Page 126 of College-Virgin & Dark Bully Next-Door

“Ash,” I pant. “Bunny. Slow down and explain this to me.”

He takes my hand and puts it over his heart. “I fucking love you, woman. I’ve been saying it to you for how long? I’ve been miserable. All the calls, the video chats, our dirty fun online, it’s not the same as being able to see your face. I know. I didn’t askyourpermission. I crossed multiple boundaries if we’re including state lines, but I … I couldn’t wait.”

My eyes water, and I dab at them uselessly. I sniff. “Fucker.”

“I can get a hotel. For about a week, maybe. If this is pushing too far,” he swallows nervously. “I had to shoot my shot, Skylar. Because being that many miles from you, being three hours ahead, it’s too much for me.”

“I love you, you idiot,” I whimper.

Ash stares down at me, then lifts my jaw. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Ashton Warren. Your stupid, thoughtful, impulsive, mind reading abilities and all.”

“Fuck.” He scoops me up and kisses me again and again until we’re tumbling and rolling around in bed. He shakes his head. “Talking.”

“Right, Bunny.” I drag him against me. “Talking can wait.”

He laughs against my mouth and pins my hands above my head. “No. Because I’m kind of homeless.”

“The fuck you are. You live with me now. You came all this way, we’re going to split rent, we’re going to wake up together, even if it means morning breath and potential spider breakouts. And you’re going to be rewarded every minute you’re here for getting on that plane.”

He groans and kisses me again and again. Ash strips me down and proves his nickname all over again, making me come twice before the delivery man gets here, then another three times before I actually get to eat anything.

We lay in bed together as I feed him some of my veggie lo mien. I’m in his shirt, and he’s only got boxers on. I giggle as I stuff his cheeks full of noodles. “You’re cute.”

“I love you.” He presses his lips to mine, even though they’re useless right now.

I bite my bottom lip and rub my arm. I’ve said it twice, but it feels taboo to say it more. The more you say something, the less it means, right? I take a huge bite of food, and Ash doesn’t press me for more.

We make love again and again, each time more tender and gentler than the last until we fall asleep together, hair damp from the shower.

In the morning, though, I’m sure I’m going to wake up alone, or with a spider to chase down. I swallow the growing dread and squeeze my eyes shut, burying my face into my pillow. A groan next to me draws my attention just before I’m jerked tight against a warm body.

“Bunny?” I half roll over to look at him as he smiles.

I feel his hard on nudging my ass.

“I was afraid I’d wake up alone, that everything was a dream,” I whisper.

Ash lifts my leg and rubs his cock over my pussy. I gasp and arch back. He groans and then sinks into me slowly, inch by inch as my eyes roll back a little. He palms my breast in his other hand and rocks into me again.

“Not a dream, Sky. I’m real.”

I groan as he treats me to morning sex, nice and slow, lazy, easy. I feel pleasure building on itself slowly, welling up inside me until I come apart, panting and whimpering. Ash jerks out of me and cums on my ass.

“Let’s clean up and do this Valentine’s day shit right.”

I laugh as we get into the shower together. Watching my boyfriend brush his teeth and growl at me like a dog, then fight with me over the hot water until we end up having sexagain, is too much.

By the time he actually has his clothes on and looks all rumpled and approachable, I’ve fallen in love with him all over again. I sigh as I watch him flop on the couch and point at Dracula.

“Listen here, eight eyes. You stay in that cage, and I’ll stay over here. No problems. No arguments. We’ll share Sky, and you just hole up when we’re having fun.”

I sit on Ash’s lap and kiss him softly. “I don’t want to leave home today. I just want to be with you.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t want to drag me out to the desert and show me bugs or have me take you out to a fancy dinner? Get you a present? Anything?”

“Dinner’s fine,” I whisper. “And I did get you a present, but that’s for after dinner.”

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