I was shocked when I saw that my VIP customers were Tessa and her cousin, but from the look on her face, I knew instantly that she was just as surprised to see me. And the mischievous grin Kenna keeps giving me, I know she’s the one who planned the whole thing - and I’m pretty sure she’s up to something. My suspicions are confirmed when we’re only ten feet up the mountain and she lets out a small cry of panic.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, moving beside her.
“I can’t do this...” Kenna’s eyes are closed and her face has gone pale. Her plan all along was probably getting Tessa and me alone. But I have no doubt the woman is actually terrified right now.
“Come on, Kenna,” Tessa says. “You’re the one who wanted to do this, right? Face our fears. It’s totally safe. Nash said so himself.”
Kenna is shaking, her knuckles white as she clings to a rock. “I...I actually can’t...” She blows out a shaky breath. “You two go on.”
I slowly help Kenna back down to the ground.
Tessa frowns down at us. “Kenna—”
“Go, have fun,” Kenna says, color returning to her face when her feet are firmly planted on the ground. “I’ll meet you back at my place.”
Tessa is still clinging to her spot on the cliff. “I’m not leaving you again.” She struggles with figuring out where to put her foot.
“Stay there until I can help you,” I warn.
“I already paid for this,” Kenna tells her cousin. “One of us might as well have fun.”
“Fun would have been a spa day,” Tessa grumbles, making Kenna laugh.
“I’ll call one of the guys to come pick you up,” I tell her.
She shrugs. “Actually I could use the walk.” Then she says softly, “She’s been hurt, and she’s had a really shitty week. Be good to her.”
I nod, taking note. “Trust me,” I tell her. “I’m not letting her get away this time.”
Kenna smiles at me and nods. “You’re a good guy, Nash.”
“What are you two whispering about?” Tessa calls down, clearly frustrated.
“Nash was just telling me how much fun you’re going to have,” Kenna chuckles and I start climbing back up to Tessa.
I see the look Tessa gives her cousin, clearly aware that this was the plan all along.
“You’re not going to back out on me, are you?” I ask, grinning at her when I’m finally next to her.
She looks up, then down, then back at me and sighs. “Can you tell me exactly why we’re doing this?”
“Well, you paid for it,” I say, chuckling. “Me, I’m just excited about getting you to the top of these cliffs.”
“Why?”
I smirk. “You’ll see when we get up there.”
I’m close to her now, and if we weren’t wearing all this equipment, I’d kiss her and show her exactly what I have in mind. But the promise in my words is obviously enough, because she nods, and we start climbing.
I could scale these cliffs blindfolded, but most beginners struggle around midway. I expect Tessa to need a break, but she’s stronger than she looks, and she takes my guidance well.
“You’re going to need to push up on your right foot and reach for that ledge with your left hand,” I tell her when we’re almost at the top.
“I’m too short,” she says, her breathing labored.
“You’re not. You just have to push up and grab quick.”
She does what I said, and then she’s at the next ledge. “I did it.” She smiles at me, eyes beaming with accomplishment.
“You’re a natural,” I tell her.
“This was actually fun,” she says as she climbs the last few feet.
“So you’ll do it again?” I ask her, helping her to a safe spot away from the edge, then unbuckling her gear.
“Only if you’re my instructor.” She grins up at me, and I swear I could lose myself in those deep, brown eyes.
“There’s a lot of things I’d like to teach you.” I unclip her helmet, taking it off and leaning closer.
“Mmm, like what?” she asks, licking her lips.
“Close your eyes.”
She chuckles but does what I tell her. I can tell she thinks I’m about to kiss her, and I will, but first I want to show her why we do this. I take her shoulders and turn her slightly, pressing her back against my chest, and breathing her in.
“Okay, open them.”
She gasps when she does, and I smile as I imagine her taking in the scenery around us. We’re above the trees, almost one with the clouds, and the sun casts a golden glow across the forest and streams below us.
“It’s gorgeous,” she says.
