My cock springs to life at the thought of her lush curves. How her tiny waist gave way to perfect, round hips. God, women are so fucking amazing. It’s no wonder men lose their heads over them.
And Ashlyn Reed is like a goddess among them.
I stroke my rigid shaft, but quickly think against masturbating in the first minute I’m alone in my new room.
I barely gave Ashlyn much thought back in high school. She was just one of Casey’s friends, and I was wholly focused one football, grades, and girls. There’s no way I would have ever guessed that gangly little Ashlyn Reed would grow into a woman so sexy she has me reaching for my dick the first chance I get.
I bring my bag of toiletries into the bathroom, and I’m immediately struck by the femininity of the decor. The room smells strongly of vanilla, the fixings are teal porcelain, embellished with flowers. Inside the drawers are a mess of hair things, lotions, and makeup. The cabinets have toilet cleaner, various soaps, and tampons.
My stuff just doesn’t feel right here, so I decide to bring it back into my room.
I hate the feeling of not having a place of my own. Of not having a place for my stuff, not that I have stuff anymore.
God, for once, I just wish I had something good. Something to hold on to that won’t turn to ash.
Something that will last for longer than the blink of an eye.
But no—not for me. Nothing good ever lasts.
?
Ashlyn
Ten years put about twenty pounds of lean muscle on Jake Clark’s frame, along with a sexy stubble that I long to feel against my neck, my breasts, and between my thighs.
I’ve written a couple of romances in my time, and despite my limited knowledge of love, they sold like hotcakes.
It’s not like I’m a virgin. I’ve had plenty of boyfriends, but I never keep them long. No one’s ever gained my trust.
Now, I don’t even try to date. It just doesn’t make sense to keep failing at the same thing over and over again. It’s been nearly a year since I’ve last had sex, but not for lack of want. I just can’t seem to let anybody in. To say it’s ‘dimmed my vibe’ is an understatement.
But Jake conjures something in me I haven’t felt in a long time. That schoolgirl want that nobody wants to call lust. That itch, you don’t quite know what it is, so you explore, alone, with friends, and eventually…
I shake the thought from my head. Nostalgia never was a good feeling for me. Revisiting those private times in my life is just too painful since it’s been exploited by so many, like my awkward-as-fuck prom date, who ran to the tabloids as the ink was drying on my Hollywood contract, telling them every salacious detail of taking my virginity.
God, it would be so much easier if Jake were ugly or had some obvious flaw. But no, he’s tall, dark, and perfect.
I bring a tray of food to my granny, pull up a chair, and help her sit up.
“Jeez, I thought I’d be dead by now,” Granny says.
“Hush. There will be no talk of that.” I fluff her pillow and feed her some soup. One of the only things she can still eat.
“I hired a new groundskeeper.”
“I hope Roger is doing good.”
I exhale a frustrated breath. “Gran, he stole from you. You suffered because—”
“I know what he did. I knew what he was doing. With the time I have left, there’s no room for hate.”
“I wish I could be more like you, Gran.”
“So, tell me about this new guy.”
“His name’s Jake. I knew him back when I was a kid.”
Her brow furrows. “He sell ya out?”
