I pull back and glance over her bottom lip, just begging to be bitten. I take it with my teeth and graze the outline, just the way I’ve discovered she likes it. Her heavy eyes slide up to reach mine while she gets to her feet. The coy way she takes a step back—eyes down, a single finger running over her bottom lip—just makes me want to bite her lip all over again. She grabs my hand, pulling on my arm until I stand and follow her up the stairs. We get to the top, where she leads me into the first room we come to. When I see a double bed, I stop in my tracks, pulling Cal back before she reaches it. “Are you sure about this?”
“Ashton Chambers, have you ever asked a girl thatquestion before—I can’t imagine you have.” Her head tilts to the side and she smiles while waiting for my answer.
I tell her honestly, “No, Cal. I’ve never asked a girl that question, but you’re Calla Bryson.” I run my hands around her tiny waist. “The girl I’ve wanted since I was at least sixteen years old, maybe younger,” my nose brushes hers, “and I’m not fucking this up by misreading the signals.”
Her eyes close, my head rests against hers, and her fingers weave through my hair at the back of my head. She sighs. “Ash, don’t overthink it. I can’t make my intentions any clearer than bringing you to my bed, so go with your instincts.” Her cheeks bloom with her smile. “We don’t have as much time as we thought, so let’s make every moment count, starting now.”
I notice the rise and fall of her chest as she takes each delicate breath. The slight curve over her beautiful breast urges me forward, and I caress her skin, working my way up her neck to find her soft lips. I take the kisses I so badly need from her, but the languid movement of her tongue is all too slow and sultry. With little effort, she’s turning me the fuck on—the need to be inside her is too much. I pull my head back because I have to—our first time has to be special.
I walk her back towards the bed. Her legs hit the end of the mattress, causing her to fall backwards with me on top. Pushing back the hair from her face, our lips meet with an explosion of deep and tender kisses. I can’t get enough of her.
Feeling my way down her soft cotton top, I pop each tiny button, until the material falls away. I want to see her, so I sit back on my heels. The sight of her pure satin skin causes a rush of blood through my body. I’ve never felt anything like it before; like my blood is on fire. Fuck, if this carries on, I won’t last a minute.
Her white lace bra pushes her perfect mounds of flesh upso beautifully; I have to taste her porcelain skin—so I do. I pull the cup of her bra away from her breast, taking the soft pink bud of her nipple in my mouth. The sweet salt on her skin tastes incredible, just as I always imagined it would.
Calla reaches down to undo the button of my jeans; slowly running down the zip. Her finger hooks over the waistband of my boxers and skims my stomach. I hiss in a breath at her touch, but Cal is impatient. She pulls at my waistband, forcing me to stop and roll off her. I lay back on the bed while she gets up to remove my trainers and jeans. When she’s done, I sit up and with one swift move; I pull my black t-shirt over my head—her gentle intake of breath triggers a smile to my lips. I hope she likes what she sees as much as I appreciate every inch of her beautiful form. Before I cover her body with mine, I get rid of her short shorts for good. She giggles as I brush the outline of her hips and notice the ripple of goosebumps under my touch.
Once her shorts are gone, she lays back and extends her leg. I see my opportunity and take it; dropping soft kisses to her inner thigh until I reach her centre. My fingers follow suit across her thigh and towards the delicate lace of her G-string. I catch the heated look in her eyes before as I explore her incredible body. “Please, Ash, I want this,” she whispers.
I slowly slide between her legs. Catching the sliver of lace between my teeth, I pull the thin line away from her opening; eventually ripping it from her body. I want all of her; I need to taste every inch.
She reaches down for me. “Please, Ash, I need you inside me,” Cal begs. It’s the hottest thing she’s ever whispered, but I’m not giving in to her wants yet. What if we never have this moment together again? I have no idea what will happen between us, so every second has to count as if it were our last.
I look over her body, taking in every inch of her soft skinthen blow a gentle wave of air over her opening. She heaves in a breath, begging me to come to her, but again, I look up with hooded eyes. I’m drunk at the sight of her aching for me. I need to be inside her too, but I also want to give her every sensation within my power. She deserves everything.
I lick her opening, suck her clit and fuck her with my tongue. Her body moves, begging me for relief. There’s something in the way she breathes out my name, begging me to give in; to push her over the edge and towards her climax. She ignites a spark in my body, making me so hard, the need for her overpowers me.
