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“We’ve kissed before,” I interject, and she lets out an honest to God growl.
“You are so annoying! If we kiss in public without practicing, it will look like a first kiss! That is why fake dating always gets found out. You gotta work the kinks out first. And the kiss at the shop in front of Josh was a rush job.” She has a point.
“What about at the car… either time.” I point out.
“Uh huh, well if your tongue down my throat is how you would kiss a woman in front of your mother, then we will be just fine.” Sunday stands up and pulls on my arm to get me to follow. I obey, even though my heart is in my throat. She looks up at me expectantly and I–
“Fuck,” I flinch and back away. I feel the cold wave, the tingles. I’m going to disappoint her again. I’m going to kiss her; she’s going to hate it and laugh. It’s different when she’s waiting for it with all of her expectations that I willnotlive up to.
“Hey.” I feel her hand rubbing my back slowly. “Charming, how about you tell me why you are afraid of me.”
“Sunshine,” I breathe out, shaking my head. “I would rather lick the mattress in a pay by the hour motel than have that talk with you.”
She nods and stands straight, letting her hand fall off me. “Ash, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”
“Perfect.” I give her a fake smile. “Because I don’t want your help.” I walk past her, heading to the door, only to stop. Shannon, Mom, Hudson, any of them could be out there. Fuck… I’m trapped. I turn and head to the balcony. I need air, space,something.
“If you don’t want my help, then why am I here?” she probes, and I let out a frustrated groan before whirling around on her, my entire body over stimulated, exhausted, sore, and anxious.
“I brought you here because you insisted on opening your mouth while my ex was on the phone! Now leave me alone.” She recoils at my outburst, and I watch as she goes from nervous to embarrassed, to stony.
Her honey eyes find mine, and for the first time, they are betraying her. Her face is tense and sharp, but her eyes… fuck, I hurt her.
“Sun–”
“I’m sorry.” Her voice is so small. I hate it. “I’ll leave you alone. Maybe Indy and Wade won’t mind me tagging along.”
“Wait.” I go to grab her wrist, but she jerks away and heads back into the room. I see her grabbing her purse and walking towards the door and panic fills me.
“I don’t like that I’mDashto you,” I confess, causing her body to stop. She turns her head and stares at me.
“What?”
“Dash.I know you called me that because of our night. Because I…finished.” I watch her face soften as she walks a step closer.
“I called you that because you ‘dashed’, not because of the sex.” She worries on her bottom lip before sighing. “Charming, look, was the night when we got to the apartment satisfactory? No. It kind of sucked. I was so afraid you would see a photo of Wade and ask about him and run. And then there was the fact that I have been divorced and he destroyed my self-esteem. I was so scared that you were going to see my stretch marks, or my small chest and move on, which is why I insisted on my shirt staying on. So, I wasn’t on my game either. Honestly, whenthathappened, I was relieved. I felt like the world agreed we shouldn’t be having sex yet. But that night, the date itself, was and still is one of my favorite nights.”
I look down at her worried expression, and I sigh. “You havenoidea how out of my league you were, I mean you still are, but anyway. The date was amazing, it was the best date I had ever had. And when you asked me to your place, I panicked. I had just left Shannon recently and sex with her was pretty much her telling me all the ways Ididn’tsatisfy her, when I got in there with you, all I could do was hear her telling me I was going to fuck it up. And then you grabbed me, and I don’t know, it’s never happened before or again.” My face must look like a fucking tomato at this point. I can’t even look at her anymore. I feel all my man cards being ripped from me.
“Charming,” she whispers as she brings my face to look at her. “The only thing you fucked up was running out and then acting like you didn’t know me.”
“Can you blame me?” I huff and spread my arms out. “Years of being told I was nothing by her, and then I finally get free only to fulfill the–”
“Oh my god, Ash, just…” She grabs my shirt and yanks me to her, crashing my lips against hers.Holy shit. Holy shit. I grab her face and pull her closer. I grab her under her ass and hoist her up, allowing her to wrap her long legs around my waist. I slip my tongue into her mouth, and I nearly go feral as she moans her excitement. I press her against the balcony door as I move my lips from her mouth, down her slender neck, nipping and licking a long trail towards her chest.
“Oh my God!” she pants as her hands find their way into my hair. “More!” she breathes and I shudder as I feel her hips roll. I grab her and lay her on the small square table on the balcony and look up as the thunder rolls and rain begins to drop over us. Sunday is unfazed by the weather as she grabs me by my waist and pulls me to her. I remove her dampening shirt to reveal her braless tits and growl against her chest before cupping under her breasts, making sure to only lightly touch her newly pierced nipples. I reach down and grip her waistband, looking to her for permission to pull them off. She gives me a soft smile and then lifts her ass, allowing me to push them down and slide them over her legs. I slip off my wet pants and I reach behind my neck to rip my shirt off before hovering over her. I watch as her eyes travel down my body, landing on my cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss as her hand grips my erection and squeezes me softly. “Sunday… fuck…” I groan against her ear as she moves her hand up and down my shaft. The rain continues to drench us, the thunder and choppy waves covering our noises.
“Fuck me,” she commands, spreading her legs further to reveal her pussy. God fucking damn it, is this a fucking dream? Is this a test? Is she trying to see if I can actually finish this time?
Shit… what if I can't?
Sunday squeezes my dick and pulls me by the hair to look at her. “Fuck. Me. Charming.” she orders, pumping my cock with each word.
“I… I don’t have a condom,” I confess. It’s the first time in years, but I didn’t expect to do anything because Sunday and Wade would be here.
“I’m clean, I have an IUD. Are you?”
