Jesus, why hadn’t they ever done this before? Had this been what he’d been missing his whole life? What he’d shut the door on without even examining it too closely for fear of what he might lose, should it go wrong?
He should’ve known it would be like this between them. Everything with them was always so easy. Was it any wonder their sexual chemistry would be too?
“Fuck, you feel good,” he said into her neck.
Last night, he’d been wishing she’d worn more clothes to bed, if only to keep a leash on his cock. But now, he wanted every stitch of cotton between them gone so he could feel each inch of her skin pressed against his. Could suck her nipples into his mouth. Could feast on her pussy until she came. Could sink so deep inside, he couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.
Reaching around, he palmed her ass and tugged her hard up and against him, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. Just as he slipped his fingers beneath the cotton fabric, the bedroom door slammed open, and in ran June, her fairy dress Rory had lent them on backward.
Nat jerked away, her eyes wide but cloudy, as if she’d woken from a sex-filled dream.
“I’m ready!” June yelled, climbing up to bounce on the bed. “Let’s go!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Junebug,” Asher said, maneuvering to catch her before she face-planted on them, while at the same time, working to hide his aching erection.
Nat glanced down and clearly noticed his predicament, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her eyes practically sparkled. “It’s not quite time yet, Junie B. But I think you could use some lip gloss. What do you think?”
“Yeah!” June slipped out of Asher’s arms and ran back into the hallway.
Nat tossed off the bedding, careful to leave him covered, and slipped out of bed. She pulled on a pair of sweatpants, but not before giving him an eyeful of her firm ass and the shadowed outline of her nipples hidden beneath her light purple tank.
She grabbed one of his hoodies and slipped it on before padding to the door. She stopped at the threshold, one hand against the trim as she glanced at him over her shoulder, her eyes positively gleaming. “I’ll keep her busy if you, um, wanna Edward Cullen one more thing today and take care of the beast in your pants by yourself.”
“Oh, you’re real funny.”
Her answering laughter spilled into the room even as she shut the door. With a groan, he slammed his head into the pillow, the heels of his hands pressed to his eyes as his cock still throbbed, demanding attention. If he didn’t take care of it now, there was no way he could be around Nat all day without being distracted by every move she made.
Taking advantage of being alone, he pushed his boxer briefs down far enough to free his cock and gripped it tightly. Usually, his fantasies featured faceless women—just abstract shapes doing the activities he wanted. Now, though, his eyes weren’t even closed before it was Nat’s face filling his mind. Her throaty moans in his ear and her hands clutching him closer.
He could still feel the heat of her pussy against him, and he bit his lip to stifle his groan. Fuck, he was already close. Already seconds away from coming, and he hadn’t done more than picture her kneeling on the side of the bed, her hands pulling down his sweatpants, her eyes locked on his achingly hard cock.
Apparently, he’d made a mistake imagining faceless, shapeless, nameless women when he’d only needed to picture one to get off.
“Nat,” he said, probably louder than he should have, but he was too far gone to care, his hand a blur over his thick erection, his thumb sweeping the head with each pass.
Commotion sounded in the hallway, but not enough to take him away from his thoughts. Not when he was this close. Not when, in his mind, he was about to paint her lips with his come before she’d even swiped her tongue over the head of his cock.
“Hang on,” Nat called, and hearing her voice so close sent a jolt through him, his balls pulling up tight to his body as his breathing turned ragged.
And then the knob turned.
“I’ll be right there, June.” She poked her head inside. “Did you call—”
“No,” he tried, though it came out strangled.
He didn’t know if he was talking to her or himself. It didn’t matter because it was too late anyway. Their eyes locked, and Asher groaned as he stared at her, his cock thrumming in time to the rise and fall of her chest as the warmth of his come spilled across his bare stomach.
Nat stared for long moments as he tried to catch his breath before June called for her again. With a mumbled apology, she closed the door on him, leaving him to clean himself up and wonder just how the hell they were going to traverse this.
Nat was sure she wasn’t the first bride to be thinking about what her soon-to-be husband looked like when he came—flushed cheeks, parted lips, thick cock in hand as his eyes pinned her in place—but she wasn’t exactly a typical bride.
From the moment she’d walked in on him, she hadn’t been able to get the sight of him out of her head. Lying there, stomach muscles rippling, arms tight as he stroked himself faster and faster. And then when his eyes had locked on hers and he’d spilled himself across his stomach, she’d nearly come without so much as a flick across her clit.
One thing was for certain—she definitely hadn’t needed any blush today, because her cheeks had been flushed from the moment she’d shut the door with a squeaked apology, and they hadn’t shown signs of letting up anytime soon.
The real question was, what the hell did they do now? Not just after she’d stumbled in on him pleasuring himself—while sayinghername, apparently—but there also was that kiss to contend with. They may have been able to plead ignorance prior to that, but now there was absolutely no denying the chemistry that crackled between them.
She wasn’t sure which was worse—being in a marriage with someone she wasn’t attracted to, or being in one with the best friend she absolutelywas.
