Page 50 of Dirty Desires
With a swift kiss to my cheek, he climbed off me then walked away. I turned to my side to watch him. His ass was chiseled and magnificent. His shoulders were wide, and the muscles in his back moved with each step he took. Along the back of one shoulder, there was an eagle with its wings spread, as if it was flying.
I never knew that Ashton sported any ink. There were still a lot of things to learn about this man I’d thought I knew pretty damn well.
After putting on one of my robes, he slipped out of my room, and I closed my eyes. I couldn’t ever recall being as happy as I was then. My heart beat with a steady rhythm. I felt perky even though I’d had little sleep.
This has to be love.
There wasn’t anything else to which I could attribute this feeling of well-being.
I am in love with Ashton Lange.
I had never mentioned love, or even thought about it during the past two years of knowing the man. But with that first kiss, I knew I was in love with him. I’d fallen in love through the years and hadn’t even realized it.
As I lay there, I let myself dream of the future. I was sure he would want to move things along fast, now that we were open about things. But how fast did I want to move?
I wasn’t sure about that. I still had some worries about how Ashton would take things. I wasn’t some fool who thought his issues with his past would just disappear with our new relationship.
I did hope that the issues would slowly dissipate. And now that he was seeing a therapist, my hopes were higher than I ever thought they would be.
We could make a future together; I knew we could. And I knew it wouldn’t always be the rosiest of pictures. But I was ready for it all. Whatever came with the man, I would take it.
When my door opened, I found Ashton striding in, red-faced. “I met one of your roomie’s friends.”
“Oh, hell!” I sat up, the blanket falling off my breasts as I did.
He looked directly at them. “Um, yeah.” He pulled off the robe but went for his clothes, which were strewn around. “We should go to my place.”
“But it’s so early.” I stretched then patted the bed. “Come on, let’s stay here for a little while longer then we can go if you want to.”
“I want to go now.” He pulled on his underwear. “That guy told me there are a few more people coming to join them. Apparently, it’s orgy Saturday here at your casa, baby.” He looked at me with an odd expression. “Is this something you were aware of?”
I laughed. “No. I’m sure that guy was just kidding.” I patted the bed again to encourage him to climb back in with me.
“I don’t know.” He shook his head as he picked his pants up off the floor. “He said we should come and join them. He seemed pretty serious. I would just feel better if we left.” He pulled on his pants as he gave me a stern look. “And you’re coming too. Don’t you think for half a second that I’m leaving you here. Get up, girl. We’re out of here.”
I laughed as I got up. It was obvious that Ashton was set on leaving. And I liked the fact that he was adamant that I come with him.
He always had looked out for me. I expected that would only grow with our budding relationship. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Daddy?” he asked, as he stopped putting his clothes on for a second. “I think I like that.”
Giggling, I went up to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Carry me, Daddy.”
He picked me up and I kissed him as I ran my legs around him. My pussy pulsed against his now covered cock. I wanted him so bad, I couldn’t control my movements.
But then some loud grunting crept through the wall, followed by a shrill, screaming moan by Sandy, and I was ready to go too.
He put me down and scowled at me. “Let’s get the hell out of here before we hear things that will haunt us.”
I had no idea what had gotten into Sandy, but I didn’t want to be any part of it. I supposed that Kyle’s absence for the weekend had spurred her into making some naughty plans.
Just as I was thinking about what I should do if her bender was going to be happening all weekend, Ashton said, “Pack a bag. You’re staying with me all weekend. You can come back here after work on Monday.”
I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but I liked it. “Okay.”
After packing a bag and getting dressed, we headed down to catch a cab to his apartment. He held my hand, running his thumb over the top of it as he went from looking out the window to looking at me. “We can make breakfast together at my place. I’ve got some eggs and bacon.”
“Good. I’ll make the eggs, you make the bacon, and we’ll be eating in no time.” I leaned in to kiss his cheek. And then it just came out again. “I love you.”
