Page 39 of Desiring an Angel

We lay in silence for a few moments, my mind once more on the day ahead.

“How’s your dad?”

“Fine.” A lie, I was sure after his emotional outburst, but he revealed about as many feelings as I did.

“What do we have to do today?” Ash asked, knowing I wouldn’t desire to discuss sorrow of any type—or my lack thereof.

“A lot, but first…” I rolled him onto his back and slid down his body, hoping to lose myself in him for a while.

“Rhett—you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” I told him and nipped at his pec while heading southward. “You flew across the country for me.” I nosed over his abs, my heart fluttering over his actions even when I’d told him to stay home. “The least I can do is give you a reason to smile this morning.”

“You always make me smile—”

I closed my mouth over his morning wood and sucked hard, focusing fully on him.

“—oh fuck.” Ash grabbed hold of my head as his cock swelled against my tongue. “Just like that. Christ, your mouth is so hot.”

“Mmm,” I hummed my agreement and swallowed him down, smiling around the girth stretching my lips.

Nothing on earth tasted as good as Ash. No words uttered or sang lit me up inside like his groans. And the way he whispered my name while throbbing on my tongue and coming down my throat…

Too many feels—goddamn emotions ached my chest, but I wouldn’t have things any other way with Ash. Bringing him happiness, giving him everything he desired, was the only way I could repay him for his selfless love.

14

Skylar

Seagulls cried nearby, pulling me from a delicious dream of warm skin and sleepy kisses…

Or maybe I didn’t dream.

I jerked my eyes open—and found myself alone in Ashton and Rhett’s guest bed.

“Damn,” I muttered, stretching life into my muscles and joints.

Indirect sunbeams flooded the west-facing bedroom with light, the beach-themed bedding and walls muted blues and greens. The sand-colored rug I’d dug my toes into the night before greeted my bare feet as I slid from the satiny sheets.

Massive windows overlooked the Pacific directly in front of me, the cry of another seabird begging me to join him outdoors.

A whole day to myself, and while I’d rather have had Ashton and Rhett there with me, excitement for the hours ahead made my feet itch to move.

Ashton had told me to explore—so I did.

Flitting from room to room, I grinned like a little kid. I squealed over the library packed full of shelves lined with books and trailed my fingertips over spines, wondering if Rhett too enjoyed romance books as his guilty pleasure like Ashton and me.

My focus paused on a spine I recognized. “No. Way.” I pulled the book from its place and squealed again.

Annie Kelly. Ashton had claimed to have read her latest release, but to see he’d ordered a paperback?

Clutching the book to my chest, I gave the rest of the room heart eyes, that too-good-to-be-true thought fluttering through my head on repeat.

“They can’t be perfect.” I slid the book home and hurried back into the hallway, finding an office next.

Dark, heavy furniture—two desks as though the men shared the space. A picture of Ashton and Rhett sat on the closest table, and a quick glance at the other revealed a second one. I grabbed both photographs and stared, swooning at the sweetness of the partners.

Rhett didn’t smile in the first but had his arms wrapped around Ashton, his nose against his cheek and eyes closed while Ashton grinned at the camera. Definitely a selfie and achingly precious.

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