Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 111048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
As Aiden’s fingers drew lightly up and down my back, I felt the cool breeze skim across the sheen of sweat over my skin.
I couldn’t remember a time I’d felt more alive and free.
Chapter 19
Aiden
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Ash muttered once he walked back into my bedroom, guitar case in hand. He was completely naked but didn’t seem to care. I supposed since we’d pretty much done everything naked in the past twenty-four hours, he barely even noticed.
I sure as hell noticed.
Because the man was stunning.
And I couldn’t get enough of him.
On his back in my bed, bent over the arm of the couch, back pressed against the wall of the shower— didn’t matter what position I fucked him in, every time I slid into him, it was better than the time before.
Even though the weather had been perfect for things like walking along the beach or riding bikes, Ash and I hadn’t left the house since late Saturday afternoon when we’d had our picnic… and had some fun on the beach right afterward. After the mutual blowjobs, I’d been nervous about what would come next, despite what Ash had said about being with me making it like he could breathe again. As beautiful as the words had been, they didn’t mean he wanted to pursue a relationship with me. Everything he’d been feeling could have just been the aftereffects of getting out of the city.
I hadn’t known how to ask him to spend the night in my bed with me again, even if it was just to sleep. But he’d taken the issue from me when he’d grabbed my hand right after we’d finished dinner and led me to my bathroom so we could wash away the little bit of sand that had managed to lodge in certain places while we’d been rolling around on the blanket earlier in the afternoon. Afterward, as we’d been drying off, he’d wound his arms around my neck, kissed me sweetly and asked if he could sleep with me.
And that was all it had been.
Just sleep.
While I hadn’t managed to sleep the entire night through, there’d been no violent nightmare again. It had been just me standing on the beach watching my brother walk into the water and disappear beneath the inky surface. I hadn’t even tried to go after him. I’d woken up feeling like I was going to vomit, but had fortunately managed to quell the sensation once I’d become aware of the heavy weight settled on my chest.
Ash.
My beautiful, perfect, fierce Ash.
I’d managed to go back to sleep and the next time I’d woken up had been under much more pleasurable circumstances. Namely, with Ash’s lush mouth wrapped around my dick. After shooting straight down his throat for what had seemed like forever, I’d offered to return the favor, only for Ash to send me a shy smile. When he’d said he was okay but that we should probably change the sheets, I’d laughed and dragged him up and kissed him hard.
We’d changed the sheets, but hadn’t made it past the laundry room for our second encounter of the morning. Since I hadn’t had a condom with me, I’d had to resort to grinding on Ash right there on the hard floor.
He’d loved it.
We both had.
For the rest of the day, no matter what we’d been doing, all it had taken was one look between us and we’d been all over each other. I knew Ash had to be sore, but he’d never once complained, and more often than not, he was the one begging for me to fill him up.
By the time late afternoon had rolled around, I’d mentioned that we needed to get going back to the city. Although Ash wasn’t scheduled to work until Tuesday, I had an early morning meeting with a potential new client. But one look at the disappointment in Ash’s expression and I’d found myself texting Chase to ask him to take the meeting. When I’d told Ash, he’d tumbled me back on the couch and had his way with me. Then I’d had my way with him by bending him over the arm of the sofa and pushing into him until he’d called out my name over and over, begging for relief.
We’d finally managed to stop fucking each other long enough to cook dinner and watch a movie, and while I couldn’t deny how much I loved sex with Ash, the mere act of watching television with him tucked up against my side would be etched into my memory for the rest of my days.
The sexual Olympics had continued into the evening, and despite needing to get some sleep, I’d finally managed to convince Ash to do something for me that I’d been gently urging him to do for quite a while.