Page 11 of One Night Rendezvous

He’s looking down at me, those coal black eyes of his intent, like he’s waiting to see if I get it. And I do. “I know a little bit about that. I’m Doogie’s kid, after all. That automatically makes me suspect in most people’s eyes. Or if not suspect, beneath their notice because how, when he’s my dad, could I ever amount to anything?” I can say these things to him because he gets it. In a lot of ways, we’re the same. We’ve been marked by our family name, our futures decided by everyone else around us because no one thinks we’ll ever break the generational curses that haunt us.

He nods. “Yeah. I figured you’d get it. But I don’t want to talk about our pasts or our families or this goddamn town. I don’t really want to talk at all, Ash.”

I reach for the buttons on my shirt and slip one free. Then the next. When the fabric parts, I’m wearing a lacy black bra underneath. And the panties match. Because I knew what I was coming over here for.

He leans down and his mouth is on my neck, biting, licking, teasing. And he moves lower each time until I can feel the heat of his breath on my nipple. When his lips close around it, I can’t stop the little whimper that escapes me. Fuck, that’s so good. I can feel his smile against my skin. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. But I’m not about to be a passive participant. Reaching between us, I place my palm against the fly of his jeans, stroking him through the fabric.

“Ashley.” He utters my name on a harsh exhale as he closes his eyes. “Fuck, you’re killing me.”

“Not yet, I’m not. Not until I get what I want,” I whisper.

“And what’s that?”

“You.” I follow that admission with a challenge, “I’ll show you mine, Chevy, if you show me yours.”

That challenge sparks something in him. He pushes me back on the bed and strips my jeans off me with slow, deliberate movements. Then he follows up by removing his own. Lean, chiseled, strong and sexy as fuck—just looking at him is enough to make me wet. But when he leans over me, pinning me to the bed, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress, it feels so right, so freaking perfect, that I just lift my hips and lock my legs around his waist.

“Slow down, baby girl,” he whispers. “We don’t have to rush.”

“Maybe you don’t, but I do,” I tell him, raking my nails down his back. It’s been way too long. And if I’m gonna be honest, it’s never been like this. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Ford–where all he has to do is look at me and I’m ready to jump him. “What’s it gonna be, Ford … are you gonna fuck me, or talk me to death?”

It’s like a match to gasoline. He slides his hand up my thigh, touching me intimately. I’m already wet for him, and he appears a little too satisfied with himself on that score. But that’s something to tackle later. Right now, I just want him inside me.

“Condom,” I tell him. “Now.”

He leans away from me and reaches into the drawer of his bedside table. Then he’s back with a little foil packet which he rips open with his teeth in one very well-practiced move. I try not to think about just how well practiced. It doesn’t matter though, because he doesn’t give me a chance to think at all. He’s back, his hands hooked behind my knees, as he’s settling himself between my thighs. I shiver a little, anticipating just how good it’s going to feel to have him inside me. It’s been way too long since I’ve had sex with something that doesn’t require batteries.

“You sure this is what you want?” he asks.

I get why he asks. Ford has been burned before. I know all about Felicity’s mom and all the crazy abuse accusations she’d made against him just because she’s a petty bitch mad about getting dumped. There can’t be any questions for him about whether or not I’m on board. So I just reach between us, close my hand around his cock and bring it home. “I like the direct approach. Don’t you?”

“Fuck yes,” he says, his voice all growly and deep.

I lock my legs around his hips, pulling him closer. But Ford isn’t someone who needs a lot of direction. He seems to know exactly what I need.

It’s not gentle. It’s not slow and easy. Instead, he’s going hard and fast and all I can do is hang onto him as I come, sinking my nails into his back. He stops, not making a single move as… and he’s still hard.

“You didn’t come.”

He grins. “You wanted hard and fast, and I gave it to you. Now I’m gonna do it the way I want it … and it won’t be fast, Ashley.”

TEN

Ford

I'm not the kind of man who rushes through anything in his life. Every single time I've done that, it's come back to bite me in the ass. I was looking for a quick good time with Felicity's mom, and I got her. I've looked to make a quick buck more times than I care to count, and that's when I've been arrested. Even now, I try not to rush through decisions, although sometimes I have to. Which is why I'm working on a car, I shouldn't be, but I have to do what I have to do.

What I won't do is hurry this encounter with Ashley. I never know when I'm going to get this opportunity again. Our eyes meet, and although she's just gotten hers, I haven't gotten mine. Red lips are opened as she tries to catch her breath. "Do you think you can come for me again?" I run my thumb along her chin, tilting her head down slightly so our eyes stay together.

She nods, swallowing so loudly I can hear her. "With you, I think anything is possible."

"Good girl." I grin, before dipping my head down, and putting my mouth against the hollow of her neck. Once there, I take my time moving down her body, dragging my tongue along her skin, tasting the saltiness of her sweat and a flavor that belongs to only her. Once I hit her tight nipple, I slip it into my mouth and work my tongue against the peak before sucking and worrying it between my teeth. Her fingers go into my hair, yanking me tighter to her.

"Ford, don't stop, please."

There's no way I will be. Nothing that will make me remove myself from where I am right now; settled between her thighs. With a loud pop, I let it go, and pull away.

"No fuckin' way." Hands bracketing her waist, I pull myself up, even with her mouth. Dropping my voice low, I give her a grin. "Do I get to do whatever I want to?"

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