Page 82 of The Pact

I immediately look at Ausra but she argues with me. “No, come on. You pick, Ash. I’m not the one who hasn’t eaten in three days!”

We argue back and forth for a few minutes until we eventually settle on burgers and fries.

“I won’t be long.”

I give Shep a look and the motherfucker winks at me before leaving my room. I guess my plans of being alone with Ausra went out of the window the second I sat on a scorpion fish like a dumb ass.

I quickly go use the bathroom, shower and brush my teeth. When I return to my room wearing just a white towel around my hips, Ausra is sitting on the bed with her legs folded underneath herself. My t-shirt is so big on her that the neckline falls down uncovering one of her shoulders.

“You’re right about family,” she says with those light blue eyes following my every movement. “And the way you guys joke around with each other is cute.”

I offer her a lopsided smile as I lower myself next to her, carefully favoring my left buttock as I sit down. “No one has ever called us cute before.”

She smiles but it’s fleeting. Her expression turns serious as her eyes meet mine. “Shep can joke all he wants but he was beside himself. All the guys were. They really care about you, Ash.”

What I see in her eyes is that she was worried too. The fact that she didn’t leave my side speaks more than a million words. For some reason, she doesn’t want to say out loud that she cares and for as much as I’d love to hear it, I don’t push her.

But because actions speak louder than words, I show her how I feel by lowering my head and touching my lips to hers.

At first the kiss is shallow. I’m chasing her, seeking her and that feeling of being grounded that only she’s ever evoked in me.

“Ash,” she whispers against my lips and I lose it.

I kneel on the mattress, lifting her and setting her down on my pillows while I kiss her like I’ve never kissed anyone before.

It’s hot, deep and a little desperate. In every stroke of my tongue against hers, there’s a primal need I’ve never felt toward anyone. But this isn’t the time to try to analyze feelings. My body has its own agenda and I’m all too happy to go with it and set everything else to the side.

I lift the cotton of my t-shirt and uncover her stomach, trailing slow, open mouthed kisses up toward her tits.

Her breathing quickens as I lift the t-shirt over her head.

I lift my head to look into her eyes and what I see is fucking scary but also so hot that my cock twitches in my underwear. The look in her eyes is open and vulnerable, raw and needy and it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

I palm one of her tits, licking my lips in anticipation of sucking on her pebbled nipple but she covers my hand with hers.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, trying to hide the disappointment that she wants to slow down. But I couldn’t be more wrong about that.

“There’s something I really want to do, Ash. And it can give you points because I’ve never done it before. You know, for our game.”

Right. Our game. It takes me a second to even makes sense of what she’s saying. I wasn’t even thinking about the game right now but I’m too curious not to bite on her bait.

“I have no idea how you guys calculate points but Kelley said that firsts have more value, right?”

I nod, waiting her out while I rub on the tip of her nipple with the pad of my thumb. She’s almost as fucking hard as I am right now. “What is it?” I ask, smiling at the redness that instantly spreads over her cheeks.

“I want to blow you.”

Fuck.

I mean really, fuck. I almost blow my load just hearing her say it as she instinctively bites on her bottom lip as her eyes skim down to my crotch.

“A—Are you sure?”

She nods. “I wouldn’t say it if I weren’t. Unless you don’t want me to?”

Fuck, no. Of course I want it. That must be on the top three of the shit I want in life right now, right next to fucking her and winning the world title in the Super X category of windsurfing. The adult category. But yeah, right now windsurfing is firmly in third place. “I have to ask you, cutie. Don’t forget the first rule of our game.”

She smiles, even though I can see that she’s nervous. “What is it? That we don’t talk about our game?”

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