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“Yeah, yep…clean, whistle clean.” I’m nearly shivering with excitement. I have never been bare before. I watch her lie back and nod her consent. I grip her thighs as I slide myself past her slick, warm lips. She gasps as the head slips into her entrance, and I grip her hips as I drive myself in to the hilt.
“Holy shit!” she cries out and I watch her back arch. “H-Oh my God… more!” She squeezes her walls around my dick, and I throw my head back as I pull out to the tip before driving back in. Her eyes roll back in her head as I thrust again and again. She feels so fucking good, better than I ever could’ve imagined.
“Ash!” she whimpers and I lean over and lift her, keeping her impaled on me as I walk over the railing. I press my backside against it and look at her. “Watch the storm, Sunshine. Feel the rain and the thunder while I give you your release.” I grab her hips and move her up and down my shaft, the look of shock on her face morphs to pleasure as she digs her nails into my back. I hiss as she drags them upwards, the pain mixing with the pleasure of her tight, pulsating pussy is almost too much.
“Need. More.” She pants and I nod, slamming her into me and grinding her clit against my pelvic bone.
“Yes! Yes!” She throws her head back, and I thrust rapidly into her, grinding her clit with every thrust, her cries are muffled by the loud thunder and there is a crack of lightning over us, illuminating our soaked bodies in a bright light as she grips me tightly before screaming my name as she explodes around me. It’s too much and I can’t hold on any longer. I grip her nearly limp body and use her, moving her up and down to meet my short rapid thrusts as my balls tighten and I follow her over the edge with my own release.
We stay still for a long moment, trying to come down. I look at her, waiting for her to tell me the next move but as she goes to speak, the hotel phone starts to ring back in our room, pulling us completely back into reality.
Chapter13
Sunday
Ijust had sex with Ash.
I just had feral, primal, thunderstorm sex outside with Ash. I came so hard my legs were trembling. I am not a trembling orgasm girl. Or I didn’t think I was. But apparently, when I have the best sex of my life, I am.
“Sunday?” Celeste’s musical voice brings me back to reality. The reality that pulled Ash and I out of oursession.Celeste had called to remind Ash that he is due to be at the rehearsal and the dinner that follows. So, I am sitting off to the side with Wade as I stare shamelessly at the tall man standing next to his mother. The grin on his face is so big and infectious, I feel the corners of my mouth trying to pull upwards.
“Yes, Ma’am?” I say, coughing to hide my smile. Celeste beams at me. The woman is adorable. I feel like she is very similar to who I imagine Indy will end up becoming. Celeste is very much a ’light’ woman, short and curvy, with wild salt and pepper curls, and dark eyes. Her voice is wispy and musical, like a more mature version of Indy’s, though Celeste has a thick Minnesota accent that her kids didn’t receive.
“Can you fill in as my maid of honor tonight? Indy isn’t feeling well, and we need a stand-in. That won’t be too much of a bother, will it?”
“Oh! Yeah, that’s fine, do you want me up there?” I ask, pointing to the end of the aisle. Celeste nods and turns to Wade.
“Wade, would you be a gentleman and escort your mom down the aisle?” Wade nods while standing up and we make our way to the starting point to wait for the music to play. Wade loops his arm through mine, and I hear him take a deep breath.
“You okay, kid?” I ask, nudging him slightly. Man, when did my little boy get so big? I feel like it was yesterday he was curled up on my chest, and now he is a head taller than me.
“Yeah.” He gives me a nervous smile. “Just ummm, remembering the last time I walked you down the aisle.” My face falls and I deflate slightly. I had Wade walk me down the aisle when I married Josh. Wade was about seven and Josh was so angry that Wade would get nervous and mess up the steps. I brushed it off then as pre wedding jitters. That was a mistake I wish I hadn’t made.
“Well, lucky for us, there won’t be any more walking me down the aisle as a bride,” I say jokingly and Wade frowns.
“Don’t say that,” he whispers as the music starts. “I love you, mom, and you deserve to be happy.” I choke over a lump forming in my throat as I hold onto my son's arm, and we make our way down the aisle. I stand where I’m supposed to and watch as Ash walks his mother down the aisle. I can’t help but wonder: will that be me one day? Will I ever trust a man enough to marry him? Will I be nearly sixty when I do? I look at the huge smile on Celeste’s face and the beaming grin on Neil’s as he watches his soon-to-be wife walk down the aisle with more love and pride in his rich brown eyes than most people ever show. He really loves her. I’ve seen that type of love once before. Ren’s husband, Atlas, looks at her the exact same way. It’s like she is an angel walking the earth. There hasn’t been a time she has walked in front of him that his entire being didn’t light up and glow. And that glow was happening with Neil. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t envious.
Ash and I lock eyes, and I feel a warmth rush through me. He gives me a smile before looking back down at his mom and I turn my attention to the minister so I can follow instructions.
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“Mom,”Wade leans in next to me as we sit at the restaurant's table. “I don’t see any food on their menu.” I give him a dry look as I stare at his menu.
“Really? Because I see lots of options there.”
“Where is the pizza? Hot dogs? Hell, give me some damn chicken fingers.”
“Wade Michael!” I hiss, trying not to draw attention to us. “Watch your mouth.”
I hear chuckling as Ash comes up and sits next to me. “What did I miss?” he asks. Fuck, having him this close to me when I can still feel him inside me…no, Sunday, stop it.
“Mom is trying to starve me,” Wade whines.
“Oh my God,” I groan. “Would it kill you to just once try something besides pizza or hotdogs?”
“I don’t know, mom, it could. What if I order the crab and find out I’m allergic to seafood?” I look from my son’s deadpan stare to Ash, who is hiding behind his shaking menu, his hands vibrating from his laughter.
“Oh!” Wade exclaims, pointing at the menu. “Fish and chips! That’s fish sticks and fries, right?” My kid has to be fucking with me, right?
