Nash Security Solutions

by Lola Silverman

  The rush of endorphins left her feeling high as a kite. She sighed and groaned and felt as though she were going to melt right into a puddle all at the same time. Moments later, she was grabbing at Nash and pulling him toward her. She needed him. She would always need him.

  EVERY SINGLE TIME Nash made love to Ava, he felt as though he had won the lottery. The woman was passion incarnate, and she wanted him. It was flattering and almost shocking all at the same time.

  His cock was so hard. He fumbled open the fastenings of his dress slacks and managed to get his erection into his hand without scraping himself raw on the zipper. His hand trembled on his cock. He needed her so badly. He always needed her. It didn’t matter that he had fucked her in bed this morning or that they’d made love in the shower. With Ava, it was always like this. His need for her was primal and absolute.

  He positioned himself at her entrance and felt the familiar slide of his cock into her hot, wet channel. She was so tight and so perfect. He pressed into her body until he felt as though he would go mad with the slow penetration. Finally, she was the one who could wait no longer.

  Ava wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed until he had thrust deep inside her pussy. She sighed with satisfaction just as Nash began to move inside her. He flexed his buttocks and gently set a quick rhythm of steady strokes that never failed to bring them both pleasure.

  She lifted her hands to his chest and placed her hands flat against his dress shirt. They hadn’t bothered to undress, since they were technically still guests at the party. Nash didn’t care. He was too busy enjoying the feel of his wife’s pussy. If anyone wanted to argue with him about that, he’d be happy to put his fist in their face.

  “Jason,” she moaned. “Jason, I’m—I’m—I’m…”

  He smiled with utter pleasure as he reveled in the knowledge that she could not even find her words. Ava clenched tight around his cock, and then just as suddenly as her first orgasm had hit, her second one swept them both away.

  He groaned and struggled to stay upright on his knees. The lounge chair squeaked beneath their combined weight as he thrust hard into Ava’s body. Straining against her, he felt his balls throb as his cock spilled every ounce of seed he had left into Ava’s warm body. This was the best part of every single time. Or maybe it was the rush to get here. The finish. The middle. The beginning. He never got tired of making love to this woman.

  “Damn, you’re fun,” she sighed. “But I think we’d better get back to the party. Don’t you?”

  Nash made a noncommittal noise. He wasn’t a big fan of parties in general, or social events. He would rather stay in this private little spot and make love again and again until they were both too drunk on hormones to walk straight.

  Ava froze. “Do you hear that?”

  “Hear what?”

  She gracefully rolled off the lounge chair and snatched up her panties. She was dancing to get them on. Nash tucked his dick back into his pants. He hadn’t heard a damn thing, but his ears were still ringing with the sound of Ava’s pleasure.

  AVA COULD HAVE died with laughter as Tegan and Wrath entered the gazebo seconds after Nash managed to zip up his pants. Even better was the expression on Wrath’s face. Apparently, Ava and Nash had not been the only attendees who had decided the private little space was a perfect venue for something a little more exciting.

  Tegan looked first at her mother and then at the man who had been her stepfather for just short of a year. “What are you doing?”

  Nash cleared his throat. “Maybe we should ask the two of you the same thing.”

  “Do not start that bullshit about the rules of dating your daughter,” Wrath muttered. “She’s my wife.”

  “Uh huh.” Ava didn’t even bother trying to wipe the smile off her face. “I remember that pregnancy always made my hormones a little wacky.”

  Tegan’s expression froze in place. “How did you know?”

  Ava patted her daughter’s cheek. “Oh, sweetie, a mother always knows.”

  Nash winked at Wrath and followed Ava out of the gazebo and into the full sunlight. From the corner of her eye, she saw him jog to keep up with her. “How did you know?”

  Ava laced her fingers with his. “Same as I told Tegan. A mother always does.”

  “Seriously.” The look on his face was all suspicion. “Come on.”

  “I heard her talking to Kayla about symptoms,” Ava admitted. “Since Kayla and Carson are already pregnant with baby number two, I figured that meant Tegan needed some advice for herself.”

