Page 100 of The Forever Rule

“That’s it, that’s it,” he groaned against my pussy, and then I was coming, riding his face as he continued to eat me out. As reality started to clash back down, warmth in my extremities as my legs literally twitched, I found myself lifted into the air. I hadn’t even realized he had stood.

“Aston!”

“Mine,” he claimed. And then my hands were on the wall, and he was sliding into me.

I gasped, the intrusion hard, sudden, and everything that I needed.

“That’s it, take me.”

I pressed back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he pounded into me, and both of us gasped into each other. With one hand on my hip, he slid the other up to my breast, cupping one and then the other, and then his hand went to my neck, keeping me in place. It was the most erotic image I had ever seen as I turned to look into the mirror. He was so strong, so big, it was all I could do not to fall in his arms. And yet I trusted him to keep me steady.

And then he pulled out, and I turned in his arms, wrapping my own around his neck. He lifted me, and then I was on him again, his cock even deeper this time.

“Aston!”

“That’s it, take all of me.”

“Always.”

I nearly came again, but before I could, I was on my back and he was lapping at me again. This time the orgasm hit full force, and I wrapped my thighs around his neck, needing it to stop, needing it to begin, needing it to continue. It was a circle of time and I never knew where I was. When we were on our sides again, he slid behind me, his cock between my thighs as he gently lifted my leg up. He cradled me in this position, his body so big—and yet it felt like the safest place in the world.

“Tell me when to stop,” he whispered, a sheer need and desperation mixed with worry in his tone.

Tears slid down my face but had nothing to do with pain. And everything to do with him.

“Don’t stop.”

And then he took my mouth and worked in and out of me. It wasn’t hard; it wasn’t fast. He was taking sweet time with me, sweet care. As if I were the most precious thing in the world. And when he finally came, I followed him, his hand between my legs, his mouth on mine.

After, I lay in his arms, nearly ready to shiver, but then he was gone. Bereft, I looked up at him, wondering why he hadn’t said a damn thing, only then he was back again, a warm cloth in his hands.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered again, and I was lost.

And the man I was falling in love with, far too fast, far too deep, took care of us both, and then held me, as Ifinally came down from whatever high we had each taken each other to. It felt like the same exhilaration from our first dance. The right high that felt as if the world was ready to burst around us. Yet the fall had come far too hard the first time.

It might break me. Or maybe it was exactly what I needed.

Chapter Fourteen

ASTON

Rule #6: (Added by Aston) Remember who you are vs. who you need to be.

In the monthsince we had returned from our weekend away, things had shifted. I wasn’t quite sure how it had happened, but here we were, somehow in a relationship.

Things now felt, perhaps not settled, but firm? No, that wasn’t the right word either. More like steady. Which, for a man who wasn’t sure he even wanted a relationship, sounded far more unsteady than the word represented.

In that month, Blakely, had gelled with her team and her admin, Garcia, already her number one fan. The entire team was already on their third project, with the microloan program enhancing even more. None of that was in my purview, but James was singing her praises.

We spent more time at my house than hers, but Blakely said it was only because of my shower. It wasn’t my fault that I had two shower heads, and then a third that happened to be removable. I held back a smile at the memory of our testing that out.

We’d had dinner with Cale and Sophia, which had been awkward at first, because the connection was two ways. Sophia my sister, and Sophia the sister of Blakely’s best friend. In the end, labels hadn’t mattered. We’d had good dinner and ended up at a piano bar afterward, singing along with the piano man as everybody was wont to do.

Afterward, Blakely and I had spent the evening tasting every inch of each other at her house, and then eaten sundaes in her bed, courtesy of some of the hot fudge I had used on her breasts prior.

“Sophia and Cale seemed really happy,” she had said, and I had nodded, my gaze on her breasts.

“They do. And I don’t know how protective I’m supposed to feel about Sophia’s boyfriend.”

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