Текст книги "Look After Us"
Автор книги: Elena Matthews
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Look After Us
Copyright © Elena Matthews 2015
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except where permitted by law.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Cover design by ©Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations.
Edited by Nicola Rhead
Interior by Champagne Formats
Table of Contents
title page
copyright
series warning
dedication
quote
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 5
chapter 6
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 9
epilogue
author's notes
acknowledgments
about the author
other books
Series warning
Please do not go any further if you haven’t read Look After You.
Look After Us cannot be read as a standalone.
Look After Us is the novella story for Ava and Ashton. If you haven’t read Look After You (Look After You #1), please purchase a copy before continuing. Look After Me (Look After You #2) can be read as a standalone but it's recommended to read the series in order.
The series reading order:
Look After You
Look After Me
Look After Us
“ARE YOU OKAY, BABY?”
I look over to Ashton and give him an apprehensive smile as I clip my seat belt into place. We’ve just boarded the plane and to say I hate flying would be the understatement of the year. No. The understatement of the century.
We’re heading to Texas—to Ashton’s hometown. His brother, Tyler, is getting married in two days’ time and Ashton is his best man. Just the thought of Ashton in his tux is enough to make me melt into my seat. I’ll probably want to rip the tux from his body the moment he puts it on.
Lily wasn’t able to come with us since she’s currently on a week’s vacation in Disneyland with Sebastian and his fiancée, Addison. It’s a little weird not having her with us, but it’s a perfect opportunity to spend some quality time with Ashton this weekend and be able to let my hair down … when I get off this goddamn plane that is.
“I guess,” I say with a shuddering breath. I resume my stare forward, watching nervously as the flight attendant confidently strides along the aisle, shutting the overhead bins and instructing other passengers to fasten their seat belts. Taking soothing breaths, I find myself inwardly chanting, ‘I hate flying. I hate flying. I hate flying’. I feel the subtle tips of Ashton’s fingers on my cheek, forcing my eyes on his—his beautiful green eyes—eyes I could get lost in forever.
“Nothing’s going to happen, all right? You’re perfectly safe.” I shiver as his words whisper sexily over my lips. Honestly, you would have thought he said something filthy with the way my body reacts to him. Just being in close proximity is enough to forget about my phobia of flying. With his fingers still lingering against my cheek he smiles fondly, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of love and desire.
“Do you remember our first kiss?”
Like I could ever forget. It was the moment I realized how much trouble I was in. We were on our way to Miami for my sister’s funeral and, like now, I was nervous about flying. “Do you trust me?” he asked. I remember nodding through clenched eyes, trying to work through the nausea in my stomach as the plane began to pick up speed, when he said, “I’m going to try something. Just don’t slap me.” I remember giving him some lame reply, a joke about slipping me a Valium, when he seductively whispered, “No, something much better.” Then he lightly brushed his lips to mine and instantly I had forgotten my fear of flying. It was incredible. He had kissed me in a way I’d never been kissed before. It was the kiss that fairy tales were made of. It was a kiss that changed my life forever. It was incredibly wrong to let him kiss me like that since I was still with Sebastian at the time, forbidden territory … taboo … but it was also incredibly right.
Smiling mischievously through my memory, I say, “Um, our first kiss? I don’t seem to recall that.”
“Oh really?” He matches my smile, his thumb stroking delicately over my cheek. His eyes turn darker with lust as he inches towards me and my entire body clenches with sexual desire. “Maybe I’ll have to jog your memory.” He leans in until our lips are a breath away.
“Hmm …” I murmur as his mouth gently presses against mine. I can’t keep the groan from escaping the back of my throat as his tongue lightly sweeps across mine, causing me to shiver at the very touch, and the anxiety that was beginning to consume my veins begins to fade away. After a few more sweeps, he slowly pulls away, a smile curved at his lips.
“Does that ring any bells?”
Still breathless from the perfection of his lips, it takes me a moment to find my tongue. “Yeah … a little. I think maybe you should kiss me again though. My memory is still a little foggy.”
