Page 49 of His Weekend Wife

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Declan clenched his teeth. Ash was on her knees with his hard cock in her hand, her lips parted as she was looking up his body, their gazes connected. He’d never been so close to bursting in his life.

But there was no way in hell he’d come this soon.

She wrapped her mouth around his girth and a moan ripped from his throat. Sinking his fingers in her hair, he held her head as she bobbed, suckling him in and out between her wet lips. Her tongue swirled around his sensitive head, then licking the slit. Her groan vibrated his body and he jerked, demanding that his body stay in control. He didn’t realize he was thrusting his hips until her head bumped the edge of the granite sink top. “Shit! Are you okay?”

She smiled, with his cock still in her mouth. Holy fuck!

He couldn’t take much more of this and she must have sensed his urgency. She pulled her mouth from him and his cock slapped against his stomach. What happened next was mixed in a cloud of desire. She slipped onto the top of the sink and spread her legs wide. “I’m yours for the taking.”

He was a goner. There was no thought only the fact that he needed to bury his body into her tight body, and that’s what he did. And at that moment he knew, without a sliver of doubt, he was screwed—literally.

Those were his same thoughts the next morning when he hung up his phone with Hannigan and carried the breakfast tray upstairs where he found Ash still sleeping in a cloud of red sheets. He stood in the doorway for the longest time, stamping her image into the back of his eyelids. This was a dream—had to be because he’d never felt so damn happy and confused at the same time.

She was curled up into a fetal position. Her long, dark hair was spread across the pillow in a silken wave of ebony. The sheet was pulled over her hip, exposing the feminine curve of her pale back and toned legs. Her feet were pressed together and her toes were tucked. He smiled. Her sleeping position hadn’t changed in the last five years.

Placing the tray on the dresser, he didn’t make a move to wake her quite yet. He wanted to watch her a bit longer so he sat down on the chair, stretched his legs and steepled his fingers. After last night, he was certain this wouldn’t be as easy to end as he’d first believed. Logic told him he couldn’t just sleep with his wife and then be done. Maybe it was time he started making some decisions.

If he gave into his emotions he’d never let her go again, unless she no longer wanted him. It was a two-way street. During their lovemaking, he’d witnessed something telling in her gaze, something akin to what he’d seen years ago, back when things were happier.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the crumpled envelope and opened it. He’d finally gotten the balls to read the letter his sister had written to him, but now he was more confused. He reread the words for the third time…

Dear Declan,

If you’re reading this then unfortunately I’m no longer here. Please understand that I am okay, and will be okay, and so will you. I could go on and on and tell you how much I love you, but because you have an ego the size of Atlanta, you already know. Sorry, just a bit of humor to make this easier. I’m going to miss that smile. I hope when this is all through, you can forgive my meddling, but what are sisters for?

Love,

Angelina

He stared at the words until they blurred.

That’s it? That’s what she had to say to me in the last hours of her life? What meddling was she talking about?

Hearing a rustling of sheets, he looked over the edge of the paper at his sleeping wife. How had Ash crawled under his skin? She’d never left. And suddenly, he had the answers…

He wanted her to stay. Forever.

Growing up without a mother he’d often wondered how different his life would have been if she had lived, or maybe if his father would have remarried—or even been a nurturing father. Declan had never learned how to connect with his sweet side until he met Ash and she’d changed him—made him a better man. Truth was, marriage wasn’t for punks. He’d screwed up when he’d allowed his cold, distant side to rear its head. That was a character flaw for him and all his brothers who’d never learned how relationships worked. Their father was working more than he was at home and if Declan had wanted to see him, he had to find a place in Theobald’s world. Declan had. He’d become business savvy and a successful businessman. His father would be proud.

Declan blew out a long breath.

He shifted in the chair, remembering at ten when he’d walked into his father’s office. He’d gotten his grade report from the school and Declan had already known the marks weren’t high, at least in his father’s standards. He’d always enforced good grades and reminded his kids almost daily that they were being sent to one of the best private schools in the country and their one job was to be top of the class. Well, Declan never liked school much and that report was proof.

Theobald had turned on Declan and he’d almost pissed his pants. His father was a pro at cutting down his children, or any man, with one Knight firm look.

“This is unacceptable,” Theobald had said in a cold, tight voice.

Declan had swallowed and shifted in his untied tennis shoes. “I hate school. The teachers are all dumb.”

Theobald’s fist came down hard on the desk, upsetting the pencil holder and sending it rolling off the edge. “How dare you, Son. What gives you the right to question someone’s intelligence when you’ve lived such a short time?”

After that, Declan learned to keep his emotions out of his relationship with his father and concentrate on doing everything to show his father that he was a great businessman. And, oh, had Declan thrived in that area.

Ash rolled and whimpered. One long leg stretched, revealing more soft skin to his hungry gaze. He couldn’t find the words to describe just how much he wanted to go to her and prove to her how much he wanted her, needed her. Her lashes fluttered and a sleep-induced husky moan slipped from her precious pout. His cock jerked, but he had to keep his body in control and his mind in working order. They had something to discuss…

She blinked twice then her brows scrunched. “How long have you been sitting there?” She shifted and her hair cascaded down her shoulders. She held the sheet against her bare breasts, but the tops of the pale mounds were visible, making him more tempted to rip the covering from her body and make her his.

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