Текст книги "Tribal"
Автор книги: Brei Betzold
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Chapter 12
Ash
I woke up straddling Cris as he was slowly pressing into me. I had no idea how he got me into this position, but I was enjoying it too much to ask. I moaned quietly as I felt him stretching me, and pushed back against him taking him farther.
“Mmm you’re awake, I never thought you’d wake up,” he murmured kissing my neck.
I pushed up against his chest still half-asleep and felt the rest of him slip inside me. “Oh god,” I groaned as I sat astride him. He felt amazing inside me. I noticed that we were in his bed in his house. I didn’t remember much after he fucked me into oblivion last night. I shrugged it off and pressed more firmly against him, my clit rubbing against him.
“Feel good, Ash?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Then ride me.”
I took that as a challenge and began to slowly rise then slammed my body back down against his, we both groaned. I continued rising slowly only to force him back inside of me quickly. We were both panting when he pulled me off him, tossing me on my stomach. He climbed behind me and jerked me up so my ass was in the air and my shoulders were against the bed. He thrust into me hard his hips pressing against my still sore ass, and I grunted against the onslaught of sensation.
He didn’t stop to let me get used to the new position but instead went to work fucking me. Both of us grunting, groaning, and searching for our release. It was hard, fast, and messy the perfect way to wake up in the morning. I felt myself flutter around him and he increased his pace until my face was buried in the mattress as I screamed his name. He continued to pound into me, then grunted shoving himself in deep and staying there.
He finally pulled out and flopped on the bed beside me, while I straightened out my body feeling new aches and pains. We both laid there quietly trying to get our breathing back in control. Finally, I rolled over and went in search of my clothes.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed.”
“Why?”
“Because we need to talk and I’d prefer doing that with clothes on.”
“Oh okay,” he muttered. “You still have some pajama pants and stuff in your drawer.”
I nodded and went to pull them out of the drawer Cris had cleaned out for me months ago; it was just easier to leave clothes here. I pulled on a pair of warm pajama pants and a tank top then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After I was through, I headed to the kitchen to start coffee and breakfast. I knew I was stalling, but I was trying to process everything that had happened last night and this morning.
“You okay?” Cris asked as he padded into the kitchen in nothing but a pair of unbuttoned jeans. It was truly unfair that he looked this damn good early in the morning.
“Ash?”
“Hmm, yeah, I’m okay,” I said forcing myself to stop staring at his hard chest and defined abdomen.
He smirked and ran a hand down his chest, lightly scratching his stomach. “What do you want to do today?”
“We need to talk but I thought we could do that over breakfast.”
“Need help?”
“No, thank you.”
I watched as he turned and walked out of the kitchen. I went to work making us a simple breakfast. While I was cooking I tried to organize my thoughts, figure out where I stood on his revelation last night. I never thought about the lines of Dom and boyfriend crossing, but I could see now how they might. I had some of the same concerns being his sub and being in a relationship with him. That he would see me being his sub in the bedroom as being a sub in real life. While I may try to avoid confrontation, I wasn’t willing to be a twenty-four/seven sub either.
“Cris,” I called, “breakfast is ready.” Then I went about making myself a plate and second cup of coffee. There would be no more stalling, and I had an idea of what I wanted but I wanted to hear what he had to say first.
I sat down at the table and started eating when he walked in, fixed his own plate and coffee, and sat across from me. We both ate with only the sound of forks scraping across plates to disturb the uncomfortable silence.
Finally I dropped my fork on my empty plate and looked at him. “I get why you have concerns, but I think it would be best if we put our relationship ahead of all the other stuff.”
He looked up at me. “I agree, we should talk about what’s going on in our lives without the fear of it affecting our other relationship.”
I nodded. “Yes, and I have my own concerns about the other side of us as well.”
Cris
“You do?” I asked concerned she’d been withholding from me as well.
She bit her lip and nodded. “I know it’s not likely to happen, but I do worry that the Dom/sub relationship we have will leak into our daily relationship. That you’ll want or expect me to always do what you say, or what you want. I can’t and won’t do that.”
“I wouldn’t want you to.”
“Okay,” she mumbled.
“Have I done that before?”
She shook her head. “No, but it’s still a concern.”
I thought about that for a minute and I could see where the concern would come from. This was going to be more difficult than I thought. Only I knew if we laid out ground rules like we did at the beginning of our Dom/sub relationship it could work.
