Текст книги "Look After Us"

Автор книги: Elena Matthews

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IT’S 1:00 AM, AND the only noise you can hear is the sound of hushed giggles as we finally make it back to Ashton’s parents’ house, as Jo, Mia, and myself try to carry a half-comatose Alana into the house.

God, she is smashed.

I’d hate to imagine the bitch of a hangover she’ll have in the morning, especially since she’ll be getting everything ready for the wedding for the following day. The ceremony is taking place here in the beautiful gardens, so tomorrow it will be pretty much all systems go in terms of wedding mania.

I’m still a little drunk, and towards the end of the night I swapped cocktails for water, so I’ve managed to sober up somewhat. That might have had something to do with Ashton’s promise to do filthy things to me …

Once inside, we decide it’s probably best to lay Alana on the sofa instead of trying to carry her dead weight. She’s a little on the heavy side, and with the rest of us a little worse for wear the best thing for us to do is avoid the stairs completely. After a slight struggle of trying to get into the living room, we eventually lay her down. I begin looking for a blanket to cover Alana with, but Jo slurs, “Don’t bother with a blanket, it’s way too hot.”

She’s right. It’s hot as hell and far too hot for a blanket or sheets. After placing a trashcan beside Alana just in case she decides to throw up during the night, we take our drunken selves upstairs, where Jo and Mia tell me how much they love me while they struggle to keep their balance as they navigate their way up each step in the dark. Once we’re safely upstairs, slurred goodnights are spoken and we go our separate ways.

With my bag of bachelorette goodies in my hand I go to find Ashton’s room, but I’m stopped in my tracks as Mia barrels back over to me, almost crushing me to the wall at the impact, causing us both to erupt in hysterical giggles before hushing ourselves to keep quiet, which evidently just makes even more noise.

“I know Riley is my bestest friend in the whole wide world …” she slurs, her eyes beginning to lose focus. “But you, Ava,” she jabs her middle finger in my chest, a slant of a smile on her face, “are my new BFF. And knowing you’re going to be my BFF sister-in-law makes me so happy!” She then slaps a kiss on my cheek with a loud, “Mwah!” before stumbling into the direction of her room, falling into the wall a few times causing me to lightly snigger under my breath.

Stifling a yawn, I suddenly feel exhausted. I turn around, but my stomach bottoms out when I realize I can’t remember which door our room is, or specifically Ashton’s room. It’s dark and it’s hard to make out whose door is whose. I think it was the second door on the right. I try that one but it turns out to be the bathroom. I try the next door, and I sigh a breath of relief when I see Ashton sitting up in bed reading.

“Hey, baby.” He looks up from his book with his beautiful smile. Closing it, he places it on the bedside table without taking his eyes off me.

“Hey.” I feel my panties dampen when I see he’s only wearing a pair of basketball shorts. “You’re still up?” I ask, even though I can see for myself that he is.

“Yeah, I was waiting up for you. How was your night?” I walk slowly towards the bed; unable to resist the pull I feel when I’m near him as I slip my shoes off my feet. Placing the gift bag on the bed, I walk into his open arms and crawl into his lap, enjoying the way his arms feel around me.

“It was good. I’m a little drunk still,” I chuckle before pressing my lips to his. The feel of his soft, plump lips makes my heart flutter in my chest. His fingers caress up and down my back, causing shivers to erupt along my skin as he smirks at me.

“Is that so?” he asks with a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Yep … and do you want to know something else?”

He answers with only eager eyes. I grind my hips into his, smiling seductively as I whisper, “I’m also a little wet.”

He gives out a dirty laugh, his fingers tightening their hold on me as his green eyes sparkle with mischief. “You’re drunk.”

“And horny.”

He blinks unevenly at my words and in a flash I’m on my back, with his erection pressing against my already sensitive clit, causing a gasping moan to escape me.