“This. Right here. Is a small piece of heaven. It’s one of my favorite spots in the world. It makes you realize that right now, this moment, it’s all that matters.”
She turns in my arms. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
I laugh. “I didn’t create it, I only helped you get up here.”
“You make me feel fearless.”
I wrap my arms around her. “You don’t seem like someone who’s ever been ruled by fear.”
She sighs. “I think I was more ruled by playing things safe. But then my world came crashing down on me anyway.”
I cup her jaw, studying her, not knowing if I should push her for more information.
“Funny thing is, right now, with you, I’m okay.” A smile spreads across her lips. “Actually, I’m better than okay.” She leans up, her hands on my chest, dark eyes searching mine. “Right now is all that matters, right?”
“Yes, but...” I drag my thumb across her cheek, wanting her so damn bad, but not wanting to take advantage of her. I can see the desire in her eyes, the need to forget whatever painful thing happened to her. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes,” she breathes out. “I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more in a really long time. Make love to me, Nash. Please.”
She doesn’t have to beg. I’ve ached for her for far too long to deny either of our needs. So I pull her into my arms and kiss her.
Chapter Six
Tessa
When Nash pulls me into his arms, my heart pounds. I know this is fast. It’s so soon, but it’s also the only way I can feel in control of my life right now. I didn’t get a say in how my engagement ended, but I do get a say on how this afternoon goes.
And when Nash runs his hands over my body, I know exactly what I want to have happen.
Nash leads me to the yurt, pulling me down onto the thick cushions of the makeshift bed. The sun was beating down on us all day and we’re sweaty from the climb, but when Nash pulls off his t-shirt, revealing a ladder of abs, his muscles so chiseled and defined, the heat is intensified, and I swear it feels like we’re in a sauna.
In a good way.
I never felt this kind of attraction for Brent. Not for anyone but Nash. And maybe that was my problem. I’d settled.
“God, you’re so ripped,” I murmur, running my fingertips over his chest.
“Better than you remember?” He smirks down at me, but not in a cocky way. He’s confident, but not arrogant. And his own natural ease makes me bold.
I smile as I take off my tank top, and ease off my pants. In nothing but panties and a sports bra, I feel liberated and free. There’s no fear when I’m with him.
With Brent, my life had been ruled by fear. Fear of being enough, fear of saying the wrong thing, fear of never truly being happy. I realize in this moment that he did me a favor by screwing me over. Now I’m free to make my own choices. And right now, I choose Nash.
“Hmmm,” I say, allowing my fingers to play across his skin, his chest, his biceps. I can’t wait to touch every inch of him. “To be honest, everything I remember about that night was pretty great.” I smile up at him. “Your abs included.”
He runs his hand over my ass, squeezing my cheeks, and I whimper, his touch the only thing I want right now. “You know, people say your first time is never great, but those people
never fucked you.”
Grinning, I awkwardly try to get my sports bra off, laughing as I do.
“Need some help?” he asks.
“Please,” I say, lifting my arms straight in the air. He peels the stretchy fabric off and then runs his big, calloused hands over my breasts. They aren’t huge, but he seems to like that they’re palm-sized. Well, his palm-sized.
“God, you’re gorgeous, Tessa,” he says as I unzip his pants.
“Hold that thought,” I say, pushing down my panties.
He frowns. Then his eyebrows lift, and he lets out a big laugh. “Well, that’s not something you see every day.”
“You like it?” My shoulders shake, I’m laughing so hard. “I was scared it might get ruined during the climb,” I say, petting the crystals glued to my vajayjay.
“Well thank God it’s intact,” he says in mock seriousness. “What’s this called anyway?” he asks, guiding me to my back, so I’m lying on pillows.
“Getting Vajazzled.”
“Vagina ....zazzling?” He runs his hand over my pussy, taking in the glittering crystals.
“Technically, bedazzling. I had them applied to my lady bits to help make my wedding night more exciting.”
