Burying my head in her chest, I slide one hand down between our bodies to rub her clit. My balls are heavy, and a familiar tingle shoots up my spine as my orgasm crests. I pinch her clit, and she screams out my name as she convulses on top of me, her warm pussy squeezing the cum from my dick as I explode inside her.
We rock against one another, hugging and kissing, until we are both sated. Then I hold her sweat-slickened body against mine, promising myself I will do everything I can to protect her broken heart from further pain.
Using my shirt, I clean us both up, and then we get dressed and head upstairs.
Shit for brains is walking out of the master suite when we reach the door.
Ash narrows her eyes at her stepbrother. “What were you doing in our room?”
“Moving my shit out.”
His ever-perpetual arrogant grin is plastered on his face, and as usual, my fists itch with a craving to wipe it away. It’s not surprising he’d taken the master suite. His apparent amicable vacating of it is much less so.
My girlfriend shares my suspicions when she says, “And you’re just giving it up with no reservations, huh?” She pushes into his face. “I don’t trust you.”
“Fuck if I care.” He shrugs. “Daddy wants his precious princess to have the master suite, and I need to keep the old man on my side. There’s no big conspiracy theory behind my actions, but if you want to create one, knock yourself out, dollface.”
Deciding to take Jase’s advice, I snatch Ashley’s hand and brush past Ares, ignoring him as I guide my girlfriend into the bedroom.
“You should probably change the sheets,” he hollers, and I hear the grin in his tone. “Unless you don’t mind questionable stains and a few wet patches.”
“You’re disgusting,” Ashley says, her face contorting into a grimace as she turns to face him. I wrap my arms around her from behind, glaring at the asshole.
“Well,someoneis loud when they come, and I’m a guy with a high sex drive.” He presses up against her, and I’m seconds away from making good on my murder threat. “If you don’t want me jerking off to your moans and screams, maybe tone it down next time, dollface,” he adds just before I shove him backward and slam the door in his face.
ChapterSeven
Chad
“I’m going to end up on a murder charge,” I mumble, flipping the lock on the bedroom door after Ash steps inside. I toss my soiled shirt in the laundry basket by the door as I rake an approving look around the spacious room.
“Not if I beat you to it first,” Ash quips, scrunching her nose as she stares at the messy sheets on the king-sized bed.
Removing my cell, I swipe my finger across the screen and scroll through my apps. “Can you close the curtains, Siren?”
“It’s the middle of the day.” Ash tilts her head to one side and frowns.
“I downloaded this app you can use to check for cameras and bugs,” I explain, opening it up. “You have to darken the room for it to work.”
Ash’s eyes pop wide. “You think the asshole installed a camera?”
“Why else would he give up the master so easily? I don’t trust the dickhead.”
“Valid point.” My girl pulls the heavy drapes over, plunging the room into almost complete darkness.
Ash leans against the door to the en suite bathroom, watching me as I scan every inch of our bedroom.
“Fucking prick,” I hiss when a light flares as I scan my cell across the socket just inside the door. “Did you come across a toolbox on your tour earlier?”
“There was a box of basic supplies in a cupboard in the laundry room,” she says, striding toward me. “I’ll grab a screwdriver.”
I turn the light on after she’s left, cursing that asshole every which way to Sunday. I like filming my girl but always with her permission. How dare that fuckface try to pull this shit. We owe him major payback for it.
Ash returns a couple of minutes later, and I unscrew the socket and remove the small, thin, cylindrical recording device. I smash it to smithereens under my foot before picking up the ruined remains and tossing it in the trash. That’ll teach the prick to try to get one over on us.
“I can’t believe he did that,” Ash says, shaking her head as she relocks our bedroom door.
“I can. The guy’s a complete jerk, and he’s obsessed with you,” I reply, toeing my sneakers off before I pad toward the bathroom.
