He helps me up to standing and takes my hand, leading me over to the ballet barre he installed for me. The sight of the two of us together in the floor-to-ceiling mirror steals my breath. His sweat-slicked skin, the dark ink of his tattoo stark against his tan, while I feel sticky and hot, my face flushed, and my eyes wide. This man is built for fucking, and in comparison to him, I look like an innocent little mouse, even with my new badass haircut and fake tattoo.
His eyes flare with heat as he places my hands on the barre. “Hold on, princess.” His lips twist as his eyes run over me, I’m sure wondering the same thing. “If you feel dizzy, tell me.” His voice is more serious.
I meet his eyes in the mirror. “I’m already lightheaded, but it’s not from my head injury.” I cringe as I say it. Who the hell even am I right now?
His laughter tells me he agrees. His hands glide over my skin as he hooks his thumb in the side of my panties and drags them down my legs. He’s taking it slow, and the anticipation he’s creating is killing me. When he makes it to my feet, he bunches my panties up and tosses them aside, then his hands are back on my skin. His knee slides between my legs, forcing them out wider. My arousal drips onto him, my body so desperate for him to claim me already. But instead of sliding home, he brings his fingers up to my mouth. “Suck.”
I roll my tongue around them and then draw them into my mouth. They’re sticky and taste of whiskey and ice cream. I watch in the mirror as he removes his fingers, dances them downmy body and over my ass cheek, then around my hip, straight through the thin strip of pubic hair and between my legs.
I cry out as he plunges two fingers deep inside me. “Ash.”
His eyes gleam, dark and wicked with desire as he pumps them in and out of me, the sound of my arousal thick in the air. “Watch me fuck you with my fingers, princess.” He adjusts the position of his leg, then he pushes his digits back inside me. “Your tight little cunt stretching for me is so fucking hot.”
Heat beams off my cheeks as I watch his fingers pumping in and out of me, my needy little body molding for him. “Mmm.” He’s right, watching him pleasure me is fucking hot. I lift my leg, placing it on the barre so I’m stretched out wide.
“Fuck, I love how flexible you are.” His thumb dusts over my clit, the tension building inside with every stroke and plunge of his fingers. From the expression on his pretty face, I know he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
My eyes roll back in my head, and my moan echoes through the gym as I come undone for him. My pussy clenching around his fingers. I try and catch my breath, but it’s gone. I’m gone, wrapped up in a haze of everything Asher. My racing heart sings the words my lips can’t: I’m in love with this man.
Suddenly, his hands find their way to my waist, and with a swift turn, he hoists me up before sitting my bare ass on the barre.
Panting like crazy, I lean back against the cool, smooth mirror for support as I try to get my erratic heart under control, our eyes locking in a way that sends a shiver through me and straight to my thumping heart. I don’t know what it is with these boys that has them breaking down my defenses and making me want to bleed my heart out for them. All I know is when I’m with them, every promise I’ve ever made to myself vanishes.
“Are you okay?” he rasps, and I know he feels this as well. It’s hot as hell between us, but it’s so much more.
“Yes, don’t stop,” I mutter quickly, trying to get this back to him screwing me, not looking at me like he wants to ride off into the sunset together.
His hands dig into my hips, getting the angle right as he plows back inside of me balls deep.
Pleasure jolts through me, raw and primal. “Yes, Ash, just like that.” My groans of pure pleasure fill the air and vibrate off the walls.
His hands cup my face, and his hurried kiss is rough and demanding against my lips. I press my breasts into his chest, our closeness everything. His heart is hammering just as urgently as mine as he pumps in and out with deep thrusts that jolt through me in the best way possible.
As he pulls back, his teeth graze over my lip, a stupid warmth washing over me as his eyes lock onto mine. My heart could stop now, and I would be content because I’ve experienced the profound feeling of a connection like this. “I know you feel this as well,” he whispers, almost desperate.
I nod, my heart fluttering wildly, tears dangerously close to falling from my eyes. “I’m right here with you, Ash.”
“Fucking perfect, little princess.” His hand moves to the mirror, and he thrusts into me roughly, taking me over the edge with him as he grunts out his nickname for me.
Struggling to find air and get my pulsing pussy under control, I throw my arms around his neck and pull him in close. I can’t tell him how I feel, but I don’t think I have to. Because that wasn’t screwing. It was so much more, and I know he feels it too.
Chapter 14
Love’s A Hard Game to Play
“Wherearewegoing?”I ask Jagger as he pulls onto the road back to Ravens Hollow. We haven’t been out of the house in a week. And I was starting to think they would never let me out of that place again. As much as the time to recover has been necessary, I was going a little stir crazy trapped with the three of them.
“The Raven’s Nest,” Jagger grumbles over his shoulder, like he hates the idea, but I know he wouldn’t be taking me there unless he was fully on board.
I glance at Cruz seated beside me in the back of Jagger’s Range Rover, confused as hell. “What? I thought it wasn’t safe?”
Cruz smirks, all cheeky. “Your funeral was held this morning, and your brother’s private plane left just over an hour ago for Italy. You have your new look and ID. Looks like the coast is clear for you to venture back into the real world.”
I nibble my bottom lip as I watch the town whiz past through the extra-tinted windows, excitement and anxiety churning through me at that thought. The boys’ protection might be suffocating, but heading back into the real world also feels scary in a way it never did before.
Cruz’s fingers brush over my bare thigh. “Relax, little darlin’, you’re getting some freedom.”
I nuzzle into him, comforted by his strong arms and the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat under my ear. He makes me feel so safe. As Jagger drives on, Cruz plays with my hair so softly it makes me sleepy. I close my eyes and try to relax as I listen to the chill music they’re playing through the car, wondering how this is going to work now that I’m someone else. I don’t feel all that different, even if I look it with my makeover. The mini denim skirt, black graphic tee, and leather jacket complete my look today and definitely give off biker-chick vibes and not little princess like the girls at the club were used to seeing me as. But is it enough? And does it even matter all that much if my brother is no longer in town? I guess the cops did still want me for questioning.