“I love it when you’re drunk.” He slams his lips on me and I groan out in pleasure as he slips his tongue into my mouth and kisses me like he owns me. And he does—in every single way.

My leg automatically hitches over his hip and another groan leaves my lips at the feel of his fingers kneading my ass cheek. Heat swirls around us and it only continues to build as I feel his cock thrusting against my panty-covered pussy, driving me insane. I feel his masculine hands searching along my thighs and I can’t stop the moan of disapproval when he pulls his lips away.

“Don’t sulk, baby. I need you naked. I need to feel your skin, to make love to every inch of you.”

My heart slams into my chest at his beautiful words and I watch with lidded eyes as he peels my dress from my body, lifting it over my head until it’s in a heap on the floor. He shifts slightly and his sudden movement causes something to crash to the floor with a slight thud.

Whatever it is catches his eye, and with a diverted smile he crawls off me.

“And what do we have here?” I bite my lip and a burst of laughter leaves my mouth when I see he’s holding a florescent pink dildo in his hand. If it weren’t for the alcohol coursing through my veins I would have blushed for sure.

“It’s a dildo,” I say matter-of-factly.

He chuckles. “And why do you have a dildo?” he asks with amused intrigue.

“It was in the bachelorette gift bag, among other things.” He picks up the bag and climbs on top of me, resuming his straddling position.

“Let’s have a look at what else we have in here, shall we?” He takes out the penis straw and a whistle, and shakes his head in amusement as he places them on the bed beside us. I stifle a laugh when I see one of his eyebrows rise before he pulls out the balls.

“Anal balls?” He laughs with disbelief.

“No. Ben Wa balls.”

“Ben Wa balls?” I squirm slightly as his pupils widen and I have to press my thighs together to help ease the pounding I feel against my panties.

“Yep … Ben Wa balls,” I repeat, biting on my bottom lip as I continue to squirm, heat bubbling through me from head to toe. His amused mouth twists into a smirk as he places them on the bed. Then he takes out the bullet. I have to cross my legs when I see his eyes darken and twitch, as he looks down at it still in its plastic packaging. His hooded eyes return to mine.

“Well this looks interesting,” he says cocking his eyebrow. His look of intrigue has the inside of my panties dampening just that little bit more.

“Did you know?” I begin with my smile widening; remembering the little tidbit Jo told us all earlier on. “If you test a vibrator at the tip of your nose, it’s supposed to give off the same sensitive vibes as it would against your …” I struggle to finish my sentence off as Ashton’s hooded eyes bore into mine making me lose the ability to speak. I gulp heavily as my eyes follow his hands as they begin to rip the packaging apart. Once free from its confined plastic packaging, Ashton takes out the vibrator and a flush covers every inch of my body when the sound of a soft vibration echoes around the room. Holy crap … he wants to use it on me?

“I’m pretty certain using it on your nose wouldn’t give you the overall satisfaction that it would if I used it on that pretty pussy of yours.” My breathing quickens as the sound of his burly voice talking dirty almost brings me to my knees—if it weren’t for the fact that I was already lying down.

He brings the vibrating device towards my face, and the power of the vibrations make my back arch off the bed as he gently trails it over my lips, down my neck, against the heavy swell of my bra-covered breast. Then he slowly caresses it over my other breast before dragging it along my stomach until he comes to a stop at the edge of my panties, clicking it off. He gives me a devilish grin as he leans down until his mouth is a mere inch from mine. A shiver erupts along the ridge of my spine at the impact of his warm breath over my parted lips.

“Would you like me to keep going?”

My eyes flutter and the euphoria burning through my veins is what has me nodding. It isn’t the vibrator that has me panting and squirming with anticipation, it’s the possibility of the things Ashton can do with it. We’ve never needed the added extras of sex toys to enhance our sex life, but right now I’m definitely a little excited at the prospect.