“Wedding?” His hand stills. “You’re married?”
I shake my head, wanting to be honest with the guy I’m hoping to sleep with. “The wedding was going to be tomorrow. But I caught him with my best friend a few days ago, called it off, then flew to Barley Ridge to escape the whole thing.” I scoff, feeling bitter. Jaded. Hurt. And wishing I could go back a few moments before when I felt liberated. But even though I know I’m better off without Brent, the betrayal hurts most of all. “I think they’re going to go on our honeymoon. Cruel, right?”
“Shit, Tess, that’s...”
“TMI?” I cringe, wondering why I told him the truth. I could have just gotten it on. My G.O.A.T. wouldn’t have been the wiser, but instead I felt compelled to spill the beans.
He runs his hands over my knees, spreading them apart, massaging my inner thighs, staring at me with an intensity I wasn’t prepared for.
“Say something,” I say, hating the drawn out silence.
“I’m sorry, Tessa,” he says softly. “What a fucking shit-bag.”
“Right?” I say exhaling. “And to think I could have married the guy.”
He kisses my vajazzle and a tingling sensation washes over me. I was scared Nash might pull back when he heard the truth, but instead, I’m seeing this softer side. And I like it.
“Seriously, and you went to all this trouble.” He runs his hand over the jewels, my knees dropping as he caresses me. “Gluing glitter to your pussy. The bastard didn’t deserve you.”
“To be honest,” I sigh, overcome by the way it feels to be touched by the man I’ve been fantasizing about for years. “I did the vajazzling for myself, not for him.”
“Good girl,” he says, leaning down, his mouth on my belly, my thighs. “Your pussy belongs to no man - and it doesn’t sound like he would have appreciated it.”
I smile, running my fingers through Nash’s hair. “Is it weird to be talking about my ex when your tongue is...oh,” I whimper when he flicks my clit expertly.
I can feel him smile as he licks me up and down, so slowly my back arches and I wonder if it’s possible to orgasm with a single flick of the tongue. I think if it’s Nash’s tongue we’re talking about the answer is yes.
“In this moment, all I care about is you being happy. Who am I to judge if talking about a motherfucker turns you—”
I cut him off. “No. He’s not worth the words. Right now, I want this. You and me and memory lane.”
“I think there are rhinestones in my mouth,” he says, looking up at me, laughing, his warm hand on my pussy, fingering me ever so slowly.
“Sorry.”
“Shhh, you need to relax now, Tessa. Let me take good care of you.”
So I do. I lie down and let him work his magic all over my body, his hands massaging my breasts, my ass, his mouth on my nipples, sucking so sweetly, making my pussy wet with desire. He fingers me hard, in a way I haven’t experienced since all those nights ago, and I cry out in pleasure as an orgasm begins to run through me. I gasp, squeezing my eyes tight, trying to let go and hold on all at the same time.
It’s been so long since a man touched me like this - so completely. He knows my needs and is meeting them, and it makes me want to meet his needs too.
I take hold of his cock, eager and ready to play with him, to stroke him until his big thick shaft is iron steel.
“God that feels good,” he groans as I roll him to his back and dip my mouth to his thickness. He is a velvety rod of power and as I open my mouth, licking him, taking him, coaxing his creamy release to the tip, he continues to finger me, making my pussy pour with pleasure.
“Shit, Tessa.” His voice is ragged with desire. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” He pulls me up to him and kisses me.
My body is on fire and I crawl on top of him, wanting to sink down on his cock, to ride him until the sun goes down, and until it comes back up.
This, right now, feels like I am living. Like I am a queen - not Brent’s, not Nash’s - but royalty in my own right. And there is something about Nash that makes me believe he understands, that he sees that in me.
“You okay?” he asks, running his hands over my back, drawing my lips to his mouth. I lift my ass, moving his big cock to the one place it belongs, and he begins to fill me.
“Yes,” I whimper, but his girth is so immense that I gasp, pull back and take a deep breath.
