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Irested on my stomach while Ash straddled my hips from behind, tracing the lines of the tattoo on my back, his semi-erect cock cradled between my crease.Why aren’t I running?
“What is this?” he asked.
I took an internal deep breath, deciding to enjoy the moment. “Granddad's farm. Sam sketched it for me, and I had a tattoo artist in Kisla do the work.” It spanned my entire back.
“It’s beautiful. And sexy,” he whispered.
My laughter spilled into the pillow below me. “Thank you. Please, tell me more.” I thought what just happened would end with me searching for the nearest exit. It actually made me feel...lighter. I could’ve done a number of things to keep my mind occupied today. Worked longer hours. Spent more time at The Center. Drove to Kisla to see Sam. Instead, I rushed from work straight into Ash’s arms. In my moment of crisis, on the day I always felt my granddad’s loss the most, I wanted Ash.Neededhim.
“You’re the antithesis of tattoos—if I were going off assumptions. To see you with one of this caliber...yeah, it’s hot as hell.”
“I don’t know what ‘antithesis of tattoos’ means. I guess I’ll take it as a compliment?”
“Definitely a compliment.” He squeezed the tops of my globes like dough, then pulled my cheeks apart so he could nestle in farther. Like sliding a long, fat hotdog between a tight bun.
“Mmmmm.” Fuck, I never wanted anything so punishing inside me before. My hole pulsed. “Quit teasing me.” I flicked my hips in his direction, signaling I wanted to turn over, and he slid off me. He fell back haphazardly against the sofa with an arm thrown above his head to grip the edge of it. The action made his muscles bulge. He bent a leg so he could play with his balls while I took the time to notice him. Ash took great care of his body. Smooth everywhere from the neck down except for his manicured gray pubic hair. Chiseled pecs, broad shoulders, and sturdy legs a mile long. Licking him could easily become a hobby.
“Do you want to take a swim with me?” he asked, sitting up in preparation to climb me again.
“It’s late...” I trailed off, hating that my answer disappointed him. “Hey.” I ran my hand over his stubbled jaw. “I’m not running.”Not yet, said the little voice in the back of my head. “We’ve been out all day. I need to feed the kid.” Pluto—who’d weirdly bore witness to what had happened between Ash and me—lifted his head from his paws and barked. “Besides, isn’t it kind of late for a swim?”
He handed me my discarded jeans. “I need to be totally wiped out in order to sleep straight through the night. While that amazing orgasm should do the trick, it never hurts to be sure.”
“What keeps you up at night?”
“Green eyes.”
“Benjamin,” I whispered. I’d learned about the death of Damon’s brother from Justin. Ash witnessed the aftermath of it.
“Yeah.”
“Have you ever thought about talking to someone? Professionally?”
“It’s not so bad,” he said offhandedly, but I suspected otherwise.
After I got dressed, Ash walked me to the elevator. I shoved him against the steel doors and slanted my mouth over his. His kisses were like small doses of Novocain, numbing but drawing attention to the spot. Ash was my equal in terms of physical strength. His came from hours of training; mine came from hours of hard labor. We could both handle being tossed around. “Buy enough condoms to stock every surface in here. Okay?” At least one of us had a few brain cells remaining earlier to know we needed protection. I thanked the doctor in Ash for that.
“I’m on it. Trust me, I want in that ass.” He grabbed the area in reference.
“Who said I’m giving you my ass?” I teased, allowing him to pull me closer.
“You were just begging me to fuck you.” He nipped my lower lip. “Have you already forgotten?”
“I was in the throes of passion,” I chuckled. “I can’t be held accountable for what I said.”
He looked torn about something.
What?” I asked.
“Feels like I’ve been waiting forever for this. I don’t like the idea of having anything else between us.” He stressed the wordelse.
At the tilt of my head, he clarified by bringing my hand around to his naked ass, now cold from being pressed against the elevator doors. “I want to feel you leaking out of me, and I want my cum pouring freely from you.” Our cocks hardened.
My mouth pooled with saliva at the thought. “I have the results from my recent physical. I haven’t been with anyone since.”
