Dating the Defensive Back (The Nash Brothers Book 1)
Chapter 9

Those Abs Though

I’m not sure if I’ve ever been so sure and simultaneously so nervous about anything in my entire life before.

Gone from my brain are all thoughts of my ex as I step onto the elevator with Grayson Nash.

This is really happening.

He’s taking me up to his hotel room.

He wants to see me again.

At some point, I’ll need to fess up to my true identity. I should probably do it before we have sex. But I replace that I’m enjoying being Cookie. I’m still one hundred percent me, and it’s true that on occasion I’ve had people call me Cookie because of my kitchen sink cookies. I’m just leaving out the teeny-tiny detail that a decade ago, we were in the same place at the same time—a place which was not the right place at the right time.

But today is.

We’re alone as the elevator doors slide closed, and it feels like the heat amps up a few degrees between us as he pulls on my hand, which he’s still holding, and I fall into his chest.

He bends down as his hand comes up to palm my neck like he did in the back of the car, and his lips drop down to mine. I sink into him as I open my mouth to his again, and he backs us up until I’m pressed between his body and the elevator wall.

There’s something beautiful about being kissed by Grayson, and it feels as if I’ll never get enough of it. I link my arms around his torso as we make out on this elevator. His one palm still cups my neck, and the other slides down until his fingertips replace my hip.

The elevator slides to a halt with a ding to let us know we have arrived on our floor, and we reluctantly break away. He moves his arm around my shoulders, and I reach up to grab onto the hand around my shoulder as I look up at him. A tiny smile plays at his lips as he looks down at me, and I smile back at him.

We walk together like that off the elevator and down the hall toward his room, and he slides his phone out of his pocket to unlock his door. He opens the door, and I gasp as I look into the suite.

It’s a corner suite, and it’s…simply breathtaking. It has wraparound views of the Vegas Strip on one side and the skyline with mountain views out the other window. I’m in awe as I look around the place.

I guess this is what a big-money pro football contract gets you. It’s most definitely not what a pastry chef at a bakery off-Strip gets you.

A large sectional sofa looks out over the view, and a door leads into another room—presumably the bedroom.

A bar is set up along an interior wall with six stools, and an open bag of Tootsie Rolls sits on the surface beside a bottle of Hendricks. I’m not sure what one man needs all this space for, but I’m really happy he decided to bring me up here.

I head over toward the window and touch the glass, looking out over the view. It’s just after nine, and the lights of the Strip twinkle across the highway. “Wow,” I breathe. I slip my phone out of my pocket to take a picture if only because I feel like I may never see this view again. I never want to forget the wonder and the pure magic I feel right now.

He chuckles as he watches me in the reflection of the glass, and then he nods toward the bar. “Would you like a drink?”

I turn around to face him, and despite the size of the room, all I can see is him. He’s a force, that’s for sure.

I shake my head. I don’t want another drink. I’m just tipsy enough to think this is still a good idea—just tipsy enough to mask my inhibitions. Just tipsy enough to give myself over to the boy I’ve had a crush on since I was a kid.

I take a few steps away from the window and back toward him. “I only want one thing right now.”

We’re mere feet away from each other, and he closes the gap, wrapping an arm around my waist and hauling me to him. “And what might that be?”

“You.”

His lips crash down to mine, and this kiss is more aggressive than the previous two. It’s faster and more urgent as his mouth opens and his tongue assaults mine in the most heavenly way.

His hand slides from my waist down to my hip and then up my torso, stopping short of my breast. My body seems to automatically move into him, urging his hand up, and he does it. I moan, spurring him on. He moves both hands under my thighs and lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist as I move my arms around his neck. He carries us over to the couch, and I unhook my legs from around him as he sits. I rest one leg on either side of him.

He thrusts his hips up toward me, and it’s clear he’s ready for this. He’s hard, and I’m wet, and it’s time.

I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment—not just with Grayson, but with any man. We make out for a bit on the couch, his hands roaming up my back and into my hair as I do the same with him, and then he pulls back.

His eyes are hooded as they land on mine. His lips are swollen from our kiss, and he looks so freaking sexy in this moment that I nearly have a tiny orgasm just looking at him.

He shifts me so I’m lying on my back, and he’s so smooth, moving the two of us so easily as he hovers over me, his mouth moving back to mine and his body slamming against me like he’s having sex with me only with our clothes on. I wrap my legs around his waist as he drives against me again and again, a desperate plea escaping my lips in the form of a moan.

He lifts off me and reaches his hand between us, cupping my pussy over my jeans. I take the opportunity to slide my hand over his jeans, too, to feel his steel cock through the fabric.

I let out a little moan at the feel of him just as he lifts his hand and slides it down into my jeans. He stays on the outside of my panties, teasing me as my chest lights up with thrills and a rough, needy ache pulses between my legs.

I reach up under his shirt and feel the warm, smooth skin of his back before I allow my hands to trail back around to his stomach. I feel the outline of muscles there even from this angle, and I want to see it all.

I push him back, and he settles onto his knees as I reach for the bottom of his shirt. He’s too tall from the angle where I replace myself, so he helps, ripping his shirt off over his head, and…

Whoa.

