Bae || n.g.

Chapter 21

Ireland POV
I was folding clothes angrily. Why would he say that? I started up at the TV that wasn't even on, and had an internal fight with my conscious. While I was just finishing Lat's basket, Nash dragged his feet in slowly with his head down. I sighed and let Lats shirt crumple into a pile on my lap.

"Nash." He completely ignored me.

"Nash." I repeated a little louder. Still nothing.

"HAMILTON!" I said loudly. He stopped and turned to me. He had bloodshot eyes and tear marks down his face. I stood up and hugged him.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, sweetie. I'm so sorry," I whispered.

"Don't apologize! I was acting like a dick. I wasn't thinking about you or the twins. I should apologize. I'm terribly sorry, baby. I don't know how to make it up to you," he said.

"You don't have to. It was mutual." I let go of him and pecked his lips.

"Do you want some noodles?" I asked. He nodded his head and we walked to the kitchen. I got out a box of gluten free penne and brought a pot of water to a boil. While I was stirring the noodles, a pair of arms snaked around my waist. Nash began leaving angel kisses down my neck and on my shoulder, slightly moving the sleeve of my shirt. I shuttered for a second then moved the pot over to the sink to drain. Nash moved with me and pulled me tighter against him.

"Babe, I can't move," I said.

"I know." He continued kissing my jaw and behind my ear. Then he nibbled on my ear lobe. I gasped and dropped the bowl on the counter creating a large clattering sound.

"Is everything ok in here-" Koko came around the corner. Nash turned and gave him a dirty look. He called for Lat and they ran out the door, to Cam's car. Nash's arms left my waist and he walked to lock the door. I put the pot in the dishwasher and turned around with my butt leaning on the oven. I crossed my arms. He smirked and got to me within two steps and had his lips in mine. My hands shot up to his hair and I kissed him back.
"Nash..." I pulled away. I patted his chest.

"Let's go watch some Netflix." I picked up my bowl of pasta and went to the couch. I turned on American Horror Story and sat cross legged. Nash slowly sat next to me. Once the episode was over and my bowl was sitting on one of the side tables, I laid my head on his chest. Slowly reaching between his legs to get the remote, he sucked in fast and I smiled.

"You are such a tease." I picked the next episode. Halfway through, he began drawing circles in my exposed hip. His fingertips were warm and soft. They slowly moved up my side to right below my left boob. I went to grab the remote from between his legs again when he snatched my hand away from his crotch.

"That's enough teasing for today." He smacked his lips onto mine in a sort of Spider-Man kiss. I removed my lips from his to turn around to face him. My fingers intertwined in his hair while he massaged my sides. His tongue was begging me for entrance but I fought him. He bit my lip, making me gasp and him smile in triumph as his tongue was unofficially granted entrance to mine. I involuntarily moaned into his mouth and he pulled me into his lap. I had one leg on either side of him. My hands transferred to his face. Nash's hands lightly cupped my butt. He moaned into the kiss right as my lips went to his collar bone.

"Ireland, w-we can't do this on the couch." I left in one more peck in his lips and stood up.

"Then let's go to our bedroom." I winked and ran down the hall. It didn't take long for him to catch up and pin me to the wall. He left sloppy kisses along my jaw and neck. I ducked under his arms and ran to my door, struggling to open it. Once we were inside, I slammed him on the wall and kissed him passionately. I ripped his shirt off and let it fall to the floor. This was as far as we had ever gotten before and we weren't stopping, but I didn't mind. I softly stroked his chest and abs, making him moan slightly. He grabbed my hips and pushed me against the bed, my whole body falling when it hit the edge. I laid back all the way as he climbed on top of me. I flipped his shoulders so I could be on top. He lifted the hem of my shirt up and over my head, seemingly without breaking the kiss. He attempted to flip me again but I pushed his shoulders back down.