“True.” Her brow evens out, and a wide smile graces her delectable mouth. “And we couldn’t continue our party tradition if we didn’t have the space to host it.”
For the past couple years, Ashley’s house was party central on Friday nights. Everyone at Lowell Academy—the private high school I attended with my girl and my best friend—knew Ash’s parents traveled a lot for business and were rarely home. Parties at her house on Friday nights were the norm, and we made the most of it.
Those were good times.
“Exactly.” I sling my arm around her shoulders, and we head toward the sidewalk. “Let’s check out your new place.”
“Ournew place,” she corrects, fixing me with a challenging look.
I know how to pick my battles, and this isn’t one I need to win. I playfully swat her ass. “Yep. Let’s get our shit inside and explore.”
“We need to pick bedrooms,” she says, grabbing a couple of bags. “I mean you’ll sleep with me in the master, but you need to choose your own room for nights when Jase and I want to be alone. I told him the same thing.” Ash’s parents don’t know she invited Jase to move in with us too. She would rather her parents didn’t know she’s fucking her so-called best friend’s boyfriend.
“Leave those to me.” I swipe the bags from her hands as she puts her foot on the first step, deliberately not touching the Jase topic. I told my friend I would give him until today to talk to her, and I’m giving him another couple of hours. If he doesn’t show soon, I’m updating Ash. I don’t want her blindsided and knowledge is power. Especially when it comes to that bitch Julia Manford. I have never trusted that girl, and I’m convinced there is a lot more going on than she’d have us believe.
Ash rolls her eyes. “I’m not an invalid, Chad.” Her tiny fingers attempt to wrap around one of my biceps. “I might not have your big, brawny muscles, but I’m no weakling. I can carry some bags up a few steps.”
Dropping the bags, I scoop her up into my arms, grinning at her like a loon as I change the plans.
“What the hell are you doing?” she shrieks, flinging her arms around my neck and beaming at me as I bound up the steps.
“Carrying my ladylove over the threshold,” I say, plucking the key from her fingers when we reach the door.
“Oh, be still my heart.” She pats her chest, before leaning in to press a kiss to my jaw. “I love sweet Chad,” she purrs, licking the side of my neck. Fiery tingles shoot down my chest and arms, and I love how she still turns me on so much. It’s how I know she’s the one. The only woman for me. The one I will navigate through life by my side and draw my last breath with. “Almost as much as I lovebadChad,” she adds, waggling her brows suggestively.
Losing our virginity to one another at fifteen had many advantages. We got to explore sex together, and she didn’t bat an eye when I revealed a few kinks. Ash is game to try everything and anything, and she loves my naughty side. She truly is the perfect woman.
Cradling her in my arms, I maneuver the door open, whistling when I step inside. The circular entryway has a high ceiling with industrial lighting and distressed wooden floors. An enclosed coat closet is tucked sleekly under an impressive wooden staircase that has a glass railing and strip lighting under each step. A long table holds a lamp made of stained glass, a bowl for keys, and a vase filled with colorful flowers.
Not that Ash has noticed. She’s too fixated on me.
My inner Neanderthal man growls in satisfaction as she pins me with lust-drenched eyes and wicked intent. I like where this is heading.
“I say to hell with unpacking,” she purrs in that unintentional sultry tone she reverts to when she’s aroused. “Let’s start as we mean to go on.” A naughty glint flickers in her eyes and I’m instantly sucked in. Ashley has this way of hypnotizing me with one molten look or one wicked word.
She’s my sexy siren, and I’m a fucking lucky bastard I get to call her mine. I know half the guys on my old football team had a major hard-on for her. Especially when some of them discovered I was sharing her with Jase. I had more than a few additional offers, but I’m not into sharing my girl with just any Tom,Dick,or Harry.
It works with Jase because I trust him to treat my girl the way she deserves to be treated. It was clear there was an attraction between them, and I knew what Ashley needed before she could voice her desire. It’s not like I don’t get anything out of it. Watching my best bud fuck my forever girl is so hot. I’m not into dudes, and Jase and I have never, nor will we ever, cross swords, but damn if it doesn’t turn me on watching him drive his cock inside my woman in every way imaginable.
“Babe.” She snaps her fingers in my face. “Where’d you go?”
“The same place you did.” I lick my lips as I reposition her so she’s plastered to my front with her legs wrapped around my waist.
“I want to christen the hall first,” she says, grinding her pussy against the growing bulge in my jeans.
“I love the way your mind works, Siren.” I crash my lips against hers as I spin us around and walk over to the wall just inside the open doorway. Shoving her spine against the exposed brickwork, I pivot my hips and thrust against her, already leaking precum behind my boxers.
“Chad,” she moans into my mouth. “Take me here, right now, with the door open.”
My brows climb to my hairline as a grin tugs up the corners of my mouth. “Taking a page out of Jase’s book now?”
“He doesn’t own the monopoly on exhibitionism or public fucking,” she says, sucking my lower lip into her mouth. “I need to ride your dick, and I want it now.” She slides a hand between our bodies, and her confident sass turns me the fuck on.
Reclaiming her mouth in a searing-hot kiss, I groan as she grips my straining dick through my jeans, tracing the outline of it with her fingers. I grind against her as she pops the button on my jeans, her hand diving into my boxers to stroke my hard length, while our lips lock in a slew of mind-blowing, earth-shattering kisses. Shoving my hand up under her shirt, I yank her bra down and grope her tit.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I rasp as she pumps me in her hand while I pluck and tweak her nipple. “Work me good.” We’re thrusting against one another as I hold her up against the wall and fondle her gorgeous tits, both of us panting and craving more. I’m so lost in my woman I barely register the sound of a motorcycle parking, the thud of footsteps approaching, or the barely discernible intake of breath as someone steps into the hall.
“Smile for the camera,” a man with a gruff, unfortunately familiar voice says after a few beats.
