back gently. He looks confused, but he slides out of her. When she moves to all fours, she knows no words are required to tell him what she wants, and she gasps when he grips her hips and enters her quickly from behind.

"Hold onto the headboard," he orders.

The wetness between her legs increases at his command, and she reaches out to hold onto the metal bars of the headboard. It would surprise most people because she comes across almost demure, but after at least one orgasm, Emma likes something more primal. And nothing feels more primal than Nash letting himself go as he takes her from behind.

Strong hands hold onto her love handles as he pounds into her, but once he has a rhythm established, his hands slide up her sides to the front to fondle her chest roughly. The feeling of his calloused hands on her sensitive skin makes her moan, and she backs her ass up to meet him, taking him as deep as possible. Toying with her nipples brings her to the brink, and she cries out while her body quivers in ecstasy.

"Nash!" she calls out, and he slows down to provide long, slow strokes. "Oh God."

"You sound so good when you come," he whispers, guiding her into an upright position where her back presses flat against his chest.

He caresses her breasts again, and they match the leisurely pace of his cock sliding in and out of her. No matter how badly she feels about the way her aging body looks, his man can make her feel young and desirable again. Young and beautiful instead of mature with wrinkles and gravity-induced sagging.

The way they slowly make love brings her back to their first time. Their love story is as unconventional as they come, and she's transported back to a time almost forty years ago.

Emma and Margaret Dalton became friends shortly after Margaret's diagnosis with breast cancer, and it hurt Emma to see her new friend fade so quickly. But more than that, she hated the attraction she felt towards Margaret's husband. It was wrong on every level, but something about him felt electric in a way she hadn't found in any other man before. Drawn like a moth to a flame, she knew she had to stay away from him to make sure she never betrayed her friend.

One morning, Margaret called and asked Emma to come to the house. She'd heard how quickly Margaret had declined in only a matter of months, and she didn't have the heart to tell her no. Besides, if she had, what would she tell her? That she couldn't be around Margaret's insanely attractive husband? That would be a pain she couldn't bear to inflict upon anyone, especially someone as lovely as Margaret.

When Emma showed up, she was surprised to see Nash there. They'd nearly kissed the last time they were in the house together, and he'd avoided her as much as she had him.

"Emma, I need to talk to you about something," Margaret said.

She shared a look with Nash filled with betrayal and fear that the other confided their attraction to each other to this poor, frail woman lying in bed. A woman who deserved nothing like this.

"Wh-what's that?" she stammered.

"I know you and my husband have developed feelings for each other."

There it was. The bomb dropped. "Maggie—"

"Don't try and deny it. You think I don't know what falling in love with Nash Dalton looks like? I had the same exact look once upon a time. And I remember what he looks like when he falls for a woman. It's the same way he used to look at me. First with me, and now with you."

"Maggie, darling," Nash said and took her hand, "you're just tired."

"Don't patronize me. I know what I've seen. I also know why you disappear if Emma comes around, and it's the reason Emma avoids being here."

Tears filled Emma's eyes, and she couldn't stop the small sob. "I never meant to fall for your husband, Maggie. I'm so sorry. I would never betray you like that, and nothing's happened. Removing myself from the situation seemed like the best option to ensure I don't betray you. It's the last thing I ever want."

"I want something to happen with you two."

Emma's head snapped up, and she locked eyes with Nash to make sure he heard the same words she had. "Pardon me?"

"Nash isn't one to be alone. He doesn't do well by himself, and you would be good for him."

"Darling," Nash said and looked down at his wife, "you're not serious."

"You deserve to be happy, Nash. I'm dying. No amount of love is going to keep me alive longer, and I can't give you what you need. Emma can."

She still couldn't believe what this beautiful but terminally ill woman said. "Maggie, I couldn't—"

"Yes, you can. I have to believe things happen for a reason, otherwise I'll go insane. And I believe that you were brought into my life to take care of my husband when I'm gone. You're able to take care of the needs he has in a way that I can't, and more importantly, you're in love with him. You'll take care of him and Zane after I'm gone. That's what I need to feel comfortable with this. To know you'll stay by their sides."

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