Holy shit.

He’s stacked.

He’s a pro athlete, and my eyes fall to the muscles in his abdomen. One, two, three…ten. At least ten. I’ve never seen a ten-pack before. I’m not even sure I’ve ever seen a six-pack in person before.

If he catches my ogling, he ignores it as he reaches for the bottom of my shirt, too. He pulls it off, and he spots the black bra I wore today. I didn’t think I’d actually end up in a man’s hotel room tonight, so I didn’t put a whole lot of extra effort into my choice. It’s just a simple black bra from Target, but his eyes still heat when he reaches around to unhook it. He pulls it off and tosses it to the side, and he ogles me for a few beats.

And honestly?

The way he looks at me makes me feel like I’m the fucking queen of the world.

He clears his throat, and he glances away from me and out the window for a few beats.

“You okay?” I whisper, unable to actually make my voice work.

“Yeah. I just…need a minute.”

My brows dip. “For what?” That’s definitely my naivete and inexperience talking.

“Well, if I keep looking at you like that looking at me like that, I’m not gonna make it to the big show.”

“The big—ohhh,” I say, cutting myself off.

“Exactly. The big O.”

I giggle. He really is pretty funny.

He gets up off the couch and turns toward the window for a beat before looking at me again. “Why does this feel different?”

I shrug and twist my lips a little. “Because it is different, Grayson.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “I just…don’t understand why. I don’t even know you.”

But you do.

I can’t bring myself to say the words. Instead, I stand and walk over toward him, trying not to feel the vulnerability that comes with walking topless through the room. He pulls me in against him when I get close enough. “Sometimes things just don’t make sense, I guess.”

He lowers his mouth to mine again, and he kisses me slowly. Sensually. With tenderness and abandon at the same time.

He stops the kiss first, and he grabs my hand. He leads me into the bedroom, and he literally sweeps me off my feet and sets me down on the bed. He heads over toward his suitcase perched on a rack to the side, and he grabs a condom out of it as I kick off my shoes.

He kicks his off, too, and then he walks back toward me as he slides the condom into his back pocket as if he’s saving that for later—as if he has other plans first.

He flicks the button on my jeans before he lowers them down my legs along with my panties in one fell swoop, and I’m suddenly naked on his bed.

And I feel…

Not nervous.

Not vulnerable.

Not awkward.

I feel free. I feel beautiful, as if the way his eyes are set on me is making me beautiful. I feel like the only woman in his world with the way his attention is focused solely on me. And it makes me feel confident and sexy…two things I don’t know if I’ve ever felt before in the same space, and just because of the way he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me.

I wait for him to make a move as I lie there, his gaze moving over the contours of my body as if he’s deciding what he wants to do.

A shiver rushes down my spine.

He takes a step toward me, and he circles my ankles with his fingertips. He yanks my body until I’m at the edge of the bed, and then he kneels down on the floor between my legs, pushing my knees open as he rests my ankles on his shoulders.

Oh my God.

He’s going to do it.

It’s the thing I always wished my ex would do, but the thing he rarely did.

Grayson presses soft kisses to my inner thigh, the scruff on his jawline tickling me as he moves closer and closer to my center, and when he sticks his tongue out for the first taste against my clit, my hips jerk off the bed.

He chuckles as he moves his face out of the way by reflex, and then he holds me down with an arm banding across my stomach as he licks into me again.

I grip onto the sheets as he sucks on my clit. I think I’m already seeing stars from the onslaught of pleasure, and he’s barely even gotten started.

But I can’t help it.

He knows what he’s doing with that mouth of his.

He pulls back but doesn’t move his eyes from my pussy. “Your cunt tastes so fucking good.” His words hum against my body, and he moves back in, flicking my clit with his tongue before he flattens it and moves it down, and then he dips it inside me.

Yep, that’s it. That’s the thing.

“Oh my God!” I cry out as he moves his tongue in and out of me, and then he flattens it again and moves up toward my clit.

It’s a million sensations all at once, but when he brings his other hand up and pushes a finger in while he licks my clit, I’m seconds from falling apart.

He moves the arm banded across my stomach and he grapples with my breast, thumbing my nipple in time as he works my pussy with his mouth and finger. He adds in a second finger, and it’s too much.

The climax hits me as if from out of nowhere. I squeeze my legs together around his ears as I moan and scream and swear his name. He fights his way through it, continuing to deliver absolute bliss as my body contracts and pulses with beat after beat of hot pleasure.

Once the pulsing starts to slow to a low throb and I release his head from my knee-lock grip, he rocks back onto his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before his eyes replace mine.

“Jesus, Cookie. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

A lazy smile plays at my lips, and I feel like jelly as I lay here on the bed. “That was incredible.”

“If you think that was good, you should see how I fuck.” His arrogant words take my breath away.

“I’m ready,” I pant. “Give it to me.”

He lifts to a stand, and he pulls the condom out of his back pocket. He tosses it on the bed beside me, and then he drops his jeans.

