Page 6 of Sweet Torture

Oh hell, no. She doesn’t get to play that card with me. “You make it sound like I took advantage of you. Do I need to remind you that you’re the one who started taking off my clothes first?”

She lowers her voice. “Only after I woke up with you between my legs.”

“I went down and ate your pussy until you were coming all over my face. The way you screamed my name sort of left me with the impression that it was a great night for you too.”

“Oh my God.” She flaps her hands like a new bird trying to takeoff in flight. “Shh. You can’t say things like that. Anyone walking by can hear every little sound behind this curtain.”

“I’ll say a lot more than that if you don’t tell me what happened.” Yeah. I’ll threaten to announce a lot of things if it earns the answers I’ve been wanting for so long.

She uncrosses her arms and places her hands on her hips. “I made a trip to the bathroom and was approached by your girlfriend in the hallway. She confronted me about sleeping with you. Do you have any idea how humiliating that was for me?”

Not possible. I fucked a lot of chicks while I was at UT but I never had a steady girl. “What did she look like?”

“Redhead. Several inches taller than me. Super skinny.”

Alexandra. I can’t believe that bitch is behind ruining my night with Ashlyn. Maybe even ruining what could have been something really good between us. “She wasn’t my girlfriend. She was my stalker.”

Ashlyn’s eyes soften and her fists relax. “Your stalker?”

“Yeah. Alexandra was a baseball groupie. Screwed anything with a bat or ball but she became obsessed with me. I had to take out a restraining order not long after I met you because she wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Ashlyn steps backward until her body is pressed against the wall. “All this time was a misunderstanding? No way.”

“I swear I didn’t have a girlfriend the night we met. But if I had, I can promise you it wouldn’t have been that whore.” No way I could ever date someone who’d been reamed out by most of my teammates.

Ashlyn closes her eyes, tilts her chin upward, and presses the back of her head against the wall. “I’ve been wrong all this time?”

“It isn’t possible for you to have been more wrong.”

She covers her face with her hands and bends at the waist. Like she’s going to be sick. “I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s an easy one. Say you’ll go out with me.”

She straightens and puts her hand to her chest as she looks at me. Her expression is so…dire. “You don’t understand. So many things have happened. So much you don’t know about.”

I don’t understand what that means. What has happened? What don’t I know? “Then tell me over dinner.”

“I don’t think I can do that.”

I see the turmoil within her hazel eyes and I want to make it go away. “Of course you can. We’ll share a meal, and we’ll talk.”

She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “I need time to think about it.”

“It’s just a meal, Ashlyn. There’s not really a lot to consider except where we want to eat.”

“I wish that were true.” She comes to my bedside and pushes the button on the blood pressure machine. “I need to look at your dressing again.”

She leans over me and pulls back the hospital gown. She smells like heaven and I can’t resist reaching out and squeezing her hip. I need her to remember how good we were together. How good it felt to be with me. “I’ve thought about you so much since that night. Have you thought about me?”

Her eyes abandon my bandage and her hazels lock with my blues. “Every single day,” she whispers.

Fuck. She has no idea how badly I wanted to hear that.Neededto hear that.

My hand abandons her hip and slides between her thighs. She’s going to remember what it was like to scream my name.

“Owen, you can’t do that in here. Anyone could walk in.” Her attempt to push my hand away is weak.

“Have you thought about me touching you here? Fingering your clit like I did that night?” I rub the top of her pussy through her uniform.

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