WE ARE ONE: Volume Two

by Jewel, Bella

  "Josh?" I whispered into the still air as the room was momentarily flooded with light from the hall.

  “Yeah, it’s me, Ashy.”

  I pulled myself up onto my elbows and watched him step into the room. "Where have you been? I’ve been calling and texting you."

  “I just needed to go for a walk and sort my head out.”

  I dropped back to the bed in defeat. "Oh, okay."

  He walked around the room in silence, and my eyes followed his every move. He opened the bag that was sitting on the chair, then pulled out a pair of sweatpants and placed them on the edge of the bed. The moment he turned around, his eyes found mine and I couldn’t stop myself from staring in fascination as he began to loosen his tie.

  "I'm about to crawl into bed beside you."

  Warning sirens started screaming in my head. "You do realize we are at your parents’ house?"

  "Right at this moment, I don't give a fuck where we are. I need you any way I can have you tonight, so I’m climbing in beside you and taking whatever I can get.”

  My body hummed at the thought of being wrapped up in his warmth. I swear he started moving in slow motion as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it over his shoulders. I'd always admired his body in secret, but in the dark bedroom, with only the shadow of the moon, I could admire it openly. All the running and trips to the gym had given him a body that I wanted to admire and explore with my hands and mouth. A firm chest led into ridges of muscles, which covered his stomach and led to a prominent V on his hips. Heat spiraled out of control within me, and I suddenly had the urge to giggle into my pillow like a school girl perving on the hottest guy in class. But somehow I resisted.

  "What are you wearing?" he whispered as he began unbuckling his belt.

  I swallowed hard. "Panties and one of your old shirts that I found."

  "Take off your panties."

  "You cannot be serious," I shot in an unusually high pitch.

  The sound of his belt falling to the floor shattered the air. "Do you honestly think I'd joke about that?"

  "My panties are staying on, thank you very much." I crossed my arms and tried to ignore the feelings of rebellion that started to appear. Taking my panties off would lead to guaranteed orgasms, but it would also mean that I was breaking a promise to myself of not going there with Josh again.

  "Do you like the panties you’re wearing?" He leaned on the edge of the bed and moved in close to my face.

  I felt his breath bouncing off my lips as the air around us spiraled out of control. "Of course I do. They cost me a lot of money," I rushed out in response.

  "Well, you either take them off or they'll be ripped off. Those are you choices."

  Holy shit, I was in trouble, and trouble never felt so good.

  Josh lifted the comforter, then slid in bed beside me and didn’t take his time in prowling toward me until his body covered mine. The close proximity of our bodies and the immediate warmth that immersed me, felt incredible.

  “Are you good?” he whispered.

  “I was worried about you,” I admitted freely.

  “I just needed to get away from everything and be on my own for a bit. I went to the beach.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  “Not you, Ashy. Everything else.”

  “Tonight was crazy,” I said softly as my memories shot to life and the night was replayed. “I still can’t get my head around what happened. How could someone change so much? There is absolutely no way I would even consider going back to Lachlan, but I’m not sure he understands that.”

  “I’ll make sure he understands it,” he stated firmly.

  I smiled. “Thank you again for what you said and did tonight.”

  He shifted his body slightly on top of me, and my legs opened willingly to compensate him. “I meant what I said, and you never have to thank me for that. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. He doesn’t deserve another thought, especially right now.”

  He was right. The more I thought about Lachlan, the more I felt myself slipping back into dark thoughts that revolved entirely around not being good enough. Tonight was meant to be a celebration of love for my best friends, not a reminder of fucked-up heartbreak and insecurities.

  “Forget him.”

  Josh’s idea of making me forget was in the form of distraction. His hands ran up my side and disappeared under the cotton shirt. All thoughts of Lachlan disappeared, and I jumped at the soft touch of his fingertips running over my ribs. My eyes slammed shut as his lips hit my jaw and peppered my skin with delicate kisses.

  “You and me,” he whispered hotly into my ear. “Me and you.”