I reach over, grab my jeans and take a condom from my wallet. As soon as it’s on, I slide over her body. Her fingers fan through her hair, then she reaches towards the top of the headboard. I pin her wrists together and hold them down with my hands above us. When I enter her, she writhes against my body. Sweet, gentle ripples engulf me as she squeezes around my length. Her skin is soft, smooth and perfect; the sensation of her breasts against my chest drives me faster. She feels so good; so totally perfect and I can’t stop touching every part of her. I watch as I enter her repeatedly, her cries husky and sexy as fuck. I want her to see it too. I pull away and her beautiful blues open at the loss. My tone is soft when I say, “Trust me, Cal.” Her eyes follow my movements when I move off the bed, grab her thighs and pull her towards me, so I’m between her legs. Then I enter her again. She lays back.
“No, Cal, I want you to watch.”
Slowly, she sits up on her elbows, taking in the sight of me entering again and again. Our eyes lock until the moment she is about to come. When she does, she can’t help but throw her head back, her voice crying out for me. Seconds later, I growl my release.
I catch my breath while taking her in like this. She isfucking perfect lying here, naked and all mine. I’m trying to commit every part of her to memory because Calla Bryson is the girl who stole my heart a long time ago. Now I’ve finally got what I’ve always wanted; I’m not taking any of this for granted. I just don’t know how I’m going to get over this girl. From the first day I saw her, I was hers. Parting from Calla will be no easy task, no matter how much I kid myself.
CHAPTER TWELVE
ASH
Calla is becomingmy new favourite habit.
During the last two weeks, my days revolve around the next time I’ll be seeing her, which is getting harder. Time is tight, what with my shifts at The Daisy Bar, band practice and trying to spend a few hours with Mum. I haven’t been busking at all because I’d rather spend any spare minute I have seeing Calla. She’s like my reward at the end of the day.
Mum hasn’t been back home during that time. She sleeps in my room while I sleep on the sofa; well, some of the time. I don’t mention I spend half the night at Calla’s, getting home before she wakes, but I’m sure she knows. The one time Mum caught me walking through the door; I told her I’d been busking. She laughed at that, well she would. It wasn’t even six am and I didn’t have my guitar.
Mum has an idea there’s a girl on the scene, but never asks any questions. I have no problem with her being around because she doesn’t need to know everything about me, twenty-four-seven. Mum has always respected my privacy, although I’m sure if I offered her the chance to meet Calla,she’d bite my hand off. I’ve never introduced her to any girl I’ve been seeing because I’ve never met anyone important enough. Calla is different, I’d take her home tomorrow, but I’m trying to keep a lid on us.
I’m thinking these things over while having dinner with Mum and Tommy, something I try to do as much as possible. She made cottage pie tonight which is one of Tommy’s favourites—so he says. I’m not sure who’s enjoying her stay with us most, Mum or Tom. Home-cooked food is one benefit instead of the takeaway crap we usually eat or toast and Marmite. Plus, the house has never been so clean.
It’s while we’re finishing up, there’s a knock on the door. It’s not unusual for anyone to turn up any time here. Maybe it’s Brett calling in to jam for a while. It’s the kind of thing he does when he has stuff on his mind. Or it could be one of Tommy’s latest conquests making an appearance. However, there hasn’t been anyone else since Angie came on the scene. At least, I don’t think there has.
While Tom makes my mum laugh about something which happened to him during a gig once, I get up to answer the door. He’s talking about this real dive bar we played a while ago. Getting paid with drinks instead of money, Tommy got smashed and drank the bar near dry. I’m listening to him, laughing away while hoping to fuck he doesn’t give too much info on what happened next. It doesn’t end well for me, seeing as I ended up in some random girls’ bed and couldn’t find the boys the next morning. I laugh to myself when I think back on it as I open the door, but my good mood drops like a stone.
“Is your mother with you?” He doesn’t even have the decency to say hello and looks straight past me, down the hall. The door to the kitchen is ajar, and it’s evident from her laughter, she’s here.
“She doesn’t want to see you, Dad.”
“I want to hear it from her, not you.” My reflexes take over when my arm shoots in front of him and blocks the entrance he attempts to barge through. His blackened stare meets my eyes as if he hates me. Okay then, if he wants to play this game, I’m okay with it. My teeth grind while my arm tenses to ensure he won’t get past me. “I don’t think so.”