  “Ah, spying,” Nash teased. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “I love it that my wife is so clever.”

  “Clever enough to know that you’ve got a job that you haven’t talked to me about just yet.” Ava waved to Francesca.

  It was so good to see her sister-in-law radiant in her ice-blue dress. Francesca looked younger than her much younger husband, Quentin. The two were probably the happiest couple on the planet. Ava sometimes wondered if they ever disagreed about anything. It was the complete opposite of her and Nash. That was for certain. The two of them fought like cats and dogs pretty much every second of every day.

  “Job?” Nash had the audacity to flash her his best “I’m innocent” look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Ava stopped walking and planted her hands on her hips. “Don’t you dare try to tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about!”

  FROM THE CORNER of his eye, Nash spotted Carson and Kayla heading their way. Carson lifted a packet and showed it to Nash. Thank goodness. Not that Nash had ever doubted Carson. The guy was one of the most trustworthy of his men.

  “Oh, look,” Nash said, pointing across the lawn. “I think I see the bride and groom getting ready to cut the cake!”

  “If you think for one minute that I believe Analise is going to do all of that cliché crap, you’re out of your mind!” Although, Ava did turn to look, in spite of her sarcasm. As it turned out, Analise and Ralston—bride and groom—were standing by while the caterer cut the cake. “Oh, look at them,” Ava said in a soft voice. “They look so happy! I’m so glad Analise finally said yes. I thought it was going to take an act of congress to get that girl down the aisle!”

  “Here you go.” Carson handed Nash the package.

  Nash sighed. “You couldn’t have wrapped it a little nicer?”

  Carson’s blank expression only made Kayla laugh. She poked Nash in the shoulder. “If you wanted pretty, you should have had Wrath do it.”

  “You’re the artist,” Nash reminded Kayla.

  She rolled her eyes. “And Wrath is the girlie one.”

  “If he were here…” Nash let the statement hang.

  “But he’s not,” Kayla said snidely. “Because he’s off having sex with his wife.”

  Ava smacked Nash across the behind. “Let me see that!”

  He allowed her to snatch the packet out of his hands and waited while she pulled out the contents. Everyone else waited too. They knew what it was, and it had nothing to do with a job.

  “What is this?” Ava flipped through a few color brochures and then looked at the plane ticket. “Are you sending Analise away? They just got married!”

  “No!” Nash rolled his eyes. “Honestly, woman, can you never believe anything good about me?”

  “Okay.” She put the information back in the packet. “This looks like a vacation packet, but that’s not any kind of vacation I’ve ever seen.”

  “That’s because Ralston asked me to buy it so that he could give it as a gift to Analise,” Nash explained. “Think of it as GI Joe camp. It’s an all-expenses-paid trip for Analise. She can take one friend—I hope Francesca doesn’t mind Quentin being gone for a week—and she gets to go blow up stuff, shoot guns, and play military all over again.”

  “Oh my goodness,” Ava gushed. “Ralston asked you to do this?”

  “I asked him to do what?” Ralston put his arm around his mother’s waist. “If
you mean did I ask your crazy jarhead husband to help me pick out the perfect gift for my crazy jarhead bride, the answer would be yes.”

  Nash held the packet out to Ralston. Things had always been a bit prickly between them, but Nash would always respect the guy. He was smart, resourceful, and nothing like his father.

  To Nash’s surprise, Ralston pulled Nash in for a hug. “I want to thank you. Analise told me about what you said. I really appreciate it.”

  “Just don’t make a liar out of me,” Nash said gruffly. He gave his stepson a squeeze. “She’s a heck of a woman, just like your mother. She doesn’t need to be in a box.”

  Ralston held up the package. “And this will prove it.”

  He smiled at them and turned to leave. Nash stood with his friends and family, and put his arms around his wife. Then he watched Ralston head back to the catering table to hand the gift to his wife. Moments later, the two were embracing more enthusiastically than they had at the ceremony. There was a smattering of laughter from the assembled guests, but Nash knew it wasn’t funny. It was all about letting the people you love be themselves even when you don’t quite understand what that is. After all, most of the fun is in the learning.

  END