So, even though it doesn’t make sense, I climb onto Ash’s bed as gently as I can, lying in the spot beside him closest to the wall. My heart is pitter-pattering, and my mouth is dry, a lump clogging my throat that’s impossible to swallow against. As I pull the covers over me, Ash sighs and rolls onto his side, facing me. Eyes still closed and breathing even, I know he’s still asleep. Matching his position, I roll onto my side too, our faces a mere few inches apart, but when I do, the bed creaks, and I wince as Ash startles, his eyes flying open, bloodshot and wide.
He blinks a few times, but eventually, his sleepy gaze connects with mine, and it’s like it takes his mind a few more moments to catch up. “Finn?” he croaks, eyebrows pinched together as he lifts his head off the pillow and watches me. “What are you doing in here?”
I swallow thickly, not doing a damn thing to get rid of that lump, and I answer as honestly as I can. “I don’t know.”
He glances around the dark room before settling back on my face again. Confusion twists his features. “What time is it?”
“Little after nine.”
Glancing at him this closely, I can see when the sleep fog clears, and reality comes back to him, because his eyes harden. “What the fuck are you doing in here, Finn?” he asks again, harsher this time.
“I didn’t like how we left things earlier.”
“So you climb into my bed while I sleep?” he scoffs. “News flash, you’re in the wrong twin’s bed.”
His jealousy and anger shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. So much so that I move without giving it much thought, not letting me talk myself out of doing what I want. I know I said I would talk to him, and I will, but right here, right now, I want to let my body guide me. Want to act on pure instinct with Ash, do what feels right without second guessing and questioning it every step of the way.
“No, I’m not,” I breathe out, wrapping my palm around the back of his neck, and crashing my lips into his. Everything about this moment feels different than what I’m used to. The rough scratch from his stubble as it rubs against my own, the masculine smell of him as it invades my senses. It’s different, but not bad. At all.
As his lips part on a gasp, I use it to my advantage, letting my tongue sweep inside and roll against his. Exploring and tasting every corner of his mouth, I feel his body start to relax in my hold. Then he’s finally kissing me back. Hand coming up to cup my cheek, he fights me for control, his tongue sliding its way past my lips this time, flicking against the roof of my mouth, causing an involuntary moan to rush up my throat. It’s like we’re sparring, but with our mouths and tongues—me, wanting to say everything I can’t with words, and him spilling all his frustration out into this one kiss.
Holy shit.
My stomach flips and my entire body tingles as the kiss goes on. My cock twitches, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s as turned on as I am. The thought alone has a groan ripping from my throat.
Everything about this is messy and rough. Teeth clanking together, nipping at each other’s lips, but it doesn’t last. As if the rational part of his mind takes over, Ash shoves me back as he sits up, letting out a frustrated grunt.
“What the fuck was that, Finn?” he bites out, staring straight ahead with his arms resting on his raised knees.
I sit up too, trying to ignore the stiffy in my pants. Lately, it’s really picking inconvenient times to make an appearance; it’s like I’m a pubescent teenage boy all over again. “I’m sorry,” I murmur, my cheeks hot and my lips still slick and tingling. “I just…needed to do that.”
Clenching his jaw, he turns his head, meeting my gaze. “Why?”
“Because…” I blow out a breath and shake my head. “Because it’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
Ash’s lips part like he might say something, but then he clamps them shut, his jaw flexing. “Didn’t you get enough attention from my sister?”
There’s venom in his words, and I know I should tell him. Now would be the perfect opportunity, but my mind is a hazy mess, and all I can think of is having his lips on mine again. I still don’t understand it, but sitting here beside him in the dark, I’m too far gone to care. I’m sure come morning, I’ll question it all, but not now. So, instead I shake my head and drawl, “It’s not her bed that I’m in right now, is it?”
His eyes darken as they take me in, and then everything happens so fast. In the blink of an eye, his lips are on mine again, and we’re back where we left off a minute ago, kissing each other with fervor, like we need each other’s breath like we need air. Both of us lying down again, Ash rolls on top of me, the feeling of his hot, hard body pressed into mine like a balm. It’s a relief I’ve been searching for all night but didn’t know I needed.
Knees pressed into the mattress on either side of me, Ash grinds his hips into mine, and that’s when I feel it. His erection. My blood heats to impossible levels as I realize he’s hard…for me. That should make me panic, should make me want to run, but it doesn’t. My hands wrap around him, coming to his nice, plump ass, and as he continues to rock into me while our mouths devour one another, I knead the firm globes with my fingers, relishing the soft mewls coming from him.
“I don’t understand you,” he says in between kisses.
Smiling against his mouth, I admit, “Me neither.”
“You drive me fucking crazy.” His sharp teeth nip at my bottom lip, making me gasp before he continues. “You watchand come with me two weeks ago.” His tongue flicks against my teeth. “Pretend like it never happened.” Another kiss. “Then flaunt my fucking sister in front of me today, proving that night meant nothing.” Ash growls as he nibbles on my lip again, and I swear my blood is on fire inside my veins. “You’re such a fucking prick.”
“I know,” I say on an exhale, desperately wishing I was wearing less clothing.
“I can’t stand you,” he murmurs, then brings his hot, slick lips down to my jaw. He nips and sucks his way over to my neck, and goosebumps cover every inch of my body in response. I don’t think my cock has ever been harder. “Why the fuck are you in here, Finn? What do you want from me?”
The growl, the rasp to his tone, and the way he can’t seem to keep his lips off me has me unraveling. “I don’t know,” I grit out. “I want… I want you. I don’t fuckin’ understand it, Ash, but I wantyou.”
Ash sits back, and for a second, I think he’s going to put a stop to this. Kick me out of his room. And honestly? I wouldn’t fault him if he did. But he doesn’t.
“Sit up,” he says, and as soon as I do, his fingers find the hem of my shirt, and he lifts it over my head, letting the material fall to the ground beside the bed. His eyes drink in the newly exposed flesh before pressing a steady hand to my chest and shoving me back down.