“Fuck, I don’t want to hurt you,” he tells me, and his words are familiar. I remember when he said them to me before. God, Nash really is the greatest of all time. His cock is a powerhouse and I smile, pushing past the moment of pain and letting him take over, to take me to the edge the way only he can do.
And he does.
It’s better than I remember, Nash and me.
He fucks me hard, and long, and with a hunger that matches my own. It’s the best sex of my life. And that’s what this is - sex. I have no illusions that it’s anything more. But I don’t care. It’s what I need.
I bounce on top of his length, my tits in his mouth, his hands running over every inch of me, my pussy filled with his huge cock and I cry out his name. His abs are firm, and I press my hands against them, holding on for dear life because when I ride Nash, it’s like I’m setting sail for a brand new continent. That's what being with Nash is like, and that is how he got his title. And I know after this day, no man will ever compare.
Nash moves inside of me and he cups my face with his hands, those gorgeous blue eyes studying me, a mix of passion and something else. Something I can’t read. But the look has my heart beating faster, and I feel connected to him in this moment more than I’ve ever felt connected to another person.
“What?” I pant when he smiles up at me. “What is it?”
“You’re better than I remembered, Tessa.”
“Things get better with age, right?” I say, chuckling as I grab his shoulders, and he rolls on top of me, making me cry out as he takes control.
“You’re living proof,” he tells me, this time leading the way as he thrusts inside of me, making my body explode with ecstasy. And I hold on tight, enjoying more than the ride.
I’m having the best pre-wedding night sex of my life.
Chapter Seven
Nash
When we get back to the Adrenaline Rush HQ, it’s after dark. We walk to my car since Kenna left with the one she came in. I offered to drive her back to her cousin’s place, but where I really want to take her is back to my bed.
But Tessa was quiet on the way down the mountain. And I can tell she’s pulled into herself, her thoughts consuming her. And I get it.
I know she’s had one hell of a week.
And one hell of a day. I don’t want to push her, but I also don’t want her to go. I want her to c
ome back to my loft, to sleep in my bed. To wake up by my side.
Shit, one solid day with this girl and it’s hook, line, and sinker. I’m hers.
“Want to come home with me?” I ask, wrapping my arms around her.
“That sounds great, but...” She twists her lips, and I can tell her mind has gone someplace else. “I should get back to Kenna’s.”
“Right, of course,” I say, pulling back. Not wanting to push myself on her, but hell, I want her. And not just because I want to be buried inside of her again. I want so much more than just sex. But I know she’s not thinking the same thing. Hell, she was supposed to be getting married tomorrow to another guy. Her head and heart aren’t in the same place as mine. But I can be patient, because the thought of losing her again shreds me.
We get in my truck and I drive her to Kenna’s, tapping the steering wheel as I make my way down the dark, mountain roads toward the suburbs.
Tessa has gone from a bubbly-vejazzled-orgasm-queen to being quiet as a mouse.
“Everything okay?” I ask, reaching over and taking her hand. She doesn’t pull away, but I can feel the wall she’s slowly built between us.
“Totally.” She smiles tightly, unrolling the window. The breeze feels nice, the sweet scent of the pine trees wafting around us. The moon is full and heavy, and so is the air.
“The moon was full the night we met, too,” I say, not liking the silence.
“I remember,” she says softly. “We were out under the stars. On a blanket.”
“That whole night felt like it was out of a high school movie. Basic guy losing his virginity with the rich girl.”
“What?” she whips her head around, brows drawn down. “And who am I in this scenario?”
“The rich—” I stop talking, realizing how that might come across. “Okay, calling you the rich girl sounds bad. But you know, the Ivy League girl, the one who is so much more polished than the guy headed out for boot camp. That’s why I figured you gave me the wrong number. Girls like you—”
“Girls like me?” she says, her words dripping with frustration and a hint of anger. She pulls her hand away and crosses her arms. “And what exactly am I?”
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