Page 61 of Pulse
It was too much to handle and I fell over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me. I tightened around his cock as he kept stroking, his own release pulsing into my core.
The moment I started to come down, I wanted to go right to the top again. I’d been sex starved for months after Ash had left; it was like I was trying to make up for lost time. We both were.
His chest heaved against mine as his lips searched for my mouth and when we found each other, we kissed long and slow, putting the exclamation mark on our quick, but hot, shower fuck.
My back slid down the tiles and as my feet hit the floor, my knees shook.
“Every time Spitfire,” Ash murmured through a contented sigh.
He reached for the soap and began washing off the scent of sex from our skin and I was happy to let him take care of me as I leaned back against the tiles, closing my eyes. Once he was done, he shut off the water and tugged on my arm, stepping from the shower.
Wrapping me in a fresh towel, he began drying my body, the gentleness of his gestures almost sending me off the deep end into another kind of physical release. Tears. Ash Fuller was probably the only man in existence that I would let care for me like I was breakable. And he was the only man I would let do things for me…as long as he didn’t mind me doing things for him, too.
“Shower sex is a close second,” he muttered like he was vocalizing his thoughts.
“To what?” I asked as he toweled my breasts dry.
He dropped the towel and moved his lips toward mine. “Sex on a gym mat.”
“Fuck,” I moaned just as he kissed me. Pulling away, I added, “Get dressed. Fuck…get dressed.”
“You think I’m horny.” He chuckled, turning away so he could pull on a pair of boxers.
I didn’t have any clean clothes, so I tiptoed out into his room, an arm covering my breasts and began rifling through his drawers.
“Looking for dirty secrets?” Ash asked, leaning over my shoulder.
“Something to wear.”
A lazy grin spread over his face as he grabbed a T-shirt from the top drawer and a moment later he pulled it over my head.
“Do you want my boxers too?”
Biting my bottom lip, I nodded. “Knowing what’s been in them before me...of course I do.”
His jaw stiffened as he handed me a pair of clean boxers and shorts. “You test a man’s willpower Spitfire.”
“Likewise Maverick.”
Pulling away before I stripped again, I got dressed in his clothes, breathing in the familiar male scent that just stirred up the arousal between my legs even further. Controlling anger was one thing, but desire? That was probably the most difficult emotion of the lot.
I perched on the end of the bed, watching Ash dress, and I wondered about what was going to happen next. Mostly about him and me together and what that meant, but also about what we were going to do with our lives. How could we both keep fighting in a way that made us both happy? Pro didn’t satisfy me in the least and it wasn’t an option for Ash.
And his anger issues…it was fine while we were secluded in our own little world, but when he was let out and had to interact with society again…could he handle it then?
“What about your medication?” I asked, watching as he pulled a T-shirt over his head. Last time I’d mentioned it, it’d been a sore spot. He’d been trying to make things better, but even I wasn’t sure the prescription they’d given him was doing any good. All it had seemed to do was sedate him, not help stabilize his mood.
“I don’t want to take it anymore,” he said.
“We can work something out,” I began. “Talk to the doctor. Find a new one.”
“It’s okay Ren,” he said, his expression softening. “There’s other ways of dealing with my shit than getting doped up on pills. Natural remedies, a different diet. Violet has been looking it up for me.”
“She has?”
“Don’t get jealous,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“I’m not jealous,” I lied.
