I moan when she rolls her hips. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she pushes me back on the bed, sending my sanity into oblivion.So, my girl likes to play? She’s been quiet, taking my directions so well, but from the way she has me pinned down, it’s clear she’s been the one in charge all along. I press my lips to her neck, sighing as her silky fingertips dip into my waistband and graze my dick, pulling it free. The sensual sway of her body as she teases her clit up and down my shaft sends me floating through the cosmos, her whimpers illuminating every single star I pass by.
Ashlie reaches for a condom and rips the foil with her teeth. The soft pressure of her fingers as she rolls it on almost undoes me, my hands tightening on her waist with a groan. She grips the base just long enough to seat herself around me. The warmth that scrolls through my body as I fill her is like being bathed in sunlight. “Fuck, Ash, you’re so wet. You’ve been aching for me, haven’t you?”
“All day.” She presses a gentle kiss to my lips and tosses her head back. “Now shut up and let me enjoy myself.”
With one roll of her hips, she’s found a way to devastate me for anyone else. I wholly accept the ruination, pulling her mouth to mine to plunder. Ravage.Claim. My hips buck, the powerful thrust stealing her breath in a piercing gasp. The pinched bliss on her face threatens to make me come, but I grit my teeth to stave off my excitement. I want this moment seared into my memory. Her cries of passion are mine tonight, every single one.
“You like how my dick fills you up, don’t you? Being stuffed so full you can’t breathe?”
“Shit, Hunt.Yes.” She moans against my lips, grinding methodically like we’ll be doing this for eternity.
Her pussy strangles my dick when my teeth graze her nipple, and stars dance across my vision. “That’s it, filthy girl.” I grunt, her quaking walls luring me into delicious agony with each glide. “Ride me until you’re dripping.” Her sweet whimpers send searing waves through my body, nails digging into my chest as her hips jerk wildly. I could watch her like this forever. “God, look how pretty you are, fucking the life out of me.”
“You feel so good.” She pants, her clit painting my skin with her arousal as she chases her orgasm.
“Use me, honey bear. Make a fucking mess all over me, because once I have you pinned to this bed, I won’t stop until you’re a trembling wreck.”
A few curls stick to the sweat on her forehead, her eyes glassy, pupils blown wide. She’s as stunning as she was all those years ago, and I anchor my hands to her waist, lost to this moment and the memories of that one night.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
HUNTER
Five Years Ago
That One Night
“Bryan, you’re not listening to me!” Ashlie’s yell penetrates through the closed dining room window. I turn sideways on the couch to look, and she’s holding her phone to her ear, waving her other hand wildly. Her white tee and sweats stand out against the navy patio as she paces outside The Bluffs Estates.
“Wow, she’s really mad at him,” Artie says from the stool in the middle of the coastal white kitchen. Ashlie was about to show her how to set her curls when her phone rang.
“Mind your business, Art,” I warn. “Don’t ask her about it when she comes inside either.” My sister rolls her eyes, and we both turn our attention back to the picture window.
“No… No! I don’t care anymore!” Ashlie shakes her head, scowling as she leans against the railing.One look, and I can tell this conversation is a bad one. Bryan has been blowing up her phone since she got here an hour ago. Her scoffs of irritation have morphed into huffed cursing with each notification. He’s interrupted her progress so many times, the sun is setting on the horizon behind her. “I don’t want your ashy babies, Bryan!I’m done!” She turns her phone at that last part, hollering into the speaker end, then taps furiously on the screen with a guttural, “Gah!”
When Ashlie opens the door, Artie and I whip around like we’re fixated with the detective rerun on the TV.
“I know you two heard all of that. It’s fine.” Ashlie blows out a breath, shuffles across the tile floor to Artie, and turns on the blow dryer. It takes about twenty minutes, but when they’re done, Artemis is all smiles. With a squeal, she runs next door to show Dad. I smile to myself at her excitement.She needs this.
“Hey,” I say, walking into the kitchen. “Thanks for helping her. Dad takes her to salons, but she doesn’t really have anyone to show her how to do it on her own.”
“Yeah, no problem.” She doesn’t smile, which is unusual. I’ve only known her for a few weeks, but she’s always laughing. Looking at her now, you’d never guess she’s got a cute smile and bubbly personality. I’m kinda drawn to it, which says a lot. “Hey, can I stay here for a little bit? I don’t really want to go home, but Kayla’s at work.”
“Uh, sure. You good?”
“I’m great!” she says with a straight face. “Got anything to drink?”
“Yeah…water, juice, soda?—”
“Anythingstronger?”
“Yeah.” I laugh, finally realizing what she’s asking for. “You’re in the summertime equivalent of a bachelor pad. We’ve got it all. What do you want?”
“Surprise me.” Shrugging, she plops on the beige sectional, kicking off her shoes on the jute rug. I bring over a safe bottle of blackberry wine and a glass, fill it halfway, and hand it to her. She drains it in three gulps and slams it down next to the bottle. “More,” she says, breathing deeply to compensate for the amount of liquid she just inhaled.
Despite being tiny, this girl is a force to be reckoned with. Friendly. Sassy. Hot as hell but knows how to pack a punch when needed. She’s safe—unobtainable—because she has a long-term boyfriend…Had a long-term boyfriend. I don’t even know what’s going on there. But she’s a friend, which feels weird considering I don’t have girls who are friends. Girlfriends, yes. Girl friends, naw.
“Do you just want the whole bottle or…” I joke as she slumps against the couch.
