Hot Texas Flash, page 15
“You’re burning, soaking, tell me what you need baby.”
“The same thing as you.”
When my fingers slide between her thighs a deep, guttural sound comes out of me and causes Elizabeth to stir.
Don’t let her wake up now.
“Fuck yes baby…you’re slick, so perfect.”
I slip my fingers into her soaked pussy bringing a small moan from her. When I pull them out and put my fingers to my mouth to taste her juices, she whimpers and pushes back into me.
“I have to taste you.”
And I go back into her to stroke her and circle her clit with my thumb.
“I need to sink my cock in you. Will Lizzie be okay?”
She whines, lifts her firm ass up to me.
“I’ll hold her.”
While I glide my wet cock along her swollen seam, I can sense she’s not far from an orgasm. I push into her heat from behind and stop to catch myself so I don’t come.
“Girl, I can’t live without this.”
I advance more to give her my full length. It’s only a few good strokes when Flash pours her cum over me the first time. I ride her right into another climax as she tries to not move too much. My effort to be gentle is a failure and I pump into this tight pussy with way too much force.
“You sweet woman…” comes out on a groan.
Desire overruns me and tension makes my body go rigid, lights play in my head and I fill her with streams of warm seed. I’d be a happy man if they took hold to grow my child in her. She needs to be tired to me every way possible. Tremors run down my arms and back from the pure thrill she gives me. After I ease into relaxation, I steal little kisses.
“This is the way we’re supposed to be, Angel…just like this.”
My cock’s still in her, she moves her hand down to run her fingers along the rim of where we connect.
“I’ve missed you, Nash.”
My whole being sighs in relief and I pull her closer.
Chapter 23
Flash
The giggles of this little girl wake me and I find us still spooned together. It’s not a surprise at how comfortable I am but sparks of anger flair and I wish they didn’t. Nash lays against my neck and I think how it thrills me too much.
“Here you are,” he whispers. I pick up Lizzie and move her to peek over at her daddy. “And here’s my other best girl.”
He talks to her, plays with her hands as she giggles and grins. I become speechless from the sheer joy of being this close with them.
“And you, did you sleep?” I hold her up to play like she’s a puppet. “DaDa,” I mimic. She goes silly, wiggles and bounces up and down.
“It was perfect with two adorable bed buddies,” he answers to play along with our little game.
“I think he’s sweet talking us, Liz,” making her giggle more.
“I am. I’ll start coffee on my way out. I have to bathe this one and give her breakfast.”
He rolls to me. “To wake up with you is… flawless.”
“It’s a night I’ll remember.” I kiss his cheek.
“Me too baby.”
He remembers where the coffee is, makes a pot and comes back to sit on the side of the bed. His hand runs alone my shoulder up to my jaw.
“… missed this. I’ve died a million times since I left Arizona,” it comes out gruff revealing emotions he’s trying to hide.
“It’s been horrible.” I agree with him.
I hug him but I don’t say more. Fear tugs at my stomach. When I hear my internal voice tell me I brought a lot of it on myself because I wouldn’t listen to Nash. I wonder if I really did?
I didn’t give him the chance to tell me what happened. I didn’t even know he was raising Lizzie. Am I at fault in this more than I realize? He called to tell me, and I shot him down. Is that what really happened?
The whole thing took place before I knew him. It’s not like he cheated on me. What a screwed-up mess I am. If it’s true, why am I so out of control mad about it?
I watch him walk away toward his trailer. He’s beyond good looks, sex slides off him like sheets of light and he doesn’t have a clue.
His muscles are bulked more now, arms bigger, more defined and cut. His face is thinner with that classic jaw line shaved close. I guess he did the same thing I did…try to lift more to work off the heart pain.
He’s gentle with his child and clearly knows how to take care of her. He’s not intimidated at all. This big man with hands larger than her body is so careful with her. Then I remember how he handled me with that same gentle care. Yet other times he moved me with powerful strength, forceful and rough with passion, as if I was the weight of a piece of string.
It’s hard to realize he made his decision about this child based on what I said about my life. He did the right thing for her, that I know.
How many men would take a baby to raise alone under these conditions? Not many. Nash is a lot better man than I knew. So why do I feel scared? Pain. Yes, it has great ability to control people. I can’t let him hurt me again.
My love for him overwhelms me. I’d convinced myself I was almost over him, I said I could move on and forget him. After all, isn’t that why I’m at this event? To forget him, have some fun and get on with my life?
Tears slide down my face. I want to grab him and tell him how much I missed him. What stops me? Instantly I know the answer.
I want to hate him for putting his child in another woman.
When my cell buzzes, I wonder if it’s Juan with a problem but it’s Nash, my heart skips a beat and I just saw him.
“Lizzie is that you?” I can’t help but tease him.
“This is her daddy and your daddy. Breakfast is ready, hurry before it gets cold.”
Click. No way not to chuckle. A last look in the mirror and I’m out the door. I knock at Nash’s trailer door.
