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“Honestly?”Earmuffs. Earmuffs. Earmuffs.I shake my head, willing the perversion to go away.“I was wondering how someone who has such an alluring voice as yours hasn’t landed a record deal.” I smirk as her face drops. She whacks me in the chest as she walks by me to her suitcase.
“You’re an asshole,” she grumbles while twisting her greyish hair into a towel. I stare at her back and look at the large tattoo. The black and grey tattoo with cherry blossoms floating around that I did on her a couple of years ago.
“Wow,” I marvel as I step closer. “This healed really well,” I state as I run a finger over the lines of the dragon. I feel the shiver run through her at my touch. It isn’t an unpleasant shiver; I can tell by the way her body leans into my gentle touch.
“Ash,” she whispers as I lean to brush my lips over her shoulder. “What are we doing here?” I run my hand up her thigh and she gasps, resting her head back against my chest.
“What do you want to be doing?” I murmur as I nibble on her ear.
“Uh–mm, fuck…” she pants, and I slip my hand under her towel and find her pussy. I slide my fingers over her already wet slit, and I have to bite back a groan.
“Talk to me, Sunshine,” I purr while rubbing a circle around her clit. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she pants as she reaches behind her back and grips my erection through my pants.
“Fuckkk,” I hiss out as she gives my cock a rub.
“Please, Ash,” she mewls and goddamn it, I can’t think straight. I have zero blood in my thinking head and I’m about to do something very stupid.
“Sunshine, I can’t be anything… this can’t be–” She turns around and stares firmly at me. For a moment I think she’s going to say that’s fine, that she wants a casual thing, but she doesn’t. Instead, her eyes become guarded, and she steps back from my grasp.
“We have dinner in an hour.” Oh my god, I hurt her. “I need to get ready.”
“Sunday,” I state firmly. She refuses to look at me. “Sweetheart…” I watch her flinch and fuck, that’s an uncomfortable feeling in my chest. “Can you talk to me first? If I upset you–” She turns her attention to me and raises her brow. God, I haven’t seen her eyes that guarded since the party at Hel’s.
“Ash, I am fine.” That’s alie.“I understand what you are saying, and I appreciate your honesty.” She pats my chest before going back to her luggage and pulling out some clothes.
“I-I’m sorry,” I choke out before she heads towards the bathroom again. “For everything. I shouldn’t have touched you, and if I led you on in any way, I take full responsibility for that.” Her eyes darken and I swear the room feels colder.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Charming.” Her laugh is dry and annoyed. “I know what I get with Ash Johnson, don’t you worry.”
“And what is that?” I ask defensively. She stares me up and down before shaking her head.
“A fuck and a goodbye. Guess I should just be honored you haven’t asked me to move out of the room yet.” I go to respond, but she closes the bathroom door, this time locking it.
* * *
“I would really rather goand watch a movie with Wade,” Sunday whines as Indy drags her towards the club that the wedding party rented out for the night.
“Wade is watching a superheroes movie with my younger cousins,” Indy deadpans. “Don’t be that weird mom.” Sunday huffs.
“I’m not weird! Superheroes are cool.” I scoff as I walk by.
“Name two,” I mutter as Sunday glares at me.
“How about Captain Blow Me?” She holds up her middle finger. “And his sidekick, Eat Dick Boy.” She holds up her other middle finger and Indy embraces Sunday in a hug.
“Hate him later, but if his cover is blown, it’ll hurt my mom, and Shannon will ruin this wedding.” I watch Sunday look away from me before nodding.
“I’m going to need shots. A lot of them.”
* * *
Holy shit,Sunday Sutton can put them away. I sit at my table, staring as this woman downs two more shots faster than most can take a breath. The fact that she is still standing is a miracle.
Indy leans over while in her chair to speak to me over the loud music. “She and Ren really can hold their liquor!”
“Zero chance she’s holding that tonight,” I state, already dreading having to deal with her vomiting all night.
