Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Oh, God…” I yank the covers over my face.
He pulls them back down. “Wanna tell me why you did that last night?”
Shaking my head with a groan, I haul my blanket over my head again and mutter an incomprehensible “no.”
Ashton jerks the comforter below my chin, knuckles turning white from the force of his grip, and I know there’s no way in hell he’s going to let what happened last night go. And he isn’t going away until I give him an explanation. But the truth is too convoluted for even me to grasp. In my drunken state, still hurt over finding Jake with his pants down and another woman’s lips wrapped around his cock, I was drawn to Ashton.
For comfort?
For revenge?
Or because…no.
“C’mon, Sadie. You can’t suck my cock out of the blue and expect me to not ask why.”
I let out a frustrated breath. “I caught Jake’s assistant blowing him last night.”
He quirks an unsurprised brow, but at least he has the grace not to say I told you so. Mandy’s already given me enough hell about Jake and his womanizing vibes.
I sit up, careful to keep the lower half of my body covered, and Ashton scoots over on the mattress to give me more room.
“So you did it to…what? Get back at him?”
“No!” My eyes wide, I temper my voice before continuing. “I was drunk. I’m not sure why I did it.”
“How long have we known each other?”
A very long time. Almost too long to remember the exact day I met him. “Years.”
“That’s right. Too damn long to skirt around this. You know you can tell me anything.” He swallows hard, and for a split second, his gaze wavers. “No matter what, Sadie.” Something catches in his voice, but I can’t put my finger on what it is. Hope? Fear?
Uncertainty seizes my heart, especially since my feelings for him are completely messed up—are nothing more than twisted vines strangling my gut. I bite my lip, deliberating, and finally settle on what little truth I can give him.
“I guess I was curious. I’m not…experienced…in that department.” Or any department, really. “That’s probably the reason he decided to feed someone else his dick.” The words come out with more vehemence than I intended.
“So let me get this straight. Jake decided to be an asshole because you wouldn’t give him head?”
“Not because I didn’t want to,” I mumble.
“Jesus Christ, Sadie. Jake did what he did because he doesn’t deserve you.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that I don’t know the first thing about pleasing a guy.” Groaning, I cover my face with my hands. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”
He grabs my hands and yanks them away from my face. “And I can’t believe you tried sucking me off in public.”
I gulp.
His icy blue gaze smolders with intensity, roaming my face, studying each nuance of my features. “You confuse the hell out of me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For confusing me, or for sucking my cock?”
Every part of me grows warm. My cheeks, my chest, my toes…and everything in between. The fuzzy memory of last night starts an inferno in my veins. I mentally flip through the recollections like TV channels. His steel shaft wrapped in warm, smooth skin. Skin like velvet. His soft tip between my lips, leaking silky desire onto my tongue.
The gagging.
The groaning.
His fingers tightening in my hair, pulling at my scalp. Begging for more. His muscular thigh tense under my hand.
No matter how embarrassing, I can’t regret going down on him. It was a ballsy thing to do, a humiliating thing to do. What’s done is done, and now my secret is out. Despite my inexperience, I crave things my father would disown me for.
“I’m sorry for confusing you. Last night confused me too. I’ve never done anything like that before.” I try to extricate my hands from his, but he won’t allow it.
He leans closer, his lips parting the slightest bit, choppy breaths fanning my mouth. “If it’s experience you’re looking for, I can help you out there.”
Time screeches to a halt. My pulse speeds up, and my hands go sweaty within his grasp. His chest rises and falls too fast.
I affect him. Me. The girl he wrestled with in the mud when we were seven. The girl he picked on by pulling my pigtails. But more surprisingly is how he’s affecting me. One drunken, thoughtless act shifted the foundation of who we are. What we are.
Friends…
More than friends.
It might be undefined and unvoiced, but I suspect neither of us can deny what’s happening here. Not after last night.
“I don’t think…” Damn, I can’t keep my gaze from drifting to his mouth. My lips have touched his cock, but I’ve never kissed him. How crazy is that?
“Don’t hold back now, Sadie.”
“I…it’s not…I mean…”
“Not a good idea?”
“Yeah.”
Slowly, he lets go of my hands and puts some distance between us.