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“It wasn’t your fault,” I manage to get out through the growing lump in my throat. “Don’t ever think that there was, or is, something wrong with you.” His hand falls from my wrist to his side as he stares at me in shock. I watch the war of emotions raging across his face. In an instant, I’m pressed into the side of his car and his hand is gripping the side of my jaw. His lips capture mine and—oh fuck. I wrap my arms around his neck as both his hands wrap around my thighs, hoisting me up to wrap around his waist. I moan against his mouth as his tongue slips between my lips. He presses me harder against his car, causing me to let out a grunt. His kiss is fast and hungry, and I allow him to consume me. Pulling him tighter to me, I roll my hips, causing him to whimper a “fuck” against my mouth. His hands are so tight on my thighs I’m sure I’ll have bruises there in the morning, but I don’t care. I want more, I need more. I wrap my tongue around his before pulling back, dragging my teeth along his bottom lip and nibbling softly.
“God damn it,” he whispers as he lets out a ragged breath. “Sunday,” he murmurs my name while nuzzling into my neck. I moan as I grind against him again before slipping a hand between us and running down to his belt buckle.
In an instant, the mood shifts, and his entire body stiffens. Pulling back, I look at his panicked face.
“Ash?” He blinks and shakes his head, letting me down.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, almost like he is scolding himself. “Sunday I’m… I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Okay, wow, rejection is definitely not where I saw this going. I shrug my shoulders as I try to mask my disappointment and embarrassment. “No worries. If you ain’t feeling it, you ain’t feeling it.” His brows droop and he looks so defeated.
“No. It’s not…” He struggles to find whatever word he is looking for and honestly, I don’t need to hear it. Waving my hand dismissively and motion to the car.
“You taking me home, or am I catching the last bus?” I say, half joking. Ash looks contemplative for a moment before nodding.
“Come on.” His voice is soft and resigned. “I need to get you home, and I need to get some sleep since your snoring ass kept me up last night.” His smirk doesn’t reach his eyes, but I let it go, nodding as I climb into his car so we can start what I am sure will be a very quiet ride home.
Chapter10
Ash
Alex: So… are we meeting?
Istare at the text after Sunday and Wade leave my apartment and sigh. I was supposed to meet Alex this morning for a hook up before her shift, that’s where I had been headed when I ran into Sunday and Wade. I had so much fun with Wade, too much probably. The kid is amazing, bright and talented, and just as sarcastic as his mom.
His mom.
Fuck when I saw Sunday on that pole, she looked like this magical sexy angel. It was the most hypnotic thing I’ve ever experienced.Damn it, I need to fuck someone.If I don’t, I am, without a doubt, going to do somethingverystupid with Sunday Sutton. And that can’t happen. Sunday cannot happen. Which is why I need a fuck because, at this point, I haven’t even jerked off in days due to my mind going to her, and after that performance at her dance studio, followed by the incident at the car… I don’t think my cock has ever been that hard.
If I thought for one second that Sunday and I could fuck and be done, I would in a heartbeat, just to get it out of my system. But that isn’t possible, I’ve listened to her sleep, or snore, and that kiss. Well more than a kiss. I was consumed by her in a way I’ve only felt once before, and then it was by her too. She awakens something in me that both exhilarates and terrifies me. And what she had said in the parking lot… Well, it doesn’t matter. The point is, she and I cannot be a hookup. But Alex and I can. She just got off work and is ready.
I look at the app and click on Alex’s profile. She’s thirty, not looking for a relationship, enjoys dancing at clubs, living her best life and… is looking for her next sugar daddy. I roll my eyes; how did I miss that? I mean, no shame if that’s your thing but, it’s not mine. And typically, that means she expects more than just a hookup.
My phone dings and I look down to see the message.
Sunshine: It’s Wade
Sunshine: Mom’s seizing
“Fuck.” I jump up and nearly plow into Indy as I run through the living room and across the hall. Wade has the door open for me and I walk in to see Sunday on the floor in convulsions.
“Did she hit her head?” I ask as I kneel next to her and gently roll her to her side while pushing the coffee table away.
“No, she was sitting on the couch,” Wade says, oddly calm, and it dawns on me that he’s probably used to this. “She just said she felt off and to text you. By the time I asked her what was wrong she was seizing and sliding off the couch.”
Sunday’s convulsions begin to lessen, and I hear her small, stiff grunts. Wade lays down next to her and I watch as he runs his hand over her face.
“It’s okay, Mom,” he chokes out and I feel my heart constrict. “Just breathe, you’re safe.” Wade continues to stroke Sunday’s face and I watch as tears silently spill from his eyes.
“She’s alright, Bud,” I say softly, and he gives me a nod.
“I know. It’s just hard to watch.” He wipes his face before going right back to stroking hers. “Don’t tell her I cried; she worries enough.” His words send me back to my adolescence. Doing everything in my power to put on a brave face, to be the man that my baby sister and my sweet mother needed, even when I was just a scared child, like Wade. “She likes being comforted like this,” he continues softly. “When she comes out of the seizure, she’s usually confused and scared… sometimes she’ll cry. But I’ve noticed that the times I do this.” He gestures to his hand, “She’s calmer.”
Sunday lets out a long groan as her body tries to stretch out. Her eyes flutter and I see the fear on her face.
“Breathe, Mom.” Wade’s young voice is commanding as he maintains eye contact. “You are safe.” After another moment, Wade moves to allow Sunday some space after helping her sit up.
“Wade, does your mom have medicine for after a seizure?” I ask as I place my hand on her back to hold her steady.