  Fuck, I hadn’t realized how on edge I was until he started talking in his low, gravelly tone that told me he meant business. I couldn’t stop myself from shifting my body underneath him in hopes of getting some form of relief. I just needed something small to give me a tiny fix. All my thoughts of never letting him touch me again ran for the hills, because right then I just wanted his hands on me. His lips played havoc on my neck, and I bit my lip in an attempt at stifling the moan that was teetering on the edge of release.

  “Get on your hands and knees.”

  His ragged voice echoed in my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine at the intensity and determination in those six words. My eyes shot open as he pulled his mouth away from my ear, and I met his heated stare. That moment offered me everything I didn’t know I needed: desire, need, and protection. The knowledge that we were in a house full of people faded to nothingness, and I was thrust into a world where only we existed. I gasped as his finger traced my lips, and it was the most sensual form of seduction.

  “Tonight was meant to be about us. He doesn’t get to distract you again, and I refuse to let him take away any more of the time I have with you. I’m making the rest of the night about you and me, so Ashlyn, get on your hands and knees.”

  His I-am-going-to-make-you-come voice caused a shiver of anticipation to run down my spine. Nothing could have stopped me from doing what he asked. I was tightly strung, and the offer of relief was too hard to resist. He was too hard to resist. There was no chance in hell that I wasn’t already wet, because I was practically panting in eagerness. His voice alone did things to me, not to mention his dominating presence. Once again, my body won the battle, my thoughts fled, and all warnings dissipated. I crawled down the bed until my ass was in the air, then I sucked in a breath as the unknown awaited me.

  “So fucking sexy,” Josh growled as he traced the back of my thighs with his fingertip, then slipped his hand inside the back of my panties. “I’ve been waiting all night for this. Fuck, I’ve been waiting since you ran off to Lilac Cove. I’m going to make you come with my fingers, and then my mouth is going to devour your sweet pussy.”

  Holy shit!

  I whimpered as he ran the tip of his finger through my slickness. My forehead dropped to the pillow below, and my eyes slammed shut under the tightness of pleasure that appeared. The electricity in my room was off the charts. The firmer he stroked, the louder my breathing soared, and the limper my body became.

  “Your greedy pussy is so wet. Do you want it, Ashy? Do you need me to make you come?”

  My hips shot up, needing his fingers to be inside of me, because I knew the pleasure those fingers were capable of delivering. Yes. I, Ashlyn Hart, had a greedy pussy, and of course I wanted what he could give me.

  “Make me come. Make me forget,” I murmured.

  My gasp rang through the room as he plunged two fingers deep inside of me and frantically pumped in and out. I squeezed my eyes shut when he teasingly grazed his thumb against my clit. Damn it, and his magical fingers. My body was on the verge of collapse under the intensity of pleasure switched on within me. Thankfully, his arm weaved around my stomach and held me up as my body quickly became useless. I wished I could see his eyes, his face, his expression as he made me completely fall apart. I was a woman on edge. My body was screaming at me, telling me that I wasn’t far from exploding around
his beautifully-crafted fingers and taking a journey of a thousand fireworks. Fuck me, Josh didn’t mess around. Whenever he got me, he knew exactly what he wanted, and it was like he could sense exactly what I needed. The shirt I was wearing had bunched up under my arms, as I remained on my knees with my ass in the air and panties pushed to the side. As he thrust into me repeatedly with his fingers, his lips danced on my heated skin, leaving kisses down my spine. The combination of his sweet kisses and the ferocity of his fingers was overwhelming.

  “Josh, I’m going to come.” My stomach muscles gave me the signal that I was about to erupt in a low moan of his name.

  As my body rose to the brink of orgasm, Josh lifted me with the arm around my waist and turned me onto my back. Not once did his fingers slip from deep within me, and with precision he made sure he kept driving into me with enthusiasm. I swear he was the god of finger fucking. My eyes shot open, and immediately they found his dark, lust-filled pits of desire staring back at me, as I was dangerously close to losing all control. That was exactly what I wanted to find. I loved that look. I craved that look. It was the look that had tempted me and utterly destroyed me from day one.