Never taking my eyes away from his, I feel the tiny little bullet trace over my panties until he stops directly over my already throbbing clit. He takes his bottom lip into his mouth, his stare penetrating into me, and without a warning the vibrations suddenly come to life, prompting me to buck and thrash against the bed. I release a noise that is a cross between a shriek and a moan, and after only a second I’m delirious with pleasure. Pulling the vibrator away, he flicks his tongue over my bottom lip, a husky chuckle escaping his lips.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he whispers, his eyes dark with elicit passion.

I lean forward to capture his lips against mine when suddenly my head slams back into the pillow as he presses the vibrator against my clit, harder and deeper, provoking a gasping moan to whimper from me, my clit throbbing at the intensity. My fingers curl into the bed sheets, and within seconds I find that I’m writhing and moaning at the delicious sensation that begins to overwhelm every sense of my body.

And just when I think this feeling couldn’t intensify any more, my hips buck in the air when I feel the vibrator slide under my panties against my slick pussy. The cool contact of the bullet vibrating directly over my protruding bud causes the intensity dial to double, and before I have chance to take a breath, my insides are already clenching and contracting, my chest heaving with deep exhaled breaths, my body trembling with my near release.

I clench my eyes shut as my whole body shudders and the way Ashton’s fingers rotate the little bullet around my clit with precise movements, it pushes me over the edge. I let go, screaming out my release. My moans are swallowed up with a kiss and while I’m coming down from my intense climax, I barely recognize Ashton ripping off my panties, pushing up against me until he’s filling every inch of me—every wet inch of me.

I run my fingers along his back, kneading his muscles with my newly manicured nails as his mouth penetrates mine with his minty fresh tongue while his cock slams in and out of my swollen pussy.

My sounds of pleasure are muffled by his kisses and each kiss is a direct line straight to my heart, causing the steady beat to skyrocket against my chest.

He briefly pulls away, panting, “Baby, so … tight,” before slamming his lips back onto mine.

Our bodies move together as one and any doubt or paranoia that has entered my head during the past twelve hours has melted away. All that matters in this moment is the two of us, living life to the fullest, living it together. I can feel the drip of sweat beginning to form along his shoulder so I pull my lips away from his and lap up the bead of sweat with my tongue, soaking up the salty goodness, instigating a hiss to escape his lips when I gently graze his flesh with my teeth. In turn he zones in on my breasts, and with one hand supporting himself on the bed he uses his free hand to rip the cups of my bra down over my tits. His heady gaze on my skin makes my nipples tingle before his mouth descends on the puckered nipple. His gracious mouth has my back arching off the bed as he gently nips at my breast with his teeth before cooling the sting with his tongue. He intermixes between biting and sucking as his hips thrust into mine with fierce precision, and even through my drunken lust I know I’m not going to last much longer.

“Ashton …” I whimper as I watch his mouth devouring my breast, and I begin to feel the crest peaking out of the horizon, especially with the way my sex throbs at every deep penetration he gives.

My fingers brush through the soft tendrils of his hair and another whimper escapes my mouth when I see his hooded green eyes on me, the sheer impact causing me to fist his hair within my fingers as the sensual waves begin to heat through my body.

“Fuck … Ava, baby …” he drawls through gritted teeth. My entire body begins to tremble and it takes only one … two … three more thrusts until everything around me explodes, whimpering in unintelligible murmurs of how much I love him, over and over again. With my mouth clamped on his shoulder, sucking the skin raw, I feel his body tense above mine and with one final slam he comes deep inside of me, marking me in a way only he can—bare with nothing between us.

His tiresome body falls on top of mine, heaving with deep breaths. His beautiful greens pierce into mine and I suddenly have to remind myself of how to breathe. With no intent of pulling out of my warmth, his fingers trace along the edge of my face causing chills to erupt against every surface of my naked skin. His index finger caresses over my bottom lip and with the alcohol still coursing through my veins, the devil in me wants to take his finger and suck it … so that’s exactly what I do. My tongue swirls against his sexy finger and the grunt I hear at the back of his throat is a clear indication he likes it. His finger gradually falls from my lips and he captures them with his, pressing a sensual kiss along my smiling mouth. Pulling away, he brushes a piece of stray hair away from my glistening forehead while looking down at me with pure adoration.