“You don’t need to knock honey.” The baby bounces, squealing, her arms out for me to pick her up. “I haven’t seen her so taken with anyone the way she is with you.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“I’d say excellent. The both of you are cute as a button when she does it, her eyes light up, yours do too.”
“It does make me feel a bit special.”
He plates our food, pours coffee, and pulls me into his arms for a kiss before he lets me sit. “So beautiful.”
“Cold eggs?”
He laughs, sits me down but not before a slap on my ass. There’s no doubt he’s happy with the way I look and feel. We had it so perfect. Until it wasn’t.
After Lizzie is set up in her playpen, we readied for the games, excited for the challenge. Already I saw Nash put a hard face on a guy coming to talk with me about one of the games, he changed his mind and turned back.
“What did you just do?” I asked in a light tone, smiling. I’m not interested in an argument.
“Gave him the death glare.”
“But we’re on the same team. We need to plan a strategy.”
“The only strategy he’s planning is how to get you under him. There’s time before you go into the arena to discuss your technique.”
“Nash, you don’t get to control my activities without input from me.”
He’s quick to come in closer, he’s harsh, firm.
“I won’t allow a man to dry fuck you right in front of me.”
“I didn’t see that.”
“I saw it.”
“So I should put killer eyes on the women who hit on you?”
“I sure wish you would. I’m sick of their kind.”
We’re dead on our feet by the end of day and decide on a dinner we can grill. The tension from earlier has melted away though not completely. This is our last night here then we’ll leave in opposite directions tomorrow.
No, that’s not what I want. I feel crazed at the thought. I can’t even think about being away from him, but I need more time to rise above what happened. I’m still hurt that he didn’t come back to resolve it.
I needed him to fix this. Yeah, I know. That sounds self-centered even to me. He did more than most men and I shot him down many times. Damn it. Maybe I’m more angry with myself than him.
“You’re very quiet tonight, should we talk about it?” I have to ask.
He hasn’t spoken about where we are as a couple, not directly and I can’t make any decision until he makes his intentions known. I think I know how he feels but it’s hard to believe. And I also know assumption is the mother-fuck-up of all time. I just made that mistake when I made a snap decision without enough information. And that separated us.
“Spend the night here so Lizzie will be in her crib. After I get her down, we’ll talk.” There’s a trace of urgency.
“I’ll miss her snuggling into me.”
“I’ll stand in for her.”
His voice is full of the heat I like to see knowing what it leads to.
When I step out of the shower Nash is leaning against the door frame, his shirt off, the cut muscles in his arms and chest on full display. I want to take those jeans down and suck his cock into my mouth. He grabs the towel from me, goes to one knee to dry my legs, stops and mumbles into the v of my groin then works his way up higher.
“I’ve thought of this all day,” he scoops me up and places me on the bed, grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge. Then I feel his warmth on me, his tongue on my clit. My gasp makes him chuckle.
“Every time you’re surprised. I thought you’d know by now I need the taste of your pussy.”
No words form as he pushes me closer to a release and I fully realize just how much I’ve missed this man’s touch. He’s relentless in his attack of me, I can’t lay still, and my hips reach up to him seeking more. Soon it becomes too intense and I need him in me.
“Up here, please.”
He moves me up on the bed, cages me in between his arms and devours my breast.
“Let me taste you, Nash…you’ve never let me before.”
“Anything you want Angel.”
He moves up, glides the head of his cock along my lips letting me lick the drops of leaking cum. My hands take hold of him at the root of his gorgeous cock pulling him to my open mouth.
“Yes… this is it.” I whisper.
“Fuck! So good baby. Keep doing that.”
My tongue glides the full length of his shaft as he shutters, and I suck him in as deep as I can. He’s big, rock hard and I fight to take him in. His hand fists my hair to angle my position. I could come easily sucking this beautiful man. Maybe my moans tell him that.
“Girl…I need to fuck your gorgeous mouth.”
He strokes in and out of my mouth watching me, our eyes connect and he groans. My hand is fitted at the base of him pumping up on his hardness as my mouth and tongue work down.
“Why didn’t I let you do this before….”
He becomes more engorged and I think he’ll come soon. I suck him in more, he strokes into my mouth and throat deeper. Then he pulls away.
“Spread.” He pushes my legs open with his body. “This cock needs to go right in here.”
Gliding the wet head along my seam. With one hard stroke he enters my soaked channel. I suck in a big breath of air.
“This, Nash.” I hear myself beg for more. “Yes…please.”
His moans send me farther into the essence of the orgasm that races through my core in search of the moment it can shatter me.
My head is leaning back to expose my neck where his little bites draws a yelp from me, and he kisses it better. Only to move up and nibble my lips then take my mouth with such a force of lust I can no longer think. When he moves down and nips at my nipple, I mumble things that are incoherent.
His thrust become harder, faster, and he growls my name with each one piercing deeper into me. I lift into him to meet each stroke. What a needy thing I am.
“You need more baby?”
I moan as a yes and he pounds into me with more force giving me just what I need.