  “Are you ready for orgasm number one?” Josh growled and removed his fingers.

  I pouted at the loss of fullness, and the sexiest, most devious, smile hit his lips. His strong hands lifted my hips as he slid my panties down my thighs, before flinging the expensive lace to the other side of the room.

  “Someone is over-eager,” I teased, allowing my thighs to fall open and immediately feeling sexier than ever.

  He sucked one of the fingers that had just been inside me into his mouth before removing it with a loud pop. “If you tasted how sweet you are, you’d understand.”

  A wicked glint flashed in his eyes as he, once again, ran his finger through my wetness. Every time he touched me, I shivered with delight. He pulled it out and I couldn’t stop myself from focusing on the glisten of my arousal as he slowly lifted his finger. My breathing faltered as he leaned over, wrapped his free arm around my middle, and pulled me up.

  “It’s time for you to taste my favorite candy, Ashy.”

  He lifted his finger and traced my bottom lip. The thought of my own arousal being painted on my lips was like nothing I had experienced before. I’d never felt this turned on in my life. My tongue darted out and moved along my lip as I tasted myself. The lioness within me roared. My gaze locked onto his finger before I took it fully into my mouth. My tongue slid up and down, swirling and caressing the tip of his finger and consuming my taste like I was starved. The deep groan that echoed from his chest encouraged me to take it a step further.

  “Fuck,” he moaned, as I sucked his finger deep into my mouth and devoured it with wild abandon. I shifted forward, closing the distance between us. I went to take his other finger into my mouth, but he pulled back. “We share this one,” he said and moved his mouth to mine.

  His tongue touched mine as he ran the length of his finger before our tongues tangled. If I wasn’t soaked already, this would have been the moment. He pulled his finger away, but our mouths never parted. It was only when I felt his fingers slid back inside of me that I gasped and pulled away. I shifted my hips and rode his fingers as the pressure to explode shot through me. My head fell to his bare shoulder and my teeth dug into his flesh as I shattered around his fingers and soared to one of the best and most intense orgasms of my life. While I came down, he gently laid me on the bed and removed his fingers. My eyes fluttered shut as the feeling of being completely spent washed over me.

  The bed shifted beneath me, and then his mouth was on me. Holy fucking shit. I couldn’t handle another orgasm, not yet, but boy was I going to try. It took all of four strokes of his tongue to send me soaring sky high again. That had to be a record. My whimpers were like silent pleas, begging him to take me to that magical place again. One of my hands gripped the sheets, while the other ran through his hair. Josh feasted like I was his favorite food and he wanted to savor every single taste. After giving me my second orgasm of the night, he crawled up the bed and pulled me into his arms. My ragged breathing filled the air, while my mind went crazy. I’d succumbed once again. I had fallen for the charms and promise of distraction that he offered. So much for telling him that he wouldn’t touch me again; that was clearly a dismal failure. I felt myself crashing into much needed sleep, but I wanted to give him the relief his body clearly needed.

  My hand ran down his stomach and made it to the top of his sweatpants, before his hand came down on top of mine. Indecision flashed in his eyes as he looked at me. Reluctantly, he entwined our fingers and lifted my hand from his stomach.

  “If you go anywhere near my cock I’m going to want to fuck you, and I can’t fuck you at my parents place, because, Ashy, when I have you again, you’re going to be screaming my name.”

  Holy shit, I had completely forgotten about his parents.

  “I forgot we were here,” I whispered in disbelief.

  “That means I did a good job.”

  “It was okay, I guess,” I said, teasing, and rolled to my side to face him. In the moonlight I saw him smile, and my heart fluttered.

  “The bite marks gracing my shoulder tell me it was more than okay.” He matched my movements until he was on his side facing me, and his arm rested over my waist allowing his hand to fall to the small of my back. “We should get some sleep.”

  “Thank you for whisking me away to my favorite place,” I whispered as exhaustion slayed into me.

  His arms tugged me closer, until our bodies were flush and our legs tangled together. “Where’s your favorite place?”