“We need rules, guidelines per se, so we can keep everything clear.”
“Yeah, that might work.” Then she looked at me intently. “No lying and no more withholding information.”
“No lying.”
“We need to be able to talk freely about everything without fear of it affecting the other.”
“Yeah, but how do we do that?”
She reached over and grabbed my hand. “Cris, you won’t look weak to me for telling me things. I want to be your friend as well as your partner.”
“Okay.” Then we went on to talk about the things I had been holding back—fears about the shop, my relationship with Devi. We talked, both of us trying to break down the walls that had been closing us off. We spent the morning just talking, laughing, and enjoying each other. It was the first time we’d had this since our relationship started, and it was perfect.
After lunch we both received texts from Devi, telling us that there was a family meeting at her place in an hour, and not to be late.
“What’s that about?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Probably getting everyone ready for the guys leaving on Monday.”
“Makes sense.”
We got in my car and were driving to Devi and Seth’s when I asked, “Will you think about moving in with me?”
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, we’ve just now started to really work things out.”
“I know, but I want you with me.”
“I’ll think about it.”
We left it at that. I was just happy that she was willing to think about it, finally.
Chapter 13
Ash
We walked into the house hand and hand. I was happy with the way things were going. I still wasn’t sure about moving in together, but I would think about like I promised. I jerked to a stop noticing everyone was staring at us—Devi smiling smugly.
“Yeah yeah, shut up,” I muttered.
We found a seat on the floor and I looked around noticing everyone from the band plus Mags, Drake, Max, and Jules sitting around. I wasn’t sure what to expect from her impromptu meeting.
“Since everyone has finally decided to show,” Devi said looking at me, “let’s get to it. Ash, you know I love you, right?”
I nodded.
“Good, you’re fired.”
“What?” I yelled.
“You’re fired. I’ve already hired a new nanny; she’ll be here in a week. So I need you to clean out your stuff in a week’s time. Good, glad that’s settled,” she said smiling at all the gawking faces.
“What the fuck, Devi?” Cris yelled.
Seth held out his hand towards Cris. “That’s enough, just listen.”
We all looked back at Devi. “So I’m pregnant,” she announced, “with twins.”
“Ah fuck man, you promised not to do this to us again,” X whined.
Devi glared at him. “Do this to you?” she screeched.
X shrunk back and I would have giggled if I wasn’t trying to process the fact that Devi fired me.
“Things around here are changing. Ash, I need a house mom in essence—someone to help with the kids when needed, do the grocery shopping, and help keep everything organized, paid, and running. You need a job, so you’re hired.” She nodded like this was a done deal and I just stared at her.
“You’ve lost your mind,” I stated.
She tilted her head. “That is a possibility.”
She looked over at Cris. “I’ll need to cut my hours at the shop soon.”
He nodded looking at her wearily.
“Okay, I think that’s all.” She stood up and started walking out of the room.
“Don’t you want my answer?” I called after her.
“It’s not a choice,” she called back. “Oh and Cris, Ash needs a place to live, want a roommate?”
“God, she’s scary when she’s knocked up,” X muttered.
“I heard that X. And Seth, after I have these babies you’re getting snipped or I will do it for you.”
“I know, you’ve already warned me,” he shouted back.
“So, who’s the new nanny?”
Seth went pale and jumped up. “Ask Devi,” he said over his shoulder as he practically ran out of the room.
Cris
“What just happened?” asked Sam.
“I don’t have a clue,” Eli murmured.
“You okay?” I asked Ash who was sitting beside me still shell-shocked.
“Was I fired?”
I nodded my head.
“Then I was given a new job?”
I nodded again.
She looked at me blankly. “I guess I will move in with you.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, we can find you something else.”
“You can stay with Jules at my place if you want,” Sam offered.
I shook my head. “No, I want to move in with you, I think.”
“You think?”
“Just give me a minute.”
X groaned, “We’re screwed.”
“How so?” Max asked.
“Do you not remember how Devi is pregnant?”
He nodded.
“Now think of that times two.”
We all groaned and cursed.
Drake looked over at Mags. “We’re moving back home as soon as possible. I am talking like this week.”
Mags nodded. “It’s safer.”
Ash stood up and grabbed my hand. “Come on, let’s go home.”
I smiled up at her and nodded. “Sounds good.”
“I wonder who the new nanny is,” she mused as we headed out the door.