He lingers his lips back over mine, staring at me with a pure look of adoration, a gaze that makes my heart flutter within my chest. “Sure thing, baby.” A shiver runs down my back. God. The way he calls me baby … in his husky Texan accent, makes me want to crawl onto his lap and lose myself within him, not caring if we’re surrounded by other passengers. Just the simple words are enough to make me combust. Hell, he could read out the entire alphabet and it would still turn me on. Through my sudden bout of euphoria, I bring my hands up to his face and run my fingers through the tendrils of his soft hair before slamming my lips on his. He grunts in surprise at my sudden forcefulness as my mouth sucks gently against his, claiming it. Heat escalates around us as we get lost in our kiss. I forget about our surroundings, and for a while it’s just Ashton and me against the world. Everything about the kiss—from the trail of goose bumps that leave a shiver in their wake across my skin, to the butterflies fluttering in my stomach—feels like the very first time, and I lock onto the feeling and clutch it tight within my fingers, devouring Ashton with every breath I take.
It’s only when we break apart that I realize we’re thousands of feet in the air and I was so lost in our kiss that I didn’t even register the take-off. He notices the way I take a calming breath and just like last time, he whispers, “You’re welcome.”
I giggle as I brush my lips to his, unable to resist the intoxicating taste. “I remember now.”
“Hell yeah you do.”
Once the seat belt sign turns off, his mouth lingers over my ear, the very sensation causing me to tremble with goose bumps. “You trust me, right?”
I turn my head to look at him, squinting with intrigued confusion, a small smile lifting along my lips. “Um … yeah,” I say a little hesitantly, trying to figure out what he’s got up his sleeve. I’m guessing it’s something naughty by the way his eyes flare with arousal.
“Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes.” My eyes double in size as he slides past me and heads in the direction of the restroom. Meet him in the bathroom in two minutes? Oh my God. He wants to join the mile high club? Is he serious? Holy shit. We can’t have sex in the bathroom.
“Ashton,” I hiss out, desperately trying to get his attention so I can get his horny ass back down on the seat. I hear him chuckle, but he ignores me and continues towards the bathroom until he’s out of sight. A laugh escapes as a bout of excitement surges through me, and lust begins to heat its way through my body at the thought of having sex in a public yet very confined space. We can’t have sex in the bathroom. Can we?
I spend the next two minutes fidgeting nervously in my seat, inwardly compiling a pros and cons list of joining the mile high club, but the way the blazing heat between my legs becomes more intense—scorching almost—I find myself swaying more towards the pros to give a crap about the cons. Trying to find the courage to stand, I peek my head over the seats and when I don’t see a single flight attendant in sight, I sheepishly rise to my feet and hurriedly head towards my fiancé. When I reach the door, my eyes frantically dart around me as I begin to have second thoughts. I almost turn back around to return to my seat, but when I see that the coast is clear, and no curious eyes are on me, I push through the hesitation and quickly make my way inside the cramped bathroom. I lock the door behind me before turning to face an amused Ashton, our chests colliding with one another’s since the space around us is constricted.
“Took your time, didn’t you?” he whispers before pressing a sensual kiss against my lips. I bring my fingers up to his hair and melt into the kiss. After a brief moment, I tear my lips away from his. “I had to check that the coast was clear. I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I giggle with disbelief, trying to keep my voice low. A flash of excitement soars through me at the anticipation of what we’re about to do, especially with how close we are, and even after all this time, his nearness still does crazy things to me. Even in this tight, compact bathroom. Ashton sees the sudden flare in my eyes, and in a smooth move he glides his hand over my ass and lifts my leg, hooking it around his hip, grinding his hardness against me, showing me just how turned on he is.
“You’re so sexy when you’re horny,” he growls under his breath, his words almost causing me to combust at the way his southern twang slides effortlessly over the words.
“Ashton …” I moan as he nips at my lips with his teeth.
“Turn around,” he demands with a circle of his hips, eliciting a moan to slip from my mouth at the way his cock grinds against me. My insides clench with desire and I find myself doing as I’m told; maneuvring my body in the tight space until I’m facing forward, ignoring the slight pain that jolts against my hip as I bump into the sink. He caresses the spot where I banged myself, and continues his pursuit around my hip until he’s reached the zipper on my jeans. Just as he’s undone the top button, doubt begins to seep in my mind and I turn to face him, bumping my hip for a second time.
“Ouch. Ashton, we can’t do this, not in here. What if we get into serious trouble? I don’t like the idea of having a criminal record because I wanted to screw my fiancé in the plane’s bathroom.” He bursts out laughing, and I have to slam my hand over his mouth to silence him.