  “Right here. Right where I am now. I like to call it Josh Land. The most enjoyable place in all of the lands, where incredible highs are guaranteed and orgasms are provided without question.”

  His soft chuckle sounded like sweet music to my ears. “Well, Josh Land is open all year round to you, for whatever you need.”

  “Even if it’s just cuddles on the couch and not anything that could lead to my panties ending up on the floor? Although, what we just shared was hands down the hottest moment of my life,” I said with a satisfied sigh.

  “Even cuddles. Whatever you want,” he said softly.

  He was going to ruin me for all other men at the rate he was going. I dropped my face to his chest and burrowed in as sleep pulled me in. With my eyes shut and calm sweeping through me from the vibrations of his heart against my cheek, I whispered, “You truly are a girl’s favorite kind of friend.”

  That night, I slept the best I had in a very long time, and it was because of the man who held me in his arms all night.

  My beautiful confusion.

  My secret temptation.

  17

  Josh

  Knock. Knock. Knock.

  The sound of light knocking intruded my peaceful slumber. I opened one eye and glanced at the closed door. Evidence of a new day flooded the room since the blinds were left open, and warmth curled around me. My body was wrapped tightly around the curves of Ashlyn’s, and her light breathing ricocheted off my bare chest. Instinctively, I licked my lips, desperate for any lingering taste of her. Fuck, last night was incredible. Knowing that we could’ve easily been caught seemed to unleash the lioness within Ashlyn. Her reluctance was came to a crashing halt the moment I touched her greedy pussy, and her fieriness came to life. Her pants and soft moans were like music to my ears, but I’d be lying if I said I could wait to hear her screaming my name as she clawed my back while thoroughly claiming her. Fuck, I was in deep. I was officially addicted to the sweetest honey I’d ever had the pleasure of tasting.

  Movement sounded from out in the hall and our solitude was about to be shattered. The door opened slowly and Dad appeared. His face was washed with hesitation before his eyes locked onto Ashlyn in my arms, then all hesitation fled.

  “Bud, we are organizing breakfast. Will you and Ash be sticking around?” he questioned softly.

  “Yeah,
just give me a few minutes and I’ll wake her up.”

  He turned to leave, before stopping and looking back to us. “Take care of her heart, Josh. She doesn’t deserve the shit she’s been handed.”

  The door shut and I looked down at the blond hair splayed over my chest. A soft murmur echoed through the room, and Ashlyn started moving as the first signs of consciousness hit her. Slowly, she rolled away until her back was to me, and she snuggled deep into the pillow. I followed her lead until my chest was pressed against her back, and my hand disappeared under her shirt until it was resting on her stomach.

  “Ashy, you’ve got to wake up,” I said softly into her ear.

  She wiggled back until her hand rested on top of mine, and I entwined our fingers.

  “Shh, just a little longer. I’m sleepy,” she whined in a baby-like voice.

  “I really wish I could stay in here and have you rubbing your cute little ass against my hard on, but I really don’t think Mom will stay out of here for long.”

  “Crap, I forgot again.” She rolled onto her back, and I finally saw her face. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and she looked at me with clear green eyes. Her pink pout was still slightly swollen from our attack on one another’s mouths and, as I allowed my gaze to roam over her features, her cheeks flushed rose.

  “How’d you sleep?”

  “Like a baby, I was exhausted.”

  I couldn’t stop the smirk covering my face. She slapped my chest and rolled her eyes dramatically. At least she wasn’t fleeing the bed and claiming that last night was a huge mistake, so I’d take attitude and an eye roll over everything else.

  “I cannot believe we did that, in your childhood bedroom, with your parents down the hall,” she said with a gasp as fear and concern tainted her face. “Was I loud? Josh, I’m always loud. What if they heard me? Oh my god, the shame.”

  I ran my finger along her cheek and traced her lips. “You weren’t loud. But Ashy, I will make you scream . . . very soon.”

  Her eyes changed from concern at being heard by my parents, to heat at the thought of me making her scream. The shift intrigued me, encouraged me, and motivated me not to stop until I got exactly what I wanted.