Page 48 of Ask Me Something

“Christ,” he muttered, gripping my ass and grinding against me. His mouth took mine again. We were both desperate for the skin on skin contact we’d been denying ourselves over the last few days.

I rocked my hips into him and gasped when his fingers worked their way inside of me. Our eyes locked, and I lifted myself up slightly, setting down on the head of his erection.

“I—” he started to protest.

I didn’t let him finish, instead kissing him with everything I had. All of the pent-up frustration, desire, and attraction from the past few days poured into it.

He shifted me slightly and then drove home. “Sash—”

I arched back, stretching with his full length, loving the sound of my name on his lips. We were frantic with our hands and mouths. There was something about taking Brian out of his control zone that fueled me.

He withdrew a fraction, but then slammed back into me, holding my hips in place while he thrust, setting a frenzied rhythm. His lips traveled down the curve of my neck, and my nails raked over his back. When his hand slipped between us and rubbed my clit, he sent me completely over the edge within minutes. His pace increased, and, on one last thrust, I could feel his scorching hot release deep into my core.

As we fought to get our breathing regulated, I sensed the moment Brian withdrew, both literally and figuratively. He set me down on my feet abruptly and waded up toward the beach, leaving me stunned and a little unsure what to make of it. Was he angry?

He dressed quickly on the shoreline and looked surprised I didn’t follow. He picked up my clothes, shook them free of sand, and waited.

After walking up out of the water, I snagged my dress from his outstretched hands and put it on quickly without my panties. I slipped on my sandals, and regarded him with his tense jaw and gritted teeth. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on with you?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “You had to—what? Prove that you could take control?”

I was stunned. First, I’d never seen Brian this angry. Second, if anyone were to freak out after the first time we’d had sex, my money would have been on me. But instead I was the calm one? “You can’t be serious. I didn’t take control. We both lost it.”

“That wasn’t the plan. We were supposed to agree, and then we’d have time to do things properly.”

“Do you think I prearranged this? You practically dared me to do something spontaneous, and all of a sudden I’m the bad guy. Why does it matter? We were leading up to this either way.”

“It matters because I didn’t want this to get screwed up like it is right now.”

“The only thing screwed up right now is your reaction to what just happened.”

“I told you how I wanted this to be. This wasn’t it. This was you pushing it.”

“Maybe I did push it, but it wasn’t because I was against the agreement. It’s because up until three nights ago, I didn’t know what it was like to crave sex with anyone. You asked me who my best orgasm had ever been with, and you know what? It was you, up against your damn basement couch. So you’ll have to excuse the fact that when you waded in naked after me and then touched me, I lost my mind.”

He stood there staring at me for the longest time, apparently absorbing what I’d revealed.

“You know, for someone who didn’t want a one-night stand, you’re doing a hell of a job heading in that direction. Goodnight.” I turned on my heel and started walking.

“Wait,” he called after me. He finally caught up as I was about to enter the lobby.

We both froze when we saw Brian’s mom making a beeline for us.

“Ah, shit,” he cursed, clearly bracing himself.

Giving her a tight smile, I was about to excuse myself from whatever she wanted with Brian when she pointed at me.

“Oh, no, you don’t. You’re the one I want to talk to. Did you spill wine on Rebecca tonight and then threaten that she’d be sent home?” his mother questioned.

Fan-fucking-tastic timing. I’d just had sex with her son minutes ago and now was being confronted while holding my panties in my hand.

Judging from the look on her son’s face, he was completely clueless. I squared my shoulders and gave her my best unaffected look. She might be Brian’s mother, but I’d hit my absolute max when it came to dealing with people today.

“I did,” I said without further explanation.

She narrowed her eyes. “Why are you both wet?” That fact apparently just dawning on her.

Brian answered, “We were swimming. Now what’s this about?”

“It’s about your brother’s wife in tears, saying that Sasha here spilled wine on her and then threatened her,” his mother accused.

Actually, it was Haylee who had issued the threat, but I didn’t bother to point that out. “I’d suggest, that you inform Rebecca that if she can’t say anything nice, then not to say anything at all.”

Brian’s mom looked furious. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I’ve been friends and neighbors with the Singers for almost forty years, and if you think—”

“I’m going to stop you there. Josh and his family would do absolutely anything for Haylee. They adore her. Do you think they’d like hearing what Rebecca said to her or, better yet, the fact that you’re defending her? Now goodnight to you both.” It was tempting to reiterate for Brian’s sake what was actually said, but I realized it didn’t matter. It was my word against hers and there was no way I was allowing either one of them to approach Haylee the night before her wedding for confirmation.

I held my head high and walked away with as much dignity as a woman with panties balled up in her fist could.

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