Epilogue
Ash
I looked around the bedroom I now shared with Cris. We’d moved everything in this weekend. I still had a storage unit of things from before I started working for Devi, but I was just going to leave it for now. I needed to go through it and figure out what I wanted to keep versus what to get rid of. I didn’t have the time for that now. I stayed on as the nanny for the past week while I packed, but starting next week Devi was ‘training’ me for my new job. I was nervous yet excited about it, she’d gone about it in a devious way, but I knew she had the best intentions.
Strong tattooed arms wrapped around me. “Happy?”
I snuggled into his chest. “Very.”
“You’re sure this is what you want?”
“Yeah, this is what I want.”
He kissed my hair and held me tighter. “You’ll let me know if—”
“Yes, Cris,” I said interrupting him. He’d been asking me all week if this is what I really wanted, or if I felt pressured into it. In all honesty, it felt right. After I let go of everything else and just thought about what I wanted, I realized I wanted to be here with him. Everything else could and would work itself out. For now, I was just going to be happy.
“So is X talking to Devi yet?”
“Nope,” I answered, “not since he found out his sister was leaving school and going to be working for Devi.”
“That woman is insane.”
“Nah, she just wants to take care of what’s hers.”
“And X’s sister is hers how?”
“They’ve known each other for years, or so I was told.”
“They have.”
“When she decided to take a semester off, it just clicked into place for Devi. It’s what she does.”
“Like the new job?”
“Haven’t really started it yet, but yeah, I think I will. I still get to hang out with the kids and she’s right, she will need more help with twins.”
“Okay, enough talk about Devi,” he growled. “It’s time to christen our house.”
Cris
I watched as Ash slept in our bed. It still amazed me that she agreed to this. I pushed a lock her blonde hair from her forehead and just gazed at her. I wasn’t sure what I did to deserve her, I knew I would screw up again. That I would piss her off at times, but I vowed to both of us not to push her away again. I wasn’t sure I could handle living a life that didn’t have Ash in it.
My cell rang and I rolled over to answer it. “Yeah.”
I listened to Max speaking frantically on the other end, once he told me what was going on I was up and moving. I quickly got dressed and woke up Ash in the process.
“Everything okay?”
“No, not really,” I told her. “Get dressed.”
After she dressed quickly, we ran out the door. I was scared of what we would find. We were all hoping this was over, but apparently not. I just didn’t know what we could do now to keep her safe.
Acknowledgments
I struggled with getting Tribal finished, not because of the story but because life kept throwing road blocks. I want to say thank you to my readers for supporting me, encouraging me, and bearing with me. I have to say I have the most fantastic readers, ever.
My beta’s Nikki Sparks, Wendy Bree Rex, and Chrissy Sharp, you three are amazing as always. Thank you for all you do, for taking time out of your busy lives to help me. I could never do this without you beside me.
Holly Malgieri, I cannot not say thank you enough for all you do for me. You help keep me grounded, listen to me bitch, and tell me everything will be okay when I’m ready to quit. You’re my fairy godmother and I would be lost without you.
I need to once again thank my editor, Tanya Keetch, The Word Maid, for all the hard work she puts in to polishing, correcting, and recorrecting.
I want to thank my awesome cover designer, Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations, she did an absolute amazing job with the cover.
L. Diane Wolfe, Spunk on a Stick, thank you for once again formatting for me. I always love working with you.
There are a lot of blogs I need to thank for all the support, pimping, and continued support, if I forget someone I am sorry it wasn’t on purpose. Iloveindiebooks, So Many Books So Little Time, Flirty and Dirty, Book Avenue, Stick Girl Book Reviews, Book Junkies Anonymous, Romantic Reading Escapes, The SUBCLUB, 2 Girls Book Blog: An Asian & White Chick Walk Into a Book Blog, Wolfel’s World of Books, Under the Covers Book Blog, The Book Whore-der's Delights, Shh Mom’s Reading.
My husband and son, thank you for supporting and encouraging me to pursue my dream of publishing. I love you both so much.
So many authors to thank that I do not want to chance forgetting anyone, so thank you to each and every author who has helped me along the way. I love that we support one another in our small community, and hope to be able to pass along all that’s been done for me.
About Author
Brei Betzold is a stay at home mom to one very interesting little boy. She started reading and writing at a young age, and has always dreamed of pursuing it as a career. She can be found most often working on her latest ideas. In her free time she enjoys spending time with her son and husband playing rockband, cooking, or curled up on the couch watching a movie.
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