Page 90 of Use Me
I rolled my eyes as I shoved the phone back into my jeans. I focused on the conversation the girls were having about how funny it was we were having a girl’s night at a hockey game, and their husbands were at home with the kids. My heart ached at the thought. Deep down inside, I wanted to be included in the conversation. I wanted to know what it felt like to love someone before you’d ever met them. To know what it was like to feel them move around inside your tummy. And what it felt like to look at someone and know you created them.
Was I serious? Did I want a baby—now?
Two nights ago, I had another nightmare. Running into Corey apparently did that to me. Though this dream was different. Instead of Bridgette cheating on me with a no-named guy in my bed, it was Ashtyn and Corey together. The only thing that made me get past that nightmare was waking up next to Ashtyn and knowing that she was with me.
Just like this morning.
She stirred next to me, and I took that to mean that she was waking. Taking my finger, I connected all the freckles on her arm lazily, feeling her soft skin.
“What are you doing?” she asked sleepily.
I smirked and looked up to meet her gaze. “You know.”
Reaching over, I grazed my finger against her hard nipple that was poking through her sleep shirt and twirled it around the peak before moving on to do the same to the other. She shivered next to me, and I took that as my cue to cover her with my body, using her stomach to get me harder. Harder to the point that I could slip in and fuck her a proper good morning.
I pressed my lips to hers. Ashtyn opened and sought my tongue. My tongue worked in her mouth and then I pulled my head back slightly and bit her bottom lip lightly. Every inch of her was sugar to me, and once I had my first taste, I knew I couldn’t stop. Her shirt came off, my boxers next, and then I pulled her panties down and off her body.
We were now both naked, and I ran my tongue down her throat and to the side of her neck until she moaned and tilted her head back. I latched on to her throat with my mouth, feeling her pulse beat against my lips. If I wasn’t careful, she’d need to cover up my mark before going on the air. Or she could let the entire town of Chicago know that she was fucked good morning.
Either way, I was going to do my job.
And well.
Moving slightly to the side, I ran my hand down her chest and didn’t stop until I found the heat I was seeking. Christ. Always fucking ready. She was so ready that I felt her pushing on my chest, and before I knew it, we’d switched places. Ashtyn grinned down at me as she straddled my hips and then took my lips.
I could feel her warmth as she slid against my dick. “Condom,” I croaked. That was the best I could do because if I wasn’t inside of her soon, I would come like a boy the first time he fooled around with a girl.
Ashtyn reached over to my nightstand and pulled one out. I expected her to hand it to me, but instead, she opened it and then did the honors. Her mouth returned to mine, and I guided myself home.
She gasped for air, breaking our kiss as I filled her. “Oh shit. Yeah,” she moaned and continued to do so as I rocked up into her. We were like a well-oiled machine as I thrust into her over and over and over. She’d moan, I’d groan, and just as she was about to come, I latched onto her nipple and sucked hard.
“Fuck!” she hissed as she came.
I wasn’t done.
I stayed inside of her as I rolled her to the side, me going behind her and lifting her leg to spread her open. Her hand reached around my neck as she held on.
“Christ, baby,” I groaned. “Watching your tits bounce from this angle is going to make me come in two seconds.”
“No,” she protested as a moan.
I smiled, still pumping into her. I knew she wanted to come again, and I was going to make that happen. Quickening my pace, we rocked together, and then I sought her clit with my hand and started to create circles in rhythm with my thrusts.
“Rhys,” Ashtyn moaned.
“That’s it, Cupcake.” Good God, hearing my name on her lips as a moan was almost enough to make me lose it.
“Faster,” she panted. My fingers pressed down harder against her clit. “So close.”
I sped up my thrusts, hitting the very end of her until I felt her start to spasm again. This time, instead of sucking her nipple, I bit on her earlobe, and a shiver raced down my spine as I spilled into the latex.
I was spent.
We were both a little sweaty, but I knew she was fucked good.
Ashtyn had started to officially move her stuff into my place. We’d decided to rent her condo first, then find a place to move to before we put mine up as a rental too. Once she found a tenant, we planned to put her stuff into storage. This was another reason why I knew that she was with me and only me.
In the middle of January, the cops told Ashtyn that the investigation with Philip was over. He had definitely stalked and obsessed over Ashtyn for at least a year. The police found hours and hours of footage of her at home, and what looked like a bedroom made for her in his basement. It was something you’d see on TV or some shit. Thankfully, it was over.
