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“I told you Ren. I’m not going to let him touch you. He won’t.”
“I was weak!”
“He’s playing with your mind. You can’t let him.” He ran his hand over his face and scowled.
Fuck, he was right. Hammer wanted to rattle me. Throw me off my game.
“He said… I was here.” I gestured to the spot where Hammer had attacked me. “I was here…again.”
Ash cursed and swept me into his arms. “What did he say?”
I shook my head, curling my fingers into his T-shirt. “It doesn’t matter what he said. He got to me.”
“I know you don’t like hearing it, but you can’t let him get to you. I know it’s hard.” He sucked in a deep breath, burying his nose into my hair. “I know more than anyone how hard it is, but you have to hold on.”
“I know.”
“The long game Spitfire. It’s all about the long game.”
“I didn’t want…” I sighed. “I understand now.”
“Understand what?” I felt some of the tension leave his body, his muscles softening.
“When you didn’t want to see me.”
“Talk to me,” he murmured, letting my comment drop. “Don’t talk to him.”
“I can talk to other people,” I said sullenly.
“I don’t want that guy knowing our business. He’s had his fuckin’ hands on you...”
“Don’t,” I whispered, pulling back so I could see his eyes. “Don’t. He doesn’t know anything. Seth just wants to help. He’s a friend, one that I’ve probably treated terribly, but he’s just a friend.”
“I don’t want-”
“Do friends do this?” I asked, sliding my hand down the front of his shorts. I curled my fingers around his cock and started stroking. I didn’t have to do much; he was already sporting a semi.
“Ren…” He started to complain, but he groaned, moving against my hand.
I tilted my chin up, brushing my lips against his. “I promise I won’t keep things to myself anymore.”
“I love you Ren. I can’t-” He gasped as I squeezed, increasing my pace. “Everything. I need everything.”
I got it. He wanted every part of me, the amazing and the crap. He was trying his best to give his all to me in return. We were trying.
I flicked the tip of my tongue against his bottom lip. “Take me upstairs.”
“Low blow Spitfire. You know I can’t resist.”
“You need to apologize to Seth.”
He groaned as I slid my hand from his shorts. “Later, right now I want to fuck you stupid.”
Ash hauled me up the stairs and flung me down on my bed, covering my body with his. We stripped and tossed our clothes in all directions, hands grasping greedily at each other. Emotional fucking.
He didn’t stop to please me; he just fisted his cock and pushed straight inside. I thrust my hips to meet his, desperate for the connection, desperate for that too-full feeling. I was ready; I was always ready to take whatever he had to give.
“Don’t keep me out,” he moaned, swirling his hips, grinding against my clit so hard I cried out.
“I’m pretty sure you’re all in.”
His only answer was to pull back and thrust, our bodies coming together in a slap that drove a spike of pleasure through me like a shockwave. I didn’t want him to stop, I wanted him to fuck me hard and as if he sensed what I needed, he pounded into me over and over, letting the beast within him come to the surface. He knew I loved the rabid animal fucking. Loved it and needed it and when he drove me over the edge, it was to a place where everything was right.
The moment he began to come inside me was the moment I knew things were on the up and up. More than a mind blowing orgasm. With each and every hurdle we were becoming more and more solid. We were a team.
Together to the end.
