His fingers dive between our bodies, teasing my clit, circling and grazing the still-sensitive bead as he continues thrusting, and holy hell, I am going to explode into a million pieces.
My grip on his forearm tightens, but I don’t want to hurt him. I move my hands across his back, down his ass, clawing at him, craving him like a drug, and I need my next hit.
My body arches off the mattress, tightening my grip around him as I tremble and groan, feeling the impending wave coming.
“I’m going to—” I gasp, and Ashton is right there with me, keeping his movements timed for me, knowing what I need as my body gives in and wraps around his cock, squeezing him.
My insides throb as the quivers pulsate through my body, like little tremors, as I clench down and let go.
It’s only a few seconds and then Ashton picks up speed, his deliberate strokes that were paced and timed perfectly for me go harder, faster, quicker until I hear his groan and feel his body tense and shudder as he comes right after me.
He’s panting hard, sweat dripping from his brow as he rolls off me, discards the condom, before lying with me on his mattress. There’s not much room for two, but we make it work.
He curls against me, keeping me close, with his hand over my hip.
He draws lazy patterns across my skin, and I lean back into his embrace, comforted.
“You should know,” his warm breath tickles my neck, “I never let anyone spend the night in my room.”
A smile spreads across my face as I fight a yawn. “Well, I’m not leaving. So, if you want the room to yourself, then you’d better get out.”
Ashton kisses the bare skin of my shoulder. “You’re brave, kicking me out of my room.”
“Don’t go pulling the my daddy is mafia card.” I yawn and let my eyes drift shut. “I have that one too.”
“That isn’t what I meant.”
“Are you sure?” I yawn again.
“Sleep,” Ashton says and leans over slightly to drop a kiss on my cheek. “Quit fighting with me.”
“Quit keeping me awake,” I grumble. “You gave me three orgasms, and I’m exhausted.”
He laughs softly. “Yes, boss. Anything else I can do for you, my queen?”
He’s mocking me.
“Don’t make me wake my brother and have him kick your ass,” I threaten.
I’m joking, but he doesn’t laugh. Because we both know Luca finding out about what happened is a terrible idea.
Eight
Luca
Friday night, I drive over to my parents’ house as planned. We have dinner, all of us, including Moreno, Paige, and Nova tonight.
I’m glad to have Nova around, because she’s at least someone under this roof I can trust and count on.
Although she won’t be living here for much longer, which is both a relief and a regret. I’m glad she’s coming to EU. I’m not thrilled that she’ll be moving in with us, because I don’t want any of the guys getting any lurid ideas about my sister.
She’s off-limits.
I’ve made it clear that no one touches her, but it was also because she was seventeen and in high school.
Nova is eighteen now, and she starts college in a couple of weeks. It’s going to be hard chasing all the boys away from her.
But maybe Harper can help me with that too. Somehow, between her time with Zeke and studying, she can chase the guys away from Nova.