“Ssh, I’m serious,” I hiss out before I remove my hand from his mouth.
“I love when you get all angsty about things. It turns me on.” I scowl at him, which only makes him laugh again, but this time a lot quieter. “We’re child-free this weekend, and if Lily were here we wouldn’t be able to be so reckless. Live in the moment with me, Ava. Let’s join the mile high club. I know you want to.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I can’t keep the smile off my face.
“We’re in here now, and the moment we walk out of here, everybody is going to think we had sex anyway, so we might as well just have sex.” He pulls me closer to him and my breath hitches when I feel his fingers brush against my jean-clad pussy, burrowing his fingers deeper against my mound. “I can imagine you’re dripping already. Soaked for me.” His fingers move from my pussy, away from the pool of wetness I can feel gathering in my panties, to my zipper. “Baby,” he drawls as he drags the zipper down. “Let me make love to you. Please … let me feel you riding my cock.”
My eyes flutter and I’m unable to supress the moan that escapes my lips at his words. “Ashton?” I whimper, and his signature smirk sinks into place. He knows he’s got me wrapped around his little finger. He knows I’m unable to resist his charm. It’s the reason why I fell in love with him in the first place.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Fuck me … now.”
His fingers—which have now moved to my hips—tighten their hold. His eyes are a blaze of pure fire. “My pleasure, ma’am.” He pushes my jeans and panties over my hips and down my thighs until they’re around my ankles. He roughly spins me around, and the palms of my hands slam against the door, leaving me utterly breathless as I try to gain momentum of my balance. I love it when he takes charge. It’s so damn sexy. After everything I went through, it took me a long time to push through the comfort barrier of our sex life, but eventually, with Ashton’s unconditional love, I began to love my body again, and the moment my confidence returned, so did my sex drive. Ashton is incredibly sexy and my libido knows it. It’s the reason why I followed Ashton to the bathroom, and why we’re moments away from joining the mile high club.
I gasp as his hand slaps my ass. I turn my head to look at him just as he’s taking his beautiful, long cock from the confinements of his jeans, and I’m unable to drag my eyes away from his impressive length. He gives himself a few gentle strokes before he gets comfortable on the closed toilet seat, a wicked grin on his face. He drops his cock from his hand, and with unruly impatience he takes me by the waist and pulls me down on top of him. A loud shriek leaves my lips as I’m impaled on his cock and his hand slams over my mouth as he chuckles huskily in my ear.
“Ssh, baby, we gotta keep quiet.” I moan as the sensual feeling heats through me and the urge to ride his cock increases. I lift myself off his lap before dropping back down on him, hard, and we both groan out at the heavenly feeling that shudders through us. Ashton takes my earlobe into his mouth, tugging slightly against the flesh with his teeth. “I won’t last thirty seconds if you keep doing that. Fuck, that was hot,” Ashton whispers. I smile around his fingers that are still forcefully on my mouth as I raise my body from his cock before slamming myself back down on him.
“Ashton …” I whimper as the feeling of him buried deep within me electrifies me to my core. I rock against him, and soon enough we get into a quick rhythm.
I feel his lips on my neck, sucking against my skin as he rams inside me, meeting me for every thrust. Each thrust tears through me and as I feel the peak of my arousal nearing, a heat begins to fill my veins, so unbearably hot that I almost forget the fundamentals of how to breathe. Ashton’s ragged breath isn’t much better, but the warm air blowing sensually against my neck sends electrifying chills along the ridge of my spine.
Being trapped in such close quarters heightens every one of my senses, and being forced to be quiet is beginning to take its toll, especially as my climax is nearing by the second, my body beginning to tremble on its fast approach. I can feel a bead of sweat begin to roll along my collarbone as I work hard to contain the euphoria that rips through me. But it’s hard when every touch is more sensitive … when every thrust is more exhilarating … when every subtle kiss has enough power to light up an entire city.
My body is telling me to let go and scream to my heart’s content, but with the plane full of people sitting outside the door of this minuscule cubicle, I have to fight against my natural instincts and keep my pleasurable moans to myself.