“I love you, Ava.” It takes only these three words and I’m left to count my lucky stars that I have him here in my life. He saved me from a life of constant darkness, and every time I hear the words ‘I love you’ is another step further into the light, while the darkness continues to plough into the boundless pit of non-existent nothingness; exactly where it belongs.

Through my fatigue, I look into the endless pretty hues of his green eyes and dreamily smile as I say, “I love you, too.”

My eyes flutter closed as exhaustion swoops over me and I vaguely feel Ashton pulling out of me, then the material of my bra sliding from my body before the warmth of Ashton’s body envelops me. And the last thing I think just before sleep takes me under is how incredible the air conditioning feels as it brushes along my naked skin with blasts of cool air, a perfect contrast from the heat I feel from Ashton.

It means I get to sleep in the arms of the man I love without boiling to death in the midst of the Dallas heat.

I subconsciously giggle to myself when the image of Edward Cullen from Twilight suddenly pops up in my head, and for a brief moment I wish Ashton were a vampire, one like Edward Cullen who is cold to the touch … so he could be my own personal air conditioning. But, only in Texas. Back in Seattle I’d prefer Ashton to run hot like Jacob Black so he could wrap his arms around me and keep me warm.

Yep.

I’m still drunk.

I feel myself rouse from my sleep—a hot and sweaty sleep—and I groan as my flickering eyes struggle to adapt to the bright morning sunshine beaming through the curtains. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I stretch my limbs, limbs that feel thoroughly used from the past twenty-four hours of sex and dancing.

A panic suddenly seizes through me when I realize I haven’t been woken up by the alarm clock that is my one year old—who wakes up at six-thirty every morning without fail.

I sit up, my eyes wide as I take in any possible threats or reasons why Lily-Mai hasn’t woken me up yet. Then as my eyes begin to take in my surroundings and the sticky heat begins to register, I quickly remember that we’re in Texas for Ashton’s brother’s wedding, and that Lily is in Los Angeles at Disneyland with her dad and Addison. She’s safe. Panic aborted.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and flop back onto the bed, allowing my eyes to relax for a brief moment. I let out a small laugh as I feel my racing heart beginning to return to normal.

My eyes soon fly back open again when I become aware of just how fucking hot it is in here. It’s stifling, and judging by the sweat I feel pooling at the centre of my back, it has to be about ninety degrees in here. Who turned off the air conditioning?

I turn to Ashton only to feel a slight stab of disappointment when I see he isn’t lying beside me. But moments later—before I can even form a frown—he walks in, in only a pair of basketball shorts, holding a glass of orange juice.

“Morning, baby.” He greets me with his usual southern drawl and I smile all dream-like as I take in the incredible deep lines of his smooth torso. My eyes continue down until they meet his shorts that are hung deliciously low on his hips, just below the sexy v-line …

“Enjoying the view?”

My eyes flicker up to his amused ones and I nod my head with a sleepy smile, stretching my body along the sheets. “I love the view.”

“Me too,” he says with a cheeky grin as his eyes trace over every naked inch of my skin, chills erupting along my back as he does so.

Eighteen months ago, after everything I went through; the kidnapping, the rape and the depression, I would have shied away from his wanting eyes and covered myself up immediately, not wanting to bare all to the man I loved everything I thought was tainted. It took me a long time to push past the insecurities of the things my brother did to me, but eventually, after grueling work with therapists and months of battling with my inner demons, I finally found the strength to love my body again. And from that moment on I was able to look at myself in a mirror without being ashamed of my body. It was freeing, both emotionally and physically. In turn, finding my way was the key to finding my way back to Ashton. I was lost for a while but in the end it was Ashton who saved me.

