He rocks down against me, whimpering and meeting my thrusts halfway.
“Yeah, that’s it.” I groan, bucking into him as he leans back, bracing himself against the steering wheel. “Ride my cock on this tractor, farm boy.”
He gasps, lashes fluttering. “Oh,f-fuck—Troy!”
I grab his dick, smoothing my thumb against the leaking head. Ashton whines, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel, struggling to keep himself upright. His golden hair flops against his forehead, damp with sweat.
“Come on my cock, blondie,” I beg, stroking him in time with my thrusts.
My thighs are shaking with effort, muscles trembling as my orgasm builds inside me. I’m biting my lip so hard I can taste blood. I toy with the head of his cock, squeezing it softly, relishing the way he gasps and twitches at the touch.
He drops his head back, whining broken syllables that sound like my name. His body tenses as his dick swells in my hand, shooting his load across my chest. He convulses and tightens around me, riding me through his orgasm with fast, frantic jolts of his hips.
I grab his waist, holding him flush against me as I pump him full of my release. My vision turns white, pleasure firing through my synapses, every nerve in my body tuned-in to nothing butAshton. His heavy breathing. His impossibly tight heat. His come dripping down my stomach.
My forehead drops against his chest as I fight to catch my breath. Ashton clings to me, his arms locked around my neck. He’s solid and warm where he straddles me—sweat-slicked skin, steady heartbeat, all of him pressing close—and I wouldn’t shift him away for anything.
He fits here. In my lap. In my arms. Our bodies still tangled together, breaths slowly syncing as the world narrows to this single point of contact.
I would let his crushing weight steal the air from my lungs if it meant getting to feel him like this. As close as possible. Completely mine.
I lean back just enough to look at him, brushing my thumb along his cheek, still flushed and damp. “Was it as good as you imagined in your dirty fantasies?” I tease softly.
Ashton huffs out a breath that turns into a quiet laugh before he leans in and kisses me again. It’s slow and sweet, his fingers slipping into my hair, combing through it gently.
A blissed-out smile tugs at his lips. “Even better.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Troy
Thebrewerythrumswiththe loud churn of machinery, the sound ricocheting off the brick walls. The steady roar drowns out my thoughts and demands my full attention. Most nights I like it this way. After the taproom closes and the last of my employees heads out, the place settles into a familiar rhythm of organized chaos—fermenters ticking, refrigeration units humming steadily, the faint scent of yeast and malt hanging in the air.
Tonight the whole building smells like autumn.
I lean over the small stainless test kettle, slowly stirring the cooling wort. The toasted malt has already deepened the color to a rich copper, and when I lift the spoon to smell it, there’s a warmth to it—caramel, a hint of brown sugar.
The door in the alley thumps softly. A second later the hinges creak, and a gust of cool night air slips into the brewery along with the familiar sound of boots on concrete.
“Ashton?” I call.
“Who else would it be?”
I grin before I even see him.
He pushes the door closed behind him and crosses the room, the faint moonlight outlining him for a moment before he steps into the harsher glow of the overhead lights. His flannel hangs half-buttoned, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his hair tucked beneath a backward cap.
He closes the space between us and leans in to kiss me. It’s quick, soft, familiar enough that my shoulders loosen before I even realize they were tight.
“How’s it going?” he asks when he pulls back.
“Good,” I say automatically, turning back to the kettle. “Working on something new.”
He leans against the counter beside me, bumping my shoulder lightly. “Yeah, I could smell it from outside.”
I snort. “That bad?”
“No.” His eyes drift to the steam rising from the kettle. “Actually smells pretty great.” He watches me stir for a moment before adding, “I just wanted to stop by and check on you. Haven’t heard from you all day.”