After another deep-filled thrust, I let my head fall back against Ashton’s neck as I explode around him, my groans muffled as his fingers clamp harder against my lips. In the midst of my toe-curling, body-trembling, tingled-ridden orgasm, I feel his body clench and still under mine as his own climax hits him, and the fingers that have a firm hold against my hip becomes almost bone-tight.
I choke out with a restrained groan as his teeth graze lightly against my shoulder, his lips clamping down as he comes deep inside of me. Our bodies tremble in unison.
Sated from the intense climax, I turn my head towards him, pressing delicate kisses along his jaw. I can’t help the light giggle that escapes as my body runs hot and cold with pure adrenaline. I think maybe after this he may have cured my fear of flying forever.
“That was …” I try to find the right words but my mind is a jumbled mess after one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
Ashton pivots his head to look at me, his eyes shimmering with a look of adoration, with an added devilish glint. “I know, that was …” I laugh as I realize he, too, has lost the ability to speak and finish a simple sentence. Instead, he brushes his lips against mine before pulling away.
“Come on, now for the walk of shame,” Ashton says, finally able to string some words together. I inwardly groan, knowing the moment we exit the bathroom, everybody is going to know exactly what we’ve been doing.
I clumsily stand, overcome with dizziness for a moment as my world begins to spin, no doubt caused by a mixture of the high altitude and the mind-blowing sex. Ashton follows suit and zips himself up. Then, similar to the way he stripped me from my jeans and panties not even five minutes ago, he gently pulls them back up my thighs and fastens them back into place. My eyes flutter at the way his fingers skim against me as he pulls my zipper up. His slick breath hovers over my ear. “My baby wants more, huh?” His hands rest against my hips, giving a seductive pinch, which, in turn, has my thighs squeezing together. Damn him. He always has my mind in a spin. He chuckles in my ear, causing me to shiver at the impact of his velvety breath. “I love how I can turn you on with a simple touch.”
“Ashton …” I sigh with frustration—sexual frustration, even though I’m still trying to come down from my last climax. It’s scary how much influence this man has on me, how my body can react at the barest of touches.
“Come on. I promise to blow your mind later.”
After cleaning myself up and splashing some water over my face, in a bid to cool the heat that has risen to the surface but doesn’t do a thing to cool me down, we exit the cubicle and I suddenly want the floor to swallow me whole. All eyes are on us. I ignore the stares from the fellow passengers that I can feel searing into us and allow Ashton to guide me to my seat. Once we’re back safely in our seats, I can’t keep the bout of laughter from escaping as I hiss, “Everybody was staring at us.”
Ashton snickers beside me, looking at me with a mischievous smile. “It sure was fun though.”
I roll my eyes. Of course it wouldn’t bother him knowing the entire plane knew exactly what we were doing. Just as I’m about to say something, I jump out of my skin at the sound of the flight attendant and I look up at her like a deer caught in the headlights. Positive she’s going to reprimand us for having illegal sex in the bathroom, she surprises me when she asks, “Can I get you both something to drink?”
I ignore the way Ashton laughs huskily beside me, no doubt laughing at my expense, and let out a breath of relief. “See, I told you that you had nothing to worry about,” he whispers in my ear before popping his head around me and giving the flight attendant a charming smile. “I’ll have a beer, please. Ava?”
“Um, a beer sounds perfect.”
“Two beers please,” he says to the attendant before taking a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet.
Once we’ve been handed our drinks and the flight attendant moves on to the next passenger, I forgo pouring the alcohol into the plastic cup provided and take a desperate gulp of the ice-cold beer straight from the can. After a satisfying drink, I place the can back onto the pull-out tray, feeling relatively calmer than I did five seconds ago. I look at Ashton and my breath catches at the back of my throat at the intensity of his stare. He leans in closer and caresses my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “God, I love you.”
My insides turn to mush and I find myself automatically drawn to him as my lips meet his. Pulling away I lean my head against his, looking straight into his beautiful green eyes. “I love you, too.”
After a long, tender moment, we manage to tear ourselves apart and I take my Kindle out of my purse. I curl up against his warm frame, sighing in content at the way his heart beats steadily against my ear.
I hate flying but he makes my fear less … fearful. And as long as I have him by my side, I’d easily fly to the ends of the earth for him.
Plus, the mile high club is pretty damn sexy. I totally see the fascination now. Although, I’m pretty sure that was the first and last time. I’m not daring enough to risk the punishment.
