Page 30 of Dirty Cowboys
“That it wasn’t strangers. You said the men being strangers made it feel safe.”
“No,” I reply. “Scared maybe, and a little confused, but not disappointed.” I look up at him. “If anything, it makes sense now. The way you talk to me, the way Walker watches me, and the way Duke...”
“The way Duke what?”
“He scrutinizes me like he’s deciding if I’m worth the headache.”
Nash laughs. “That’s Duke. He looks at everyone like that. But he went out in that storm to find you, Indie—we all did—and that should tell you something.”
He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sends a spark of electricity through me, and I realize that knowing it’s Nash makes everything feel better—especially now, after he saved me.
“I was so afraid you would run this morning,” he confesses. “When you figured out it was us, I thought that would be it. You would pack up and head back to the city.”
“I thought about it... and I don’t want to run.”
“What do you want?”
Instead of answering with words, I reach for him. My hands cup his face, and I pull him down until his lips press against mine.
“Indie,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I want you,” I whisper.
“Are you sure? Your head.”
“My head is fine.” I pull him closer until he’s leaning over me on the bed. “Please, Nash. I need to know what this feels like when it’s real.”
He studies my face for a second before his mouth is on mine again, his rough hands sliding up my sides ashe pushes the oversized T-shirt someone put me in higher.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathes against my throat. “I’ve wanted to tell you that since the first night I touched you.”
His lips trail down my neck, and I arch beneath him. When his mouth closes over my nipple through the thin fabric of the shirt, I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him against me.
“I want to see you,” I whisper.
Nash pulls back and gets to his feet, shucking his pants and then yanking his shirt over his head. He pauses for a moment, letting me look my fill, his stiff cock twitching when my gaze locks onto it. The man is a feast for the eyes. Then all that taut golden skin is hovering over me again, and my hands automatically move to touch his chest and lower down as I eagerly explore his muscles. When he settles between my thighs, this feels different. I have to remind myself he isn’t the masked man; he’s just Nash.
“Please,” I beg.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, pulling my underwear to the side and sliding into me. He is being gentle with me, and we move together slowly. Nash’s eyes never leave mine, and I can see everything he’s feeling.
My hands tremble as they cling to his back, but he doesn’t speak; instead, he lowers his forehead to mine.Each thrust is slow, showing me there are two sides to him, and no matter what, I am safe. If I want this, I can have it. Tears prick my eyes—no one has ever seen me before, not all of me like he does. I’m pretty sure they all do.
Nash slides his hand up my side, stopping over my ribcage and holding me still so he can sink deeper inside me. I tilt my hips and wrap my legs around his waist, bringing him closer. His mouth brushes against my cheek, sliding down to my jaw, and resting in the curve of my neck.
Utterly lost to my emotions and the unexpected tenderness of the moment, it’s not long before my orgasm washes over me, and I call out his name. He joins me with a low groan, then languidly thrusts through the aftershocks, drawing out our pleasure. He eventually stills and rests some of his weight on top of me, keeping us joined for several long moments. We both remain silent in the aftermath of what feels like a turning point until he slides out and lowers himself onto the mattress beside me, pulling me into his arms.
“What happens now?” I ask softly.
“Now we have to talk to Walker and Duke,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
I’m about to respond when I hear the front door slam.
“Nash! How’s she doing?” Duke calls out.
Nash and I freeze; maybe we should have spoken to them about this first. Footsteps stomp down the hallway. Nash jumps up to get dressed, but there is no time. The bedroom door opens as Nash is pulling his pants back on, and Duke and Walker appear in the doorway. Both men take us in, their eyes moving from Nash to where I have the sheet wrapped around my body.
“I see you’ve been taking good care of our patient,” Duke says.
