bed, breast to chest. Stuffed full of my dick, Ashe folded her long legs around my back, and I held her to me as I pushed inside with short hard thrusts.
Ashe grabbed my hair and dragged our mouths together. Long licking lunges of our tongues matched the long slow lunges of my cock as I lifted her up and down with my hands cupped beneath her ass.
“Slow ride, baby,” I gasped when she tried to fuck me faster.
I wet my thumb, pressed my hand between our bodies, and found her clit. I gave Ashe that extra nudge over the edge, pulling her ponytail so her head whipped back at the last minute.
She arched with a cry, coming again.
Lowering her down, I couldn’t wait any longer. I jackhammered into her as she clamped around me, wailing. My skin on fire, my vision blurred, my balls practically contracted inside my shaft. I stiffened all over and reared up with a scorching sensation shooting through my cock until it lashed out of my dick in long endless spurts.
I roared through it all.
Afterward, when I remembered that thing called breathing, I flopped beside Ashe and pulled her to me.
“Good thing I’m a cop.” She placed her thigh over mine and rested her head under my chin.
“Why’s that?”
“Otherwise my neighbors would be calling the police after that racket.”
I pinched her ass. “Your fault.”
“Not entirely.”
Unable to stop touching her, I drew my hands up and down her spine before settling on her abdomen. Mmm. The tattoos. I wasn’t done with those yet. I rolled Ashe to her back and swooped down.
“Tiger lilies.” I licked the petals of one orange flower.
Ashe gasped, “What?”
“Found out what these flowers are. Perfect for you.” I gave her one last lick before returning to her side.
We snoozed for a bit and when we woke it was sunset. A glowing purple-red one that bathed her bedroom in soft, hazy colors. Ashe stretched as she stood from the bed. She padded to her closet, and I lounged on top of the covers, enjoying the warmth and the scent of our sex. She returned, pulling a sundress over her head. It was white, nearly sheer, very pretty.
I really liked that, but . . . “You said you don’t wear skirts.”
“Technically not a skirt. It’s a dress.” She flipped the thigh-high hem with a smile. “And I meant when I’m on my bike.”
“ Hmm .” I rubbed a finger across my lips. “I like it.”
When I got up, Ashe stared at me. I stretched, too, all my muscles contracting. Fuck me, but I felt awesome. I sauntered up to her and lifted her chin. Sliding my fingers through her hair—finally loosened from the ponytail—I held her still for my slow, deep, drugging kiss.
Her tongue played with mine, and her hands settled on my back, pulling me closer until my cock rubbed against the white material of her dress.
I broke away with a soft groan. Then I swatted her on the ass and asked, “What’s for dinner?”
“Brodie! You pig. Did you forget which one of us carries the gun around here?”
“Nope. I think it’s hot.” Then I remembered her gunshot wounds and reconsidered with a deep frown. “Long as you don’t get shot at again. That fucking flips me out.”
Her eyes flickered to mine before she looked away. A feeling of intense protectiveness over Ashe made a new home in my gut.
She tossed me my jeans. “I suppose if I have to feed you, you better put on some clothes.”
“Really?”
****
I helped Ashe make dinner, of course. All I ended up doing was some slicing and dicing, but I wasn’t a total waster. The pasta dish was really good, and I told her so after I dug in.
“Fresh shrimp?” I asked.
Her bare foot hooked behind my calf as she sat across from me. “Shem Creek.”
“You know your foot’s gonna have to reach a lot higher to find what you want, Ashe.”
She chuckled and withdrew her leg.
Bummer .
We devoured the food and drank a bottle of white wine. She was surprised I knew it was Chenin Blanc. Like I was a total blockhead.
“You know,
Ashe grabbed my hair and dragged our mouths together. Long licking lunges of our tongues matched the long slow lunges of my cock as I lifted her up and down with my hands cupped beneath her ass.
“Slow ride, baby,” I gasped when she tried to fuck me faster.
I wet my thumb, pressed my hand between our bodies, and found her clit. I gave Ashe that extra nudge over the edge, pulling her ponytail so her head whipped back at the last minute.
She arched with a cry, coming again.
Lowering her down, I couldn’t wait any longer. I jackhammered into her as she clamped around me, wailing. My skin on fire, my vision blurred, my balls practically contracted inside my shaft. I stiffened all over and reared up with a scorching sensation shooting through my cock until it lashed out of my dick in long endless spurts.
I roared through it all.
Afterward, when I remembered that thing called breathing, I flopped beside Ashe and pulled her to me.
“Good thing I’m a cop.” She placed her thigh over mine and rested her head under my chin.
“Why’s that?”
“Otherwise my neighbors would be calling the police after that racket.”
I pinched her ass. “Your fault.”
“Not entirely.”
Unable to stop touching her, I drew my hands up and down her spine before settling on her abdomen. Mmm. The tattoos. I wasn’t done with those yet. I rolled Ashe to her back and swooped down.
“Tiger lilies.” I licked the petals of one orange flower.
Ashe gasped, “What?”
“Found out what these flowers are. Perfect for you.” I gave her one last lick before returning to her side.
We snoozed for a bit and when we woke it was sunset. A glowing purple-red one that bathed her bedroom in soft, hazy colors. Ashe stretched as she stood from the bed. She padded to her closet, and I lounged on top of the covers, enjoying the warmth and the scent of our sex. She returned, pulling a sundress over her head. It was white, nearly sheer, very pretty.
I really liked that, but . . . “You said you don’t wear skirts.”
“Technically not a skirt. It’s a dress.” She flipped the thigh-high hem with a smile. “And I meant when I’m on my bike.”
“ Hmm .” I rubbed a finger across my lips. “I like it.”
When I got up, Ashe stared at me. I stretched, too, all my muscles contracting. Fuck me, but I felt awesome. I sauntered up to her and lifted her chin. Sliding my fingers through her hair—finally loosened from the ponytail—I held her still for my slow, deep, drugging kiss.
Her tongue played with mine, and her hands settled on my back, pulling me closer until my cock rubbed against the white material of her dress.
I broke away with a soft groan. Then I swatted her on the ass and asked, “What’s for dinner?”
“Brodie! You pig. Did you forget which one of us carries the gun around here?”
“Nope. I think it’s hot.” Then I remembered her gunshot wounds and reconsidered with a deep frown. “Long as you don’t get shot at again. That fucking flips me out.”
Her eyes flickered to mine before she looked away. A feeling of intense protectiveness over Ashe made a new home in my gut.
She tossed me my jeans. “I suppose if I have to feed you, you better put on some clothes.”
“Really?”
****
I helped Ashe make dinner, of course. All I ended up doing was some slicing and dicing, but I wasn’t a total waster. The pasta dish was really good, and I told her so after I dug in.
“Fresh shrimp?” I asked.
Her bare foot hooked behind my calf as she sat across from me. “Shem Creek.”
“You know your foot’s gonna have to reach a lot higher to find what you want, Ashe.”
She chuckled and withdrew her leg.
Bummer .
We devoured the food and drank a bottle of white wine. She was surprised I knew it was Chenin Blanc. Like I was a total blockhead.
“You know,
Similar Books
