Page 94 of Heal For Me

“I will probably love you more when there is not the risk of my arrest any time I touch you.”

She turns, grabbing the door again, and this time I let her go and prowl after her. “Somehow, I think you like the risk.”

This girl knows me too well.

“Maybe. But there are other risks we can take after your birthday.” I glance down to her swinging ass and watch as embarrassment creeps up her neck when she remembers what is planted inside of her right now.

“I can’t wait.”

Me either.

38

Payson

I wake with an intense pressure between my legs. My eyes flutter open to find ash guiding his dick in and out of me painfully slow.

“Happy Birthday, Jailbird.”

I stretch my arms above my head and wrap them around his body, tugging him down so his entire weight is on me. “You can’t call me that anymore. I’m no longer jailbait.”

He nips at the side of my face. “You’re always going to be jailbait for me, little girl. Everyday I struggle to not lock you up in my basement and throw away the key.”

So romantic.

I giggle and push on his chest so I can climb on top. I face his feet and he helps slip back inside me with ease. Ever since he showed me this position, it’s been my new favorite. I love how he watches me take him so intently.

He reaches across the bed towards the table beside it and my stomach clenches. I also love when he does this.

“Arch that back, baby. Stick your ass nice and high for Daddy.”

He teases my opening with the lubed butt plug. I’m embarrassed to admit but ever since the last time we had anal, I’ve just about begged for it on a handful of occasions. Sometimes Ash fucks me, and sometimes he used the plug to satisfy the need to be filled there.

It slips in and I let out a shuttering breath, and a whimper.

He drags his big hand down my back in a loving way, then lands on my ass. “Fucking you from behind is such a beautiful fucking sight, you would think it was my birthday.”

“Not yet,” I smile over my shoulder. “But I can’t wait to show you what I got you for yours.”

He bucks his hips and grips my hips. “If it’s anything remotely similar to this, turning thirty-four isn’t going to be as bad as I think.”

Ash is so worried about getting older, the other night we were having dinner with Uncle Jet to celebrate my birthday and Ash had a bit too much to drink and was going on about how getting older is a trap and other crazy things. I didn’t expect age to be his weakness, but everyone has to have one. Even the great Ashley Pearson.

“It just might be.” Ash’s gift actually hasn’t come yet, and I’m just praying it fits. I ordered some lingerie, and some edible underwear. Ash doesn’t want many things, and anything he could want, he buys himself, so I figure the one thing I can always be sure he wants, is me. I might as well wrap myself up like a gift.

The sun beats down on what’s not blocked by the surrounding tree’s. It’s finally starting to cool down, but today is one of the nicest days we’ve had recently.

And I think I know why.

Look for me in the sun.

I glance down at the card from Grandpa that Ash had sent me so many months ago. I didn’t know it at the time, but Grandpa gave Ash a few cards to give me on my important days. Knowing he thought about me during his most difficult time is the only thing keeping me afloat today. Maybe most people wouldn’t want to spend their birthday at a cemetery, but Grandpa has never missed a birthday before, I don’t want to start now.

Ash pulls up next to a familiar head stone. Everything inside me crumbles reading the newly engraved death date next to his birthday that’s been there even since we buried Nana.

My two favorite people, buried under one stone. At least they are finally reunited, I just wish it doesn’t hurt so much.

“I don’t know if I can do this.”

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