“What are you doing?”
She regards me, confusion mirrored in her eyes. “Getting ready and then heading back to my room,”
I grip the fabric in her hands and toss it behind me. “You aren’t going anywhere,”
“Erm, okay,” She places her hands on her hips, standing in all her naked glory. My brain greedily takes in her frame as I inspect her thoroughly.
Absolute perfection.
“I’m guessing that’s why?” She smirks and points at my crotch where I don’t have to inspect to know I am getting hard again.
“That is a reason why, yes. But after that we have other plans,”
One brow raises as I pull her into my chest and walk towards my bed. “And what might those plans be?” I push her down until her she is lying flat on my duvet, her white hair spilled out like silk, looking like an angel sent down to save me. Maybe she was.
I kneel between her legs and start to kiss my way up her thighs, her body shuddering as I place my mouth above her clit.
“I’m going to make you come three more times,” I place a kiss on her pussy which has her back bowing off the bed with a gasp. “Then we are going to shower,” I lick slowly from her entrance, ending with a circle around her swollen bud. “And then we are going to go to sleep in here together,”
Her head pops up from the bed and looks down at me.
“Your mine now little vixen.” Then I descend on her beautiful pussy as her moans fill my room.
TWENTY EIGHT
RUELLA
Awarmth I’ve never felt before pulls me from sleep, the gentle press of weight across my stomach sending a flicker of panic through my veins. My body goes still, breath caught somewhere between dream and waking. The instinct to scream claws up my throat, but I swallow it down before I startle whoever lies beside me.
My eyes adjust to the dim light. This isn’t my room. The sheets are darker, heavier. The bed frame carved from deep wood. A television glows faintly on the opposite wall, its reflection rippling across the floorboards. I close my eyes and inhale slowly as last night begins to play out behind my eyelids, the fundraiser, Asher’s voice cutting through the noise as he claimed me in front of everyone, his hands, his mouth, the quiet that followed.
He’d promised three more after the first, and he’s nothing if not a man of his word.
A smile ghosts over my lips as I stretch, the ache between my thighs both tender and electric.
A soft snore interrupts the memory. I turn, and there he is, Asher, utterly at peace. The sharpness he wears like armour smoothed away in sleep. My chest tightens.
He appears almost holy like this.
And he’s mine.
For now.
I run my fingertip down the bridge of his nose and the wrinkle it causes from the sensation makes him look younger than his years. When he settles again, I slowly shift out of his embrace and replace myself with a pillow. I roll my tongue around my mouth and grimace; it is as dry as the Sahara Desert from all the tequila. I grab one of Asher’s t-shirts from the back of his chair by the desk and pull it on before heading to the kitchenette.
After guzzling down two cold glasses of water, I decide to make a coffee with the overly fancy coffee machine on the counter, I give up trying to work it out and select a random button on the touch screen. When I am happy with the sound of grinding beans, I glance around for my bag and phone. The barely usable clutch is dropped on the floor to the side of the sofa and my cheeks flush at the memory of Asher using my mouth last night. He played my body like a fiddle, everything that came out of his mouth was like liquid gold, melting me into putty in his hands. And holy hell, did he know how to use those hands.
I shake my head from the memory and grab my bag, hoping to text Piper to make sure she had a good night. I wanted to get closer to her to be able to get some information, but instead my night turned into something else. Asher derailed it, but it was worth it.
I groan when I go to open my messages but find my phone out of battery. I search around the living area and find a charger.
“Yes,” I leave it by the side table and wait for it to get a little battery while I finish making my coffee. I bring the warm cup to lips and enjoy the burn when I take the first sip, half leaning against the counter. The sun is just rising above the horizon, casting a golden glow around theapartment style room, in odds with the frost I can see glistening on top of the trees.
I am lost in the quiet of the morning, more peaceful that I have ever felt after the best sleep of my life. I don’t think I have ever felt as safe as within Asher’s warm arms.
The buzzing of my phone goes on and on and on with text after text coming through.
I rush over and grab it, seeing what gossip Corden will have for me after leaving him at the fundraiser.
