Page 58 of Surviving the Break
“Hey, you mangy mutt,” Dad said fondly.
We took our coats off and hung them on the hooks in the hall. “Sorry it took me so long. I had to save a damsel in distress,” I said. Ash gave me a flat stare, unimpressed, but my mother came out of the kitchen giggling like a schoolgirl.
“You must be Ashton.” She opened up her arms to him. “Max told us all about you today. I’m so excited to meet the man that my boy fell in—”
“Mom,” I interrupted, giving her a significant look that she thankfully caught right away.
She pinched Ash’s cheeks after hugging him. “I bet you’re hungry after all that hard work, aren’t you, dear?”
I rolled my eyes.I put in all the work.
“Yes, ma’am. I'm ravenous.” He pinched my cheek—not the one above my neck—and then followed her into the kitchen.
“Oh, you can call me Sharon, sweetie. We’re practically family now.”
I trailed behind them, all but forgotten.
“You can sit here, Ash.” She pulled out a chair for him. Dad was already seated, licking his lips and tucking his cloth napkin into his shirt like a bib.
“Hey, that’s my seat,” I said, not above pouting.
“Max,” she reprimanded, hands on her hips. “Is that any way to treat a guest?”
I stood open-mouthed and moderately shamed while Ash smiled at me, attempting to tuck his napkin in as well. My mother lightly swatted his hand away. “Let me get that for ya, darling. These things can be tricky.”
I shuffled over to the other side of the table and plopped down into my least-favorite chair, the one that leaned to the side. Pluto lay down next to me. At least someone still loved me.
“So, Ash. What are your intentions for my boy?” Dad asked, reaching for the butter roll basket. I perked up when Mom smacked his hand to the side, offering Ash first pickings.
Dad’s facial expression now matched mine.
“I was thinking I’d keep him barefoot and in the kitchen.” He bit into the warm buttery bread, and my folks hooted and hollered at his joke. If it wasn’t such a childish thing to do, I’d have stuck my tongue out at him.
“Oh.” Mom jumped out of her chair. “The hot browns are ready. Ash, you get the first pick.”
That’s how the rest of the night went. After dinner, we moved to the living room where Ash sat sandwiched between my parents on the sofa, looking through old photo albums while they told him embarrassing stories from my childhood. Pluto lay across my lap, asleep. I cut the party short once I spied Ash yawn.
“That’s enough for one night.” I slipped from under Pluto and left him snoozing on the love seat. “Ash needs his rest.” I pulled him up by his hand. “And I need my retribution,” I said under my breath for his ears alone. He looked behind him at the spot he’d vacated, like he might consider staying put. “Uh-uh, time for bed, darling.” My voice oozed saccharine.
We took the downstairs guest room, which put more than adequate distance between my parents’ room and ours. While Ash showered, I loaded his clothes in the washer. He hadn’t bothered to pack a bag before coming.
“Why are you still dressed?” Ash stood in the bathroom doorway, palming his massive, hard dick with one hand and massaging his balls with the other. Water dripped down his ebony skin as if he’d only managed a vague swipe with the towel.
I dropped the pillow I’d been shoving into a case onto the bed. “I need a shower first,” I breathed.
“I like you dirty.” He inched closer, and I inched back.
“Been working today.”
“Even better.” He grabbed my wrist and hauled me into his chest, kissing me with a desperate hunger, only pausing to strip me down.
“I want in you,” I said, staking my claim. I’d been thinking of nothing but releasing inside him all day.
“Not now.” He bit at my mouth, then licked away the sting.
“Yes, now.” With only my unbuttoned jeans on, I stepped to the side. Wrapping a leg behind his calf and with an arm hooked around his neck, I took him to the floor.
We rolled and grunted, yelping a time or two when the other successfully maneuvered a complex restraining hold. Ash had managed to get my jeans down with only one leg of the denim stuck at my ankle. With his whole body plastered along my back, my face planted into the carpet, we lay like that catching our breaths as our mingled sweat soaked into the fabric of the beige carpeting.
