Dating the Defensive Back (The Nash Brothers Book 1)

My New Stepsister Spiked My Face

“Oh my God, yes, yes, yes!” I scream as I claw at the window.

He slams into me harder from behind, and then he reaches around to brush against my clit.

That’s when I fall apart completely.

I’m wearing a dress, but knowing anyone could look up to the top floor and see me getting banged against the window is somehow…hot.

I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, yet here we are.

In the back of my mind, I think I know nobody could really see us. Well, maybe someone with binoculars. But the risk is still sexy.

“I’m going to come so hard in this tight cunt,” he growls, his voice low and raspy close to my ear.

“Do it, Grayson. Give me all your come.” Whoa. Was that me?

“Oh fuck,” he says, and he rubs my clit a little faster as he starts to come. Hearing his sexy groans and growls only pushes me faster into my own orgasm, and I fall apart the same time he does, both of us writhing in total and complete ecstasy against the window, our moans a beautiful chorus of our pleasure.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans once our bodies are depleted, and he pulls out slowly, careful to reach down as his come drips out of me. He slides it all around my already wet pussy, and I freaking love it when he does that. It’s illicit and hot, like he’s marking me as his.

I am his. Only his—now and forever.

It’s not the only time he’s banged me up against that window. Every few months, he books this suite—usually for special occasions, but not always.

The house we share has become a bit of a revolving door. Everyone wants to come visit—whether it’s his mom, or one of my brothers, or my mom and Thomas, so having our little suite to escape to is especially nice.

He’s already booked it for the night of our bakery opening since both my mom and his mom will be staying with us. We can still have sex at home when we have guests, and we do, but we can have the special sort of loud, headboard-banging sex without worrying anyone will overhear us here.

“So fucking wet. Always,” he murmurs.

“Only for you,” I admit. I never got this wet with Colin, who any sort of below-deck experience was limited to before Grayson, and it was never very good, and it was never sex.

“I love that.” His eyes are already heated on me again, but I shake my head.

“Oh, no, big boy. We have a wedding to get to.”

“Fuck,” he moans.

It’s actually why we’re here tonight. We’re attending a wedding at a little chapel just south of here, and we figured it was closer to get to from our favorite hotel than from home.

And, you know, the window sex. It’s always good motivation to book this room.

“I know. And we need to be there in twenty minutes, so get dressed.” I run to the bathroom to wash up first, and then I slip my panties back on, and I’m ready to go.

The window sex happened when I came out of the bedroom already dressed for the wedding, and he couldn’t help himself.

I wasn’t complaining. And I know him well enough that I emerged fully clothed and ready to go a full forty minutes early to give us time for what we just did.

No regrets.

He puts on the suit I packed for him, and hell if I’m not ready to rip him right out of it.

He’s just so…hot.

I saw it when I was just a teenager with a massive crush. And now? Now I’m engaged to this man who I still have a massive crush on all these years later.

Only he’s better than the teenage me ever could have imagined.

He’s given me everything I could ever ask for in the way he loves me. He proved to me that I was his future. He asked me to marry him, and he didn’t want to wait. He’s the one who wanted this year when I said I’d always dreamed of a May wedding. I figured we’d wait a year. But it’ll be just under six months from the day he proposed to the day we actually get married.

We’re keeping it simple. Because of his status as a celebrity, we’re just going to do it at home. Beckett will be his best man. Kelly, who I just saw two weeks ago when I flew to Louisiana for the weekend when she had her sweet, precious baby, will be my maid of honor. Lincoln will preside. Family and close friends will be present, and it’ll be perfect for us.

Just like this wedding today will be perfect for my mom and Thomas.

They didn’t want any fanfare over it, but they were ready to tie the knot. They chose Vegas since it’s the land of wedding chapels and quickie weddings, and Thomas flew out his entire family along with ours.

I’ll finally get to see that volleyball bitch…I mean my new stepsister.

I promised Grayson I’d behave, and of course I will. But I still like to call her that when I’m talking to him—it keeps him on his toes, and it makes me laugh when he thinks he might really have to hold me back from slamming a volleyball into her face the way she did when she spiked a ball at me ten years ago.

I’m over it now.

But it hurt like hell, and I thought my nose was broken. It wasn’t.

And wouldn’t you know it? When we arrive, she’s the first person I see. I definitely recognize her, and she still looks like a volleyball player—all lean and tall and long, and I feel short next to her as she approaches me with a smile.

“Hold me back,” I mutter to Grayson, and he laughs.

“You must be Ava,” the woman says. She holds out a hand, and I shake it.

“I am. You must be Erica.”

“That’s me.”

“You once spiked a volleyball at my face.”

“Oh my God, I am so, so sorry. I was an angsty teenager, but I promise I don’t spike anything anymore.” She holds up a water bottle. “Except my drink.”

I link my arm through hers. “I always wanted a sister,” I say, and Grayson laughs as I walk off with her toward the bar.

He finds Beckett, and I glance at him across the room. His eyes are on me, and I eat up every second of it.

We hold hands as we watch my mom marry the love of her life.

We dance at the reception.

We have more sex against the window.

Yep…I think I can get on board with this new life of mine. And soon, I’ll be married to the man of my literal dreams.

That’s when life will truly begin.