Page 23 of Ashes

“I need you to take care of me, Daddy.”

He wavers for a moment, then strides forward as if he’s going to grab me. He stops with his hands quivering above my arms. Lowering them to his sides, he meets my eyes and says, “Tell me what you need.”

My core pulses with arousal as I realize he won’t give in, but hewilldo what I ask. I look down at my bra. “Take this off.”

Mack slides his hands around me and, with one flick, unfastens it. His thumbs linger on my skin as he tucks his fingers beneath the straps and helps the bra to fall. Instead of tossing it to the ground, he places it gently beside me. Taking his cell from his pocket, he puts it purposefully on top, letting me know he’s not off duty; the second Nico contacts him, he’ll be ready.

Then he straightens his shoulders and meets my eyes. He’s standing in front of me, hands behind his back like a bodyguard or a soldier, waiting for me to tell him what to do next. I close my eyes and lean back onto my hands, so my chest moves up toward him. “Put your mouth on me,” I sigh.

Mack doesn’t hesitate. He dips his head and, as if suddenly he’s the student and I’m grading him on his performance, licks a deliberate line up between my breasts. The warmth of his tongue makes my skin flicker in response. Looking up at me, meeting my eyes, he swirls his tongue around my nipple but purposefully doesn’t close his mouth over it. The sight of him teasing me forces a groan from my lips.

Firmly, Mack cups my breast with both hands then closes his eyes. He breathes out hard as I weave my fingers into his hair and pull him to me. Finally, he starts to suck. His tongue works in circles that send shivers of electricity down through my body. When the heat of his mouth disappears, I moan, but then it’s back, lapping both breasts at the same time as he pushes them together.

Without speaking, I tug at his hoodie. He pulls it off and tosses it to the floor. His shoulders ripple as he returns to my body, kissing my stomach softly, carefully.

In my whole life, I don’t think anyone has ever kissed my stomach before; it’s the part I usually cover up. But Mack is determined to kiss every inch.

When he reaches my hips, before he can remove my underwear, I sit up and smooth my hands over his torso, admiring the groove of his muscles. “My turn,” I tell him.

He drops his hands to his sides and watches as I return the gesture, swirling my tongue over his chest. When I gently bite his nipple, he sighs loudly and clenches his fists. “Nova…”

His chest is peppered with hair. Not as thick as Kole’s, but thicker than Tanner’s. I press a fingernail to his skin and trace a line from his chest to his bellybutton. When I increase the pressure, sparks flutter between us.

Through his pants, I cup his balls and apply just the smallest amount of pressure.

“By the moon, Nova…” He nudges my chin with his thumb, stares into my eyes, then says, “May I kiss you?”

I nod. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

For a moment, Mack closes his eyes as if the force of my words takes him to the edge of losing control. He’s hesitant as he brushes his lips against mine, but then he tugs my tied back hair and wraps his arms tight around me. I reach for the waist of his jeans, but he stops my hands. “Lie back,” he whispers, his lips now close to my ear. “Let me make you spark.”

I do as he says, stretching my arms up over my head while I press my back to the table. Mack’s hands are on my waist. They move to my hips. He nudges me to the edge of the table, then bends my knees and pushes my underwear to one side.

“Is this for me?” he asks, trailing a gentle finger down my cunt, through the wetness. “Or was it Kole? When he kissed you?”

I can barely speak. I scrape my fingers against the surface of the table. “Both of you,” I say. “It’s for both of you.”

Mack pauses. When I look up, he leans over me, his broad shoulders and thick arms forming an arch above my chest. He parts my lips with his, then slides his finger into my mouth.

“Can you taste yourself?” he asks, watching my face.

I suck on his finger and nod. When he takes it away, I tilt my hips and push them against his. I reach for his waist. I want him inside me. But he shakes his head and moves back down my body. Bending over, he lowers his mouth to nibble my inner thighs.

He teases me for a long time. Too long.

When he finally eases a finger inside me, I have no idea who’s in control anymore. A moment ago, it was me. But now I can’t tell if I’m the one surrendering or if it’s Mack.

All I know is that I never want it to stop.

11

KOLE

“Tell me the truth.” I’m towering over Tanner, who’s sitting on the edge of the bed. “Are you all right?” My voice is harsh, gruff, not caring like it should be. I try to soften it. “Tanner, I need to know if you’re all right.”

When he looks up, he nods. “I’m okay. Just recalibrating.”

I sit down next to him and put my hand on his thigh. “I know what you did for me and Nova… to find us.” I tilt my head as a chuckle ripples through my chest. “Well, okay, it was probably all for Nova but… you jumped, right?”

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