I sit up as he passes me a freshly poured glass of orange juice and two painkillers. “Take these,” he demands before getting back into bed.

I do as he says—even though I’m surprisingly fresh from the amount of alcohol I consumed last night—and I drink the orange juice, quenching my thirst from the dire heat.

“It’s so fricking hot in here, why did you turn the air conditioning off?” I say, feeling another bead of sweat roll down my spine as I drain off my last drop of juice.

“I woke in the night and you were shivering, so I switched it off. I’ll switch it back on.” He takes hold of the remote and switches the portable air conditioning back on, allowing the cool air to slowly begin circulating around the room before he gets back into bed, lying on his back with his head tilted towards me. I gently place the glass onto the bedside table before lying back in bed, unable to take my eyes away from Ashton. It’s impossible not to, he’s just incredibly perfect.

“How do you feel?” he softly asks, bringing my hand into his and pressing his lips gently to my knuckles.

“I feel good. I stopped drinking pretty early on. I don’t know about your mom though. She was pretty worse for wear when we came home last night. We left her passed out on the sofa with a trashcan beside her just in case she hurled. She was so drunk,” I chuckle, remembering the mischief she kept finding herself in. One particular memory I have includes her getting up on the tables with one of Mia’s cousins and dancing to ‘Blurred Lines’ by Robin Thicke. She was wild, that’s for sure.

“She seems okay this morning. She’s downstairs making breakfast.”

My eyes narrow on Ashton, shocked. “Are you serious? She drank enough to float a battleship last night! How is she even walking, let alone making breakfast?”

His laugh fills the room. “What can I say? She’s a college chick at heart.”

“You can say that again. You don’t even want to know the things she did last night.”

“Knowing my mother, I can imagine exactly what she got up to … and as her son, I beg you to never tell me,” he almost pleads with a horrified glare, and I bury my head into his neck with a high-pitched giggle. After a few moments of silence, I position myself on my side with my head resting against his shoulder, his fingertips working through the strands of my hair, causing delightful shivers to tingle across my naked skin.

“So this is your old bedroom, huh?” I ask looking around at the dark blue walls, with band posters adorning the walls and numerous sports trophies lined up along a shelf, detailing his love for football, soccer and basketball.

“It sure is.”

“I wonder how many girls you’ve had up here,” I say with an intrigued smirk before my smile falters at the thought of Riley in here. Just the mere thought makes the orange juice I devoured moments ago begin to regurgitate in my stomach. How I’m jealous of a girl who was in Ashton’s life eighteen years ago is beyond me. But, it’s Riley ... I’ve had a bad taste in my mouth ever since I met her. I managed to put my dislike for her to the back of my mind last night with the help of alcohol, but I still have two days of her presence to put up with. How is it possible to form such dislike for a woman after only a day of knowing her?

“As a matter of fact, you’re the first girl I’ve ever had in here.”

I blink with surprise, pivoting my head to get a better look at him. “Are you kidding me? You’ve never had a girl up here? Not even a girl from college on spring break?” I ask him incredulously. How is that even possible? I’ve seen pictures of him when he was younger. He had heartbreaker written all over him. Hell ... he still does.

“Nope, my mom would have shit a brick if I had brought a girl up here. The mom you got to see last night, is different to the mom I had when I was growing up. She had three boys. She had to be strict. And chicks in the bedroom were a no-go.” He smiles fondly, without a trace of bitterness in his voice. Although I can’t imagine sixteen-year-old Ashton would have been happy with such strict rules.

“Not even with the door open?”

“No, not even then. She was still convinced we’d get up to no good, or I’d impregnate a girl. When we used to argue with her, even just to have a girl come over to watch a movie, she used to say, ‘It takes thirty-three seconds to walk from the living room to your bedroom and in those thirty-three seconds anything can happen. It only took thirty-three seconds to conceive you’. Then with a glare that said ‘do you get where I’m going with this?’ she’d walk away, and well ... that was the end of the conversation. I mean, anything that ends with the visual of your mom and dad doing it, is enough to shut any kid up.”

