I came undone, flexing my entire body into him. I gasped, and yet somehow I did not cry out as the orgasm took over. I just took it, loving it, and loving the man who could do this to me so easily. The moment I began to relax, he leaned back, his blue eyes shining in the light of the bedside lamp.
Then he caught my hip and flipped me over. I sucked in a breath when his hand pushed my nightgown higher, and then Ash was right there. His weight covered my back, his lips found the side of my neck, and he shifted his legs outside mine. Gently, he guided my thighs together even as I felt his hardness slide against me, pressing into my slick folds, finding my entrance. With a very satisfied grumble, he pressed in, filling my body.
"Ash," I breathed.
"Shh," he whispered. "Tilt that ass up, beautiful."
And his hand made it clear what he meant, angling my hips where he wanted even as he began to rock inside me. My mouth fell open, my body still so sensitive, but I loved it. The feel of his chest sliding against my back, his thighs flexing with each thrust, and his mouth sucking at my neck. Slowly, moving so the bed wouldn't complain, he loved me, and that was exactly what it felt like.
Years of us denying this came through every touch, the truth too obvious to ignore. He was my best friend, and so much more. He also felt amazing as he worked me higher. I wanted to turn and kiss him. I wanted to hold him against me. Instead, all I could do was thrust an arm forward, but his hand moved to lace with mine.
His grip tightened each time he drove himself into me. I felt his breath rush out when he slid back. Our bodies moved together, completely under his control, and I gave in. He had me pinned and I couldn't get enough of it. His fingers on my hip were just a bit too hard to count as gentle. The feel of his broad shoulders shielding me, the tops of his toes against the backs of my calves, and even the crisp sheets beneath me made it real.
No words needed to be said. I wasn't expected to do anything, so I just took. Every time he slid into me, he pressed against that spot, the one that made me want to whimper with pleasure. Each time he withdrew, my walls clenched, trying to prevent it. Slowly, I was losing control, and I didn't care. That pressure was back, the sparks lighting up every nerve in my body. I needed more, just a bit, so I pressed back, taking him even deeper.
He groaned. I gasped. Over and over, he pumped into me. His breath turned to huffs as he tried to hold off. Mine gained a voice, just tiny little moans that I smothered into the pillow, and then the dam inside me burst. I clenched my jaw even as my body tensed, and the man above me groaned. Then he thrust harder. Again, each penetration timed with the waves of pleasure taking me over, and it didn't take long before he let out a low, primal growl. The sound was deep in his throat, muffed against my neck, and I felt him pulsing with his own release.
For a moment, we paused, breathing in time. I felt his lips curl against my skin, and then he kissed me gently before he withdrew. Ash moved to lie beside me, I rolled onto my side, and our eyes met. There was a smile on his lips, but a sweet one. That wasn't amusement. It was contentment, maybe even happiness, and I had a feeling that my own mouth matched.
"I love you," I said softly. "I love that I didn't ever lose you. I love that this is ok. Ash, I just..." But I didn't know the words to finish that.
"I know," he whispered, reaching up to smooth my hair back. "I feel like all the right pieces have just fallen into place, and I can't get enough of this." Then he chuckled. "But I need to get the hell out of your bed before I fall asleep here.Thatwould be impossible to explain."
So I shoved at him playfully. "Yeah, move. I don't want to sleep in the wet spot."
"Mm, means I'm doing something right if you're leaving a wet spot," he teased, rolling for the side near the bathroom.
"Means your good time's about to leak out," I tossed back. "At least hand me a towel?"
So he tossed me his used one. "Now I'm gonna go spoon with my boyfriend."
Then he grabbed his underwear from the bathroom, pulled them on, and wadded the rest of his clothes up. Tucking them under his arm, he headed for the door. Pausing, he looked back with a smile and started to open it.
"We should do this again sometime." And then he stepped out - but he only made it one step before he froze, the door still mostly open behind him. "Shit."
"What are you doing?!" Faith demanded, her voice much too loud.
"Just getting a shower," Ash told her.
But Faith moved until she could look in the door. Overly aware of my lack of underwear, my nighty hiked up, and the way I was sprawled in this bed, I quickly grabbed for the blankets we'd thrown off, but it was already too late. She may not have gotten a full show, but only because Ash was standing in the way. She'd still seen enough to know that what had just happened was not at all innocent.
My heart froze. My guts tensed. All I could think was that we'd been so careful for so long. We'd made sure she wouldn't find out. We'd locked the door and had done everything right, and now - with the court date so close - it was all completely and totally fucked up.
"You bitch!" Faith screamed before turning and running up the hall. "Dad!"
"Shit," Ash breathed again.
"Go," I told him as I rolled for the edge of the bed. "Thank god you didn't take off my nightgown. Maybe we can salvage this. Just go, Ash."
"I'm sorry," he said.
And then he went.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Iwoke up to Faith screaming my name. I sat up in bed just as she rounded the corner, rushing into my room. Confused and lost, I reached to turn on the light only to find my daughter standing there with nothing but fury on her face. There was no other word to describe it, and I braced to have another fight about the clothes - but the words that came out of her mouth made my blood run cold.
"Violet's cheating on you!"
