My nose touched hers. “We’re going to discover more about each other as time goes on, baby. You’re going to learn and teach me, and I am going to learn and teach you. This is a give and take kind of thing,” I explained. “You needing to touch yourself to release isn’t something to be ashamed of.”
“But you should be the one—”
“Did I not make you feel good?”
Heat bloomed in her cheeks. “Well, I—”
“Answer the question,” I pushed, scanning her face.
“You did.”
“You liked my cock inside you?”
She nodded.
“Did I do anything that you didn’t like?”
“Ash, we don’t—”
“Yes, we do. Couples talk about this, about sex. It’s normal. There is nothing to be ashamed of.” She pressed her lips together, staring up at me. My throat bobbed. “And if you think that you needing to touch yourself somehow upsets me, it doesn’t. That shit is hot as fuck.”
She blinked, her lips parting. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“But you want to make me come?”
“I helped, and that’s good enough for me,” I told her. “I promise, this never has to be about me.”
“But what about your ego?”
I smiled, shaking my head. “My ego knows when to shut the fuck up, and he definitely did last night. I don’t care about me in the bedroom. I care about you and your pleasure.”
“Well, that’s not fair.”
“It is when I get off on watching you come,” I said, my voice thick. My cock twitched. Her eyes widened. I flexed my hips. “And Christ, the face you make…I’ll never be able to forget it. I don’t want to forget it.”
“So that doesn’t bother you?”
“You could tie me to a chair and force me to watch you play with your cunt, and I would come when you did, beautiful.”
She pushed me back, looking at me funny. “Wait, what?”
I pressed a kiss to her nose. “You heard me.”
Then I got out of bed to take a piss. When I saw my reflection in the mirror, I didn’t see me, but the part of me I’d lost in Devil’s Den. He was covered in blood, his eyes swollen shut, his lip busted open. He was malnourished, cold, and barely holding on.
His good eye landed on mine and he slammed his mangled hand against the glass. “You’re a dead man walking, Ash Doss.”
Angel had called my name over three times, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Grayson’s text.
Grayson: Team meeting. Noon.
“Ash?”
“Yeah, baby?” I muttered, looking up. I froze at the sight of her in a navy satin nightie and her rain boots, a floral teacup in her hand, steam rising from it. Fucking hell. “What are you doing?”
She huffed and pushed some of her hair back. “I have to go out into the garden for some oregano for dinner. Marg called. She wants me to come in for a meeting.”