I giggle into the crux of his neck, loving Alana even more. I would have loved to have a mom like her: one that actually cared. I didn’t have rules to follow or curfews to abide by and when most kids would have loved that freedom, I craved the authority. I needed someone who could have protected me from the creatures that lurked in the dark … creatures that came in the form of my brother.

But that was another lifetime. Now I have a daughter of my own to protect; and I will do it by protecting her the same way Alana protected her boys.

“We might not have done anything under her roof, but her warnings were never a good enough deterrent though. I just got creative … and that’s why I lost my virginity at summer camp. But my mom was wrong though.”

“How so?”

“I lost my virginity expecting it to last a whole thirty-three seconds, but it lasted less than fifteen.”

“Wow,” I choke out with laughter. “You must have rocked that girl’s world.” The moment I say it I have to fight back the jealousy that begins to churn in my stomach again, the orange juice leaving an acidic taste in my mouth when I realize the girl he lost his virginity to is the same girl I’ve taken a dislike to—Riley. I mean, he did say he had quite a few firsts with her. But then I quickly push it away again, when I realize I’m being ridiculous for being jealous of a relationship Ashton had when he was fifteen years old. What the hell is wrong with me? Seriously, I need to get a grip of myself. These insecurities seem to be running away with me.

“You jealous of my virtue?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, amused, obviously sensing my burning—extremely irrational—jealousy.

“No ... I just …” My mouth turns up in a smirk when he suddenly has me on my back, crawling over me like a lion on the prowl.

“You just what?” he asks in a seductive drawl that almost makes me lose my train of thought. Almost.

“I just hate the thought of some other woman’s hands on you.” I smooth my hands over his shoulders, feeling the muscles against my fingers shudder at the sensual contact as I show—in fine detail—whose hands should only be allowed to touch him. Then to add to the touch, I whisper, “My hands should be the only hands to touch you. You’re mine …” The territorial words shock me a little. It’s the first time I’ve ever felt so incredibly protective of someone other than Lily. However, it’s more than a motherly instinct. It’s an irrational, alpha-chick, wanting-to-stake-my-claim type of protectiveness. I’m naturally insecure—I always have been—but this is the first time I’ve ever felt insecure about my relationship with Ashton.

His green eyes darken in an instant, and my legs automatically open up to him, feeling his hardness pressed up against me. “I am, huh?” he questions playfully.

“Uh huh,” I coyly reply with a smile.

“My woman staking claim on what is rightfully hers … that’s hot, baby.” I giggle as his mouth zones in on my neck, sucking against the sweet spot that he knows drives me utterly insane. He pulls away a moment later; the playfulness in his eyes now serious.

“I said this yesterday, and I’ll say this again. You don’t ever need to be jealous. Yes, I’ve been with other women, but their touch has never had the same effect on me like your touch has. Your touch is like lightening, fireworks and electricity all rolled into one. Just one touch from you is enough to set my body alight. No one has ever come close to making me feel like that. Ever. Only you.” The seriousness fades and is quickly replaced with extreme lust. His eyes never once leave mine as his fingers begin an upward journey along my arms—causing shivers to erupt along my bare skin—until he’s captured my hands within his, locking them above my head.

“How about I show you how much you make me feel?”

A gasp falls from my lips as his erection presses heavily against my bare pussy that is now pooling with desire, no doubt soaking the material of his shorts. I wrap my legs around his waist and grind my hips against his, causing a deep growl to escape his beautiful plump lips—lips I want to utterly devour. “Let’s see if this bad boy can last longer than thirty-three seconds, huh?” He waggles his eyebrows as he lets go of my hands, making me giggle but it turns into a sighed moan the moment the weight of his bare cock presses against me—freed from the restraints of his shorts—before he sinks deep inside of me, proving he can last a hell of a lot longer than thirty-three seconds.