Soon after I’d ended my conversation with Nash, I fell asleep. I woke up once to a nurse asking how I was doing, and saying that I’d be released in the morning if everything was doing all right. I went back to sleep with a smile on my face.
I awoke to the face of the man I loved staring at my worriedly. When he saw I was awake, Nash’s whole face lit up. He reached over and brushed a piece of my hair out of my eyes.
“Hey,” I smiled lightly. He smiled and shook his head.
“I am so sorry……”
“Shhhhh,” I propped myself up until my lips met his. When our gentle kiss broke, he informed me that the doctor said I could go home as soon as I woke up. I didn’t know where “home” was supposed to be. After tour was over, I was supposed to go to LA and stay with the guys for the rest of the summer. Nash told me that the rest of my band had left that morning when he’d gotten there. I informed Nash that him and I would have to go back to Santa Cruz to get my car, since the guys had taken the van. That would involve us taking a taxi all the way back to Santa Cruz, and I worried about the cost, but of course Nash was never tight on money so he told me not to fret.
Soon enough, we were headed down the coast in my old mini cooper that I’d had since high school. When we were well on our way, Nash pulled into a rest stop at the side of the road with a beautiful view of the ocean. He turned to face me.
“I want to apologize for the other day….” He started, but before he could finish, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards me. I would have crawled over to him but the cast on my leg prevented me from doing so.
Once our faces were inches away from each other, I whispered, “Don’t,” with a smile on my face before our lips met. I barely had a chance to even kiss him, though, before he pulled back and opened the car door. Nash made his way to my side of the car and helped me out. I smelt the familiar smell of the ocean as the salty breeze washed over me. Nash grabbed a blanket from the trunk of my car and took my hand and pulled me down narrow wooden steps leading down to a small stretch of sand. Once we’d made it to the beach, Nash spread the blanket out on the sand and carefully lowered me onto the ground, taking care not to bump my leg.
He gently ran his fingers through my hair and and pressed his face to mine. Nash was being as careful as possible as he kissed me. I felt his fingers drawing patterns across my stomach and back under my shirt, and making their way up to my chest. He hadn’t shaved in a while, and his slight stubble dug into my cheek, but I didn’t mind. Nash eased my light pink lace shirt over my head, so that all I was left wearing was my dark blue bandeau and faded shorts. I gripped the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it off of him. Just as we were starting to get more intimate, we heard voices coming from the direction of where we’d left the car. Before we knew it, a family with several small children were making their way down the stairs to the beach. When we noticed them, Nash grabbed my hands and pulled me up. We took off as fast as we could run— well, as fast as I could run with a huge cast on my leg— down the beach with the blanket we were laying on and our clothes held up in the air like flags and drifting behind us as we ran. We came to another set of stairs leading up to the rest stop where my car was. Instead of heading back, we walked a ways and found ourselves on a much more private beach.
Nash pulled me into his arms and reached down to the belt loop on my shorts and slid his finger into one and gently pulled me closer to him. I tilted my head up and pressed my lips to his. He kissed me back, carefully at first, but soon he forgot that I was injured and quickly unbuttoned my shorts and pushed me to the blanket laying on the sand. I pulled on his dark blue jeans until they came off, and before I knew it, it was just our naked bodies pressed against each other. Nash rubbed his hand against the back of my leg—the one that wasn’t broken—and I brought it up to wrap around his waist. His dick had gone completely stiff, and I ran my fingers across it. He let out a moan of pleasure, and pressed his hand that wasn’t holding my leg firmly against my hip bone. I guided him into me. By then, I was more used to the feel of him and it didn’t hurt as bad as our first time together—he was far more bigger than any other guy I’d slept with—but it still made me gasp a bit.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” He breathed into my ear.
“No, no! Keep……going…..” I gasped again.
Nash wrapped his arms around me and pulled me even closer towards him and he pushed further.
“More….” I let out a ragged whisper and finally he was all the way in. We rolled over so that I was on top of him, and he positioned himself so that he was sitting up straight and my legs were wrapped around him. He began kissing my neck and slowly making his way down. Eventually, Nash was sucking on one of my breasts and squeezing the other one. My eyes fluttered shut and I let out a moan. We went on for hours, but once we noticed that the sun was going down we knew we had to leave.
Reluctantly, we helped each other back into our clothes and headed back to my car.
I collapsed into the passenger seat, smiling as Nash started the engine. Soon enough, we were back to cruising down the highway.