Page 12 of Stick Play

How the hell am I going to entertain three kids, two of them being girls? I roll over in the small single bed made for a child, and nearly fall out of it. Jesus. I fluff my pillow as wind whips around the house, twisting the siding, and beating at the shingles. Swallowing against a dry throat, I toss my legs over the side of the bed and push to my feet. Two small steps take me to the window and I glance out into the dark night, to see the quiet street below.

I sleep naked, so I tug on my jeans and quietly open the bedroom door. When my ears meet with silence, I tiptoe down the hall and make my way to the kitchen, where I once took Gina on the table. A beam of light trickles along the floor. I was sure I’d turned off all the lights before bed. Did I miss one in the kitchen?

I walk quietly and the second I enter the small space and see her sweet ass in the air as she pulls something from the fridge, I grip the back of the wooden chair to stabilize myself. The chair scrapes the floor and Gina darts upright, and turns to me, her hand on her chest.

“Ash,” she says, breathlessly. “You scared me.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to. I came down for a drink. I thought you were asleep.”

She closes the fridge and plunges us into darkness. “I’m the one who’s sorry.” Her feet shuffle on the floor and a second later, the light above the stove illuminates the small space. With her long dark hair a mess around her shoulders, and dressed in big flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt, she frowns at me. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on you. Did you watch the movie without me?”

“You were exhausted.” I let go of the chair and take a step toward her. Jesus, how can she make big flannel pajama pants so sexy? “I’m glad you had a time out.” I close the distance, and run the back of my hands over her cheek.

She laughs quietly. “A time out is for misbehaving. I haven’t done any misbehaving in a long time.”

“Maybe we should rectify that,” I tease.

Her eyes light with desire. “Maybe we should.”

I take the water bottle from her, crack it open and hand it back. She takes a big gulping drink. Once she’s done, I take the bottle and practically finish it.

She blinks up at me, color moving into her cheeks. “We were both pretty thirsty.”

“Yeah.”

She gulps at that one word and sways slightly. “I don’t think I’m quite sated yet.”

“Oh. I’ll get another bottle.” She makes a move to go back to the fridge and I pin her against the counter with my body. “It’s not water that’s going to sate me, babe.”

“No?”

I slide my hand along her hip, and when she quivers, it’s all the answer I need. I dip my hand between her legs and lightly stroke her sex through her pajamas. “I’m going to need my mouth here. That’s the only thing that’s going to quench my thirst tonight.”

“Oh, God, Ash. I…I need that too.”

With that, I pick her up and carry her across the room. I move a chair away from the table, giving me space to ravish her, and set her on the tabletop. I dip my head and moan as her lips part for me. Her arms circle my neck and she drags me to her, as desperate for me as I am for her, and that sort of fucks with my heart in a strange way. I’ve had women want me, sure, and that’s not ego speaking. But there’s something different in her hunger for me. Or maybe I’m imagining it. I don’t have a whole lot of blood left in my brain.

She runs her palms over my back and my muscles quake as she reacquaints herself with my nakedness. Time for my mouth to reacquaint itself too. I slide my hands under her ass. “I need you naked.”

“Yes please,” she murmurs and a rough chuckle crawls out of my throat as she lays back. Gaze locked on hers, I untie the string holding her pants up, and tug on them just enough to expose her pussy. “I’ve wanted back in here for a very long time now.” I part her lips, and lightly brush my thumb over her damp, swollen clit.

Her muscles tighten, and she tries to widen her legs, but I hold them together with mine, wanting to tease and torment her, just a little bit. “But you totally shut me out.”

“Ash,” she moans, her body aching for so much more, and I plan to give it to her, but maybe a little payback is in order. “You knew it was a bad idea too. You even said so.”

“Yeah, I did. We both have our own reasons. I realize that.” Fuck, I’m supposed to be on the straight and narrow, head down and only on the game, no complications, no women. Any kind of relationship, with a single mom at that, is a side road I’m not supposed to be on. “It doesn’t mean I didn’t want to fuck you again, though.”

“You’ve been thinking about me? Thinking about this…”

I slide my hand down and circle her entrance, grazing her ever so lightly. “Yeah.” Another hard quiver goes through her. “Have you been thinking about me?”

She goes up on her elbows, her gaze on my fingers between her legs. “If I say yes, will you touch me?”

I chuckle. “I don’t know, babe. I’m not sure I should make this so easy on you after the hard time you’ve given me.”

“Hard, yes…Ash please.”

Hard is right. Ever since we fucked on this table, I couldn’t be around her without getting hard and I’m pretty sure it has nothing to do with the fact that I hadn’t had a hook-up with anyone since.

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