Her hand let go of my ass and wrapped around the one holding her chest. She rocked with the climax, the pair of us swaying together, pressed so close that we might as well be one, and then I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it. For a moment, I even forgot to breathe as I spilled myself into her.
Then she let out a long, slow sigh, and I knew she was back with me. I still didn't want to let her go, though, so I kissed her neck again. This time, it was soft, and I took my time about it. Her fingers lightly traced the length of my arm, playing against my skin, and then she chuckled.
"Give me your shirt so I can run to the bathroom," she begged.
"Nuh-unh," I murmured. "Not letting you go yet."
She turned her head to meet my eyes. "Are you getting sentimental in your old age or something?"
I took the chance to kiss her lips quickly. "Vi, I've always been sentimental when it comes to you. I just didn't have the balls to admit it until Luke made this thing with us possible."
"Yeah," she breathed. "And I thought I was just lucky to get a little bit of your time."
"My whole fucking heart," I assured her.
She shook her head. "I don't want all of it, Ash. Just a third. I like sharing."
"A whole fucking third of my heart," I corrected, liking her way better. "Yeah. And I'm claiming a third of yours too."
She murmured again, sounding happy with that. "And you're almost soft. Shirt, Ash, or you'll be living with the cum stain on your carpet - and I am not explaining that to Faith."
Giving in, I slid from her body and leaned back for my shirt. "Fine. I'll sort out the clothes while you clean up."
"And then," she said, pausing to get her head into my shirt, "we need to work out the program for this party." She looked back with a wicked little smile. "And maybe take a few more breaks like that."
"Yep, I like this idea," I said, swatting her ass. "Hurry, before you start to drip."
Violet staggered to her feet, then pushed my shoulder, knocking me back onto my ass. "I'll drip on you if you keep it up. Be good for at least five minutes."
"Never," I swore, turning to watch the most amazing woman I'd ever met hurry out of my office, leaving the door open behind her. "Bitch," I mumbled, stretching my foot out to kick it closed. Then I raised my voice. "Cessily doesn't want to see that shit!"
"Sure she does," Violet called back. "That's why they made posters of you."
Chuckling, I decided that I had nothing to counter that, so I started sorting out our clothes.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Monday morning, Blaze's shipment of security equipment arrived. That included cameras, locks, keypads, and more. Hell, I didn't even know what half the stuff did, but it also didn't matter. I needed to check the fire extinguishers, because that inspection guy was coming back tomorrow.
Everyone else had been conscripted to help with the security system. Well, Ash was busy working on setting up this upcoming lingerie party with Violet. I had a feeling that it wasn't all business, though. The pair of them would be locked alone inside all day, and there was no way they'd be able to keep their hands off each other. I was just curious which one would give in first. I was betting on Ash. Violet would do something cute, and he'd end up shoving her against the wall or something.
When I finished checking the extinguishers in the cabins, I headed over to the cottage to make sure the final one was in place. The front door was wide open, just like all the windows, and old music was blaring inside. When I got close enough, I heard something about a castle in the air and recognized Don McLean. It seemed someone was a fan of the oldies.
I tried knocking on the open door, but the music was so loud that there was no way Emily could hear me. Daring to step inside, I looked around, but saw nothing, so I followed the sound. When I found the sound bar, I turned down the sound to a much more reasonable level.
"Emily?" I called out.
"Oh, shit!" she gasped, hurrying out of the bedroom. "You scared me."
The woman had her sandy brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and a bandana tied over that. That showed off the freckles on her nose - and the smudge of dust on her cheek. Her t-shirt was stained and filthy, and her jeans were torn across one knee, but she was barefoot. For the first time, I realized she was a cute woman. No, she couldn't compare to Violet, and she still wasn't my type, but maybe Cobalt wasn't just being "polite" to her.
"Sorry. I tried knocking," I explained. "I need to check the fire extinguishers. That guy will be back tomorrow to finalize the inspection - fire code or something - and the last time he was here, he said we didn't have enough."
She led me to the kitchen, then opened the pantry to show an extinguisher mounted just inside the door. "I also have another in the coat closet. I mean, we had it at the old mobile, because I was never sure if the wiring was going to catch on fire."
I groaned in understanding. "My last place was the same. The second bedroom's electricity stopped working completely after a few months, and Paul Simmons said it didn't matter since I wasn't using it."
Emily nodded. "Yeah, my landlord was the same. Zeke and I would watch YouTube videos to figure out how to fix things."