We erupt together and mix our hot cum—his body rigid, shaking, sweat drops fall onto me. I tremble and vibrate with each aftershock as we lay wrapped together gasping in air. When Nash rolls off me, he takes me with him and nuzzles his face into me.
“Every time, I want you more.” He pulls me to him. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
“I’d be sad if you did.”
He raises up braces on his arm.
“I can’t leave here without a marriage date, sooner than later. These past months were pure hell—can’t repeat them.”
He’s tender, gentle as he pulls a strand of my hair twisting it around his finger gazing at it as if it’s rare strings of gold.
“You’re the kind of woman a man can’t forget. I keep saying the same thing and you’re probably tired of hearing it, but I love you to the point I’m a worthless fool without you.”
“I care for you to that same point. You in Texas, me in Arizona, is not a pleasant experience. At the same time, there’s parts of what happened that I need to resolve before I can step forward.”
“What date, Flash,” he mummers across my lips.
“I’d like to have at least 6 months to re-establish our relationship.” He pulls back.
“Are you telling me you don’t love me enough to marry me?” The hurt in his face shows.
“That’s not what I said. I just think we need to reconnect and get back to where we were before we can get married.”
“We didn’t disconnect.”
Why am I hesitant? To marry him would be my dream come true, but I just hedged. Why? My gut churns to nausea.
“It sounds like you’re backing out.”
“I’m not, but I do need to clear my mind.”
“That’s good, Angel because you’re mine, you need to remember that fact. I’m not leaving you in my rear-view mirror.”
Lizzie does her thing where she almost cries, and Nash moves to get up.
“I’ll check, she’s on my side.”
When I get to her crib the blanket is under her leg which stopped her movement. I straighten it out and she’s right back to sleep.
As I crawl back into bed, I feel his hand take my wrist.
“Get over here,” pulling me on top of him. “To watch you take care of Liz makes my cock come alive more than it already does, it’s a comforting sight to my heart. To make you my wife and put our baby in you is what I want.”
Not a single word comes to me so I say nothing.
He crushes his mouth on mine and I melt again, my resolve out the window. His strong hands lift me up then he sits me down on his thick, hard cock.
I don’t know how many times we made love, but the sun peaked in the window and woke up the baby who’s ready to eat.
When I inch my eyes open, he’s propped up over me, his fingers glide over my cheek.
“I’ll always love you Flash, no matter where I am, or where you are. Call me when you get things figured out and you’re ready to accept me.”
How can this be? I’ve screwed it all up again. I feel his hurt so strong in spite of the calm show he’s putting on. I slip my clothes on and go to the kitchen where he makes breakfast. Automatically my arms go around his waist from behind.
“I love you Nash, Lizzie, too.” He turns around to me, lifts me off the floor to kiss me.
“I know you do baby. I need you to be sure, to lose your anger.”
His hug is loving, his face buried in my neck before he puts me down and turns back to the stove.
I hug Lizzie and chatter to her for a minute then walk out the door.
If taking time to work it out is the right thing for me to do, why am I numb? Why has my heart split into…again? Why do I feel like giving up on life and all it includes?
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I get inside my trailer just in time to puck my guts out, then cry, then scream.
I drag through a shower, ready the trailer to load my horses and I pull out of the fairgrounds within 30 minutes. If I drive hard as hell, I’ll be home in Arizona late tonight.
Then I can lay down and quit life. I’m too screwed up to figure any of it out.
The week drags by in spite of my heavy load here at the ranch. I add more to the list trying to get above the craziness in my head. Countless times a day I pick up the phone to call him, but I don’t. I can’t say why totally. I’m hurt, mad, pissed off. I can’t let it go. Can’t do this. How in hell can he fuck a woman and not remember doing it?
My heart aches to the shattering point confirming that I’m broken in all ways. I’m so distracted I let a young horse throw me off and had to get x-rays. How nuts is that? I refused the surgery on two broken fingers and took splints instead. That hasn’t happened in years. Not a good sign.
David calls me often now. And I’m glad he does…even if he tries to persuade me to call Nash.
“Listen, David. He hasn’t called me, why do you think I should call him?”
“Because you won’t find another man who loves you like he does, that’s why.”
“Maybe you’re right. I don’t know.”
“You’re being stubborn sis. Don’t do this to yourself or to him. I can hear how unhappy you are. And you’re unfocused to the max to come off that horse and break bones.”
“I’m doing the best I can, David. I’d like to resolve this craziness inside me, trust me, I do. I just can’t seem to get it done.”
“Just call him.”
“I’ll think about it. I promise.”
“Stop thinking and call him!”
I’m not sure how many weeks have passed now, a few months I’d guess, but I fight to not remember. I’m the proverbial dead man walking who feels nothing, wants nothing, who tries to forget everything.
I’ve finished the first phase of training on Nash’s colt and his gelding, so I make arrangements for John to haul his horses to David’s. I can’t bear to see anyone. David will know all the cues and be able to explain them to Nash.
I sent an email to say they were on their way and thanked him for letting me do the training. What I got back was a polite thank you. Okay.