He’s going commando, and I get the absolute treat of seeing Grayson Nash and all his completely naked glory standing in front of me.

My eyes move from those ridiculously perfect abs down a little lower to the perfect cut of a V leading down to his very hard, very large, very incredible cock.

My jaw drops a little as I take in naked Grayson for the first time. He’s reaching for the condom, and I can’t help but stare at his cock.

There’s no way. There’s just no way that thing is going to fit into this thing.

“Whoa,” I breathe.

He chuckles as he rolls it on, and I can’t tell if he’s a little vulnerable here or if it’s cockiness.

“That’s, uh…that’s quite an um…”

“Is there an end to these sentences?” he teases.

“It’s big. You’re…big.” My dumb, stupid mouth forms even dumber, stupider words.

He twists his lips as he moves to hover over me. “You can take it.” He lowers his lips to mine, and I pull back a little nervously.

My eyes meet his. “Go slow, okay?”

He nods, and he grips himself and swipes through my slit, teasing my sensitive clit again with the head of his dick this time.

The thought that he’s about to take my virginity pulses through my mind.

I’ve had fingers in there before. I’ve even had a vibrator or two in there. Not at the same time or anything, but enough to break through that layer to not give me away as a virgin.

But a cock this size has not yet entered the premises. There’s no turning back now, though—not that I want to. I’m ready for this. I’m ready for him. He primed me up with that tongue thing he did, and this is it.

His eyes meet mine as he lines himself up, and he pushes just the tip in.

Oh dear Lord.

That’s really…that’s something else. It feels both good and different at the same time.

“Oh fuck, that’s so tight.” He inches his way in slowly. “Yes, baby. You can take it.” He drops his lips to my neck. “God, that’s so good. Does it hurt?”

Tears fill my eyes as he achingly slowly pushes his way in—not because it hurts, but because this is a moment I’ve dreamed of for so damn long. It’s emotional and heavy and at the same time beautiful and light. “No,” I squeak. “It feels so good. Give it to me, Grayson.”

He pushes in a little more.

“Is it all the way in?” I beg.

“No, baby. Not by a long shot.”

“God, just do it,” I say, and he takes me at my word.

He thrusts all the way in, and it’s a shock to my system as I adjust to his size. I yelp because it hurts, but not unbearably. It’s more like a pain lined with pleasure, and I’ll take the pain just so I can feel one second of intense pleasure with this man.

“You okay?” he whispers, holding himself steady inside me.

“Oh, God, yes,” I moan as my pussy seems to throb all around him.

He inches back with a grunt, and I can tell he’s putting everything into moving slowly when he just wants to slam into me.

My body seems to adjust to him, and he pulls back before driving in again. He’s controlled and skilled as he moves almost tenderly, like he doesn’t want to hurt me even though he wants to replace his own release, too.

It’s sweet and endearing, and it opens a little piece of my heart that seems to latch onto him in this moment.

I’ll always remember my first. I’ll always remember this moment.

His mouth replaces mine, and I taste my own spicy tang on his tongue as it swirls against mine. I dig my nails into his back as he pushes forward, his drives still slow as he replaces a rhythm that works for both of us.

I move beneath him, writhing against him, wanting friction but scared to ask for it, scared it’ll hurt, scared I’ll fall for him only to be cast aside as a one-night fling.

He pulls back, his eyes replaceing mine again as he starts to move a little faster still, and I nod, giving him the green light. I still feel a sense of discomfort, but the good outweighs the bad as he picks up the pace. The heat between us is palpable, and his chest glides against my sensitive nipples.

He lifts off me a little and reaches up to grip my nipple between his fingertips, and I whimper beneath him.

He forces himself to slow down again, and I feel like I need him to move faster. I wrap my legs around his waist, and that seems to give me a wider berth for him to move. I dig my heels into his ass to spur him on, and he lets go of my nipple to brace himself before he starts to really pound into me.

God, it hurts so good.

I moan and close my eyes, tilting my head back as my breasts jiggle between us. He grunts and growls with each thrust, and he kicks up the speed a little more as he moves closer to his release.

“Fuck, baby, yes,” he growls, and he pushes in and holds himself there as a guttural moan rises up from his chest.

He hammers in a few more short thrusts as he starts to relax into me, and he kisses me for a beat. This kiss is long and deep as he worships my mouth with his, and then he slowly edges his way out.

My pussy hurts as he drops out, and he reaches down between us with his fingers. He rubs slow, lazy circles on my clit as he bends down and drags my nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it as he dips his finger back into me, and the sweet relief of one finger after he filled me with his enormous size is a godsend. He pulls it out and slides my wetness over my clit, and the edges of pleasure start to close in on me as my body bends beneath his touch.

I have some warning this time, but the orgasm plows hard into me as I start to come.

“Fuck yes, baby girl, give me all that come,” he murmurs as I drench his fingers. I claw at his shoulder with one hand as I clutch the sheets with my other, and when the pleasure passes through me, I’m left with a warm, soft glow.

And as he moves to settle in beside me and my head replaces the perfect nook between his shoulder and his chest, I replace myself in a space I’m not ready to move from anytime soon.