Winning Layla (#2)

Chapter 3

Nash is silent. "Nash? Why did you reject me?" I repeat the question.

"I can't tell you. I refuse to tell you," he murmurs.

"Then, leave," I order.

And he does.

He walks right out the front door without looking back, crushing my world for the second time. I know this time is for the best. We could never have made this work. We're too different and he doesn't understand how I feel. It's important for me to know the reason behind everything he has done that has hurt me.

After rushing to my bedroom, I change out of my dress and into an oversized pink t-shirt before heading to bed. I lay in bed for a while, but can't find sleep and no way am I counting sheep. I head to the kitchen to start a cup of coffee and sit at the kitchen table as I wait for it to finish brewing. While I wait, I try to reach November but she doesn't answer.

The sun is starting to rise and birds are singing, but I know today won't be perfect. The bookstore is closed today and I have errands to run. The sound of the doorbell ringing brings me back from my thoughts. Who would be here this early? I walk to the door and open it up to see Nash standing there, sweaty and breathing hard.

"What are you-"

Before I can finish, Nash has me pinned against the wall and his lips are on mine. I push at his shoulders and try to fight him off, but it's no use; he's too strong. His hands are suddenly on my ass as he picks me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his back as he continues to kiss me. I don't respond. His tongue licks the seam of my lips, but I don't open up to him. Nash trails his hand up my shirt to my bare chest to cup my breast.

When his thumb and forefinger wrap around my n****e and tug, I gasp. Then, his tongue is licking, tasting and exploring my mouth. I moan softly and he growls before turning and laying me down on the couch. My hands run along his back before grabbing the edge of his soaking wet shirt and whipping it off his broad frame. Nash, in turn attacks me with his mouth. I finally come to my senses when he ventures to my neck. I grip his hair and tug harder than normal. He groans and lifts his head. His grey eyes are filled with primal hunger, lust, and need.

"What is it?" He asks, his voice husky. His eyes have morphed into a dark blue, showing his wolf.

"I can't."

"You can't what?" He inquires.

"Be a part of whatever is going on between us. I can't. Not until you give me some answers," I tell him. He tenses and sighs heavily. When he does speak, his voice is rough and raspy.

"Fine. I rejected you because I was a stupid kid who didn't want the responsibility of protecting and taking care of you. Is that what you wanted to hear?" His sarcastic tone only angers me further.

"Why do you act as if I am a burden? I have every right to know why you put me through everything you did."

Nash looks at me in surprise. "How could you ever think that? I'm sorry if I have made you feel you are a burden. I just...I don't want you to be hurt by me anymore than you already have. I'm tired of living without you and not being able to kiss you and show everyone that you are my mate." He doesn't move from his position on top of me. Instead, he leans in to kiss me so soft and sweet it brings tears to my eyes.

"Why are you all sweaty?" I ask him suddenly.

"I ran all the way here. You can't exactly shift in the middle of town," he laughs softly. I giggle and cup his face, bringing his lips back down to mine. He groans when I tangle my fingers in his hair. Our earlier passion and need has returned, making us both frantic. Nash lifts me from the couch and stands up. My legs are still wrapped around him and my arms are around his shoulders. I can feel his hardening c**k on my behind.

"Where's your bedroom?" He rasps.

"At the end of the hall."

The next thing I know, my back is touching the comforter and throw pillows on my bed. Then, my clothes are gone along with Nash's where they join in a pile on the floor. A moment later, Nash's head is buried between my thighs. His tongue licks a path around my clit, but doesn't make direct contact. I whimper. I'm becoming desperate to relieve the ache.

"Nash, please."

"So sweet, baby. You're so beautiful," he says. He rests my legs on his shoulders before sucking my clit in his mouth. My hips shoot off the bed from the sensations that are building. Still sucking, Nash slowly inserts a finger inside me and seeks out my sweet spot. I latch onto his blonde locks of hair with my fingers as I explode into a massive orgasm. My back arches off the bed and my mouth opens in a silent scream.

Holy s**t.

As the aftershocks start to wear off, I feel Nash kiss my stomach and chest before coming to lean over on top of me, his arms resting by my head. He has one hand on my cheek and the other in my hair. My legs are bent at the knee and lay against his hips.

Nash reaches into the bedside table where I keep emergency condoms. November gave them to me as a joke a few months ago and I never opened or used them. After opening the box, he takes one out and sheaths himself. Then, he slams into me and I cry out from the sudden fullness. His thrusts are hard and brutal, but not enough to hurt me.

They do everything but hurt me.

I drag my nails across his back with one hand as the other clutches his behind, feeling the muscles contract under my palm and fingers. One of Nash's arms is beside my head, his hand in my hair and his other hand is holding my hip, squeezing with each thrust. His head is in the crook of my shoulder as he sucks and places kisses on my neck.

I throw my head back as the pleasure of his moving hips becomes too much. "Nash," I mewl, scraping my nails across his skin.

"Come, sweetheart."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, I erupt into an intense orgasm. Nash growls as I digs my nails in deeper and scream his name. I vaguely feel Nash's canines dig into my neck as he marks me. There is no pain, only another jolting aftershock of pleasure coursing through my entire being.

When I float back to Earth, Nash is laying on his back beside me on the bed and we are both breathing heavily.

Holy s**t.

I just had s*x with Nash.