RUSH (Montgomery Men Book 1)

by C. A. Harms

  “It would appear we’ve both discovered a few things we enjoy seeing during our time together.” His voice sounded strained. Quiet and husky.

  “I have a list,” I assured him without hesitation.

  “A list, huh?” he asked curiously, his voice now a little stronger. “I’d love to hear this list.”

  “I was thinking I could just go through it item by item and show you instead.” I smiled when he groaned just loud enough for me to hear.

  “I love the way you think, Ms. Masterson.” He paused, and I heard him cover the phone with his hand as he spoke to someone close by.

  “I have a call coming in,” he said when he returned. “But after that I’m coming to get you.”

  I started to argue when I looked up at the clock and found it was only a little after three. I still had close to two hours before my day came to an end. But he didn’t give me the chance to say that before ending the call and leaving me staring down at my phone in confusion.

  Surely he knew he’d have to wait until five to whisk me away. Right?

  Apparently not.

  Less than thirty minutes later, there was a light knock on my door just before Meghan entered with Ashton following closely behind. She smiled big as she stepped to the side and allowed him to pass.

  She took an appreciatively stroll over his body with her eyes, and a laugh escaped me when she bit her knuckle as if to hide a moan.

  Ashton looked back over his shoulder and caught her mid-fantasy. He cleared his throat, and she straightened up quickly, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

  “I’ll just, um,” she said, trying to regain her composure, “leave you two to it, then.”

  When the door was closed and Ashton turned back to face me, he cocked an eyebrow and I could no longer hold back. I covered my mouth to hide my laughter, and he shook his head in amusement. “I’m pretty sure she was seconds away from reaching her peak,” I told him. “Don’t you feel bad for interrupting her?”

  He stepped forward and took a seat on the edge of my desk. “Not at all, but I would like to see you at your peak, Ms. Masterson.”

  “Not here you won’t,” I said matter-of-factly. I knew then that I had actually just challenged him.

  He didn’t say anything more as he stood and rounded the corner of the desk.

  “Ash,” I said in warning, but it didn’t faze him in the least. “Ashton,” I said, a little louder this time in hope that he would listen.

  “You should know, sweetheart, that I do not back down from a challenge,” he said just before gripping my wrist and tugging me up from the chair. My body crashed against his as I stumbled forward, and he wrapped his arm around my waist securely.

  I looked up to find him staring back at me with a look of pure intensity.

  “I’d love nothing more than to bend you over this desk and hike up this skirt of yours just to prove a point.”

  My heart raced as my core tightened in anticipation. Would I fight him if he chose to go forward with that threat? No, I didn’t think I would. Because the excitement that raced through my body at his words had me wanting him to prove he would do it.

  He traced my jaw with the tip of his nose and leaned in closer to nip at my neck. “I know you’re thinking about it. I can tell by the way you’re panting with desire.” He brought his lips closer to the shell of my ear. “Instead of giving you what your body is begging for, I’m going to make you wait, because nothing makes me hotter than knowing you want me that bad.”

  When he released his hold on me and stepped back, disappointment washed over me. And that must have shown in my expression because Ashton chuckled.

  “Don’t worry, baby,” he said as he took another step backward, still eyeing me with that cocky arrogance he oozed. “I’ll make up for it later. In fact you may want to call in tomorrow so you’ll have adequate time to recover.” And when his gaze dropped to where I still had my thighs pressed tightly together, he grinned, knowing I was aching for him.

  I had a feeling he was going to torture me, very slowly, almost making me crazy with need, before finally giving me what I now wanted so desperately.

  And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

  Dinner was torturous. The carriage ride through Central Park even worse. When we arrived at his penthouse hours later, he decided to take a few work-related phone calls. As he walked away without a backward glance, I felt like I was going to combust. He knew damn well what he was doing to me.

  Ashton Montgomery was about to see that I too could play a mean game of torture.

  I hurried off toward his bedroom and stripped out of my evening clothes. I entered his bathroom and flipped on the shower, and the warm water from the multiple showerheads rained down.

  Did I mention just how much I loved his shower?

  After washing my body in record time, I towel-dried and then rushed to his bed to plan my own form of attack.

  I propped my head up on the feather-soft pillows behind me and positioned my body so the first thing Ash would see upon entering the room would be my parted legs. I lay perfectly still as I waited for the smallest sound indicating he was about to join me. I wanted to be ready.

  As the moments slowly ticked by, I grew more impatient. I was just about to get up and grab one of his T-shirts so I could go search for him when I heard his shoes clicking against the tiled floor.

  Repositioning myself, I spread my legs wider, tilted my head back against the pillows, and placed my hand between my legs. I wanted to give off the image that I had been at this for more than just a few seconds. I could feel his presence. And I heard his deep, excited breaths as I continued to slowly touch myself.

  This was another sign that I’d finally begun to come out of the shell I’d lived in for years, because I never would have attempted this a year ago, even six months ago, but now I felt free. I grew wetter as I continued to torture him. I hadn’t yet looked up to see his expression, but I could only imagine he was as turned on as I was.

  The bed dipped, but I continued moving my finger along my clit before slipping it inside.

  When his hand joined mine, I moaned and bit down on my lower lip.

  “I see you couldn’t wait to get started,” he whispered, and his warm breath caressed my thigh. The anticipation of knowing what he was about to do only heightened my desire. “I’ve never witnessed anything that turned me on more than seeing you sprawled out on my bed pleasuring yourself,” he again whispered, only this time, his breath whisked across my clit, and my thighs tensed as I again waited to feel his mouth against me.

  The moment his tongue lightly flicked over my clit, my hips bucked even though I tried to control them. It was as if an involuntary impulse had taken over.

  He hummed in appreciation when he sucked it lightly, and my hands fisted his hair.

  After an entire evening of longing, I was the raging beast who just needed to be set free. A deep fire burned within my core, and I could no longer hold back. I needed this, God, I needed this more than my next breath.

  My body shook with desire, my thighs trembled, and I fisted his hair tighter and held him close. He didn’t fight it, only ate at me like a starving man, giving me what I craved.

  And when I exploded and rocked my hips, riding out my orgasm, he gripped them and continued to lick and savor me.

  I’d met my match in Ashton.

  He didn’t falter when I needed more and didn’t make me feel as if my appetite was over-the- top. He too grew animalistic during intimacy. He gave as good as he got and then some.

  My head was still spinning so hard from the way he had just worked me over that I hadn’t noticed he’d shifted position until his bare hips spread me wider, just before he slammed inside me.

  I groaned loudly, and he did the same. Our long night of torture had finally come to an end as we took what we needed from one another.

  I clawed at his back as he gripped my hips and moved like a wild man, thrusting inside me deep and hard.


  We were lost together as our pleasured moans and gasps filled the room.

  I had never in my life been worshipped the way Ashton worshipped me. I had never been pleasured to the point of oblivion. This man was chiseling away at every piece of me, breaking down my walls and giving me hope that I could find that true bliss everyone dreams of.

  ASHTON

  I COULDN’T KEEP FROM SMILING as I exited the limo and walked toward the front entrance of Kiera’s building. I’d spent the entire drive over unable to contain my enjoyment of her obvious reluctance to go to the fundraiser. I’d sat back in my office chair with the phone to my ear, allowing her to go on and on about hating events filled with rich, arrogant assholes who felt they were above everyone else. She was right, but it didn’t help her case any. I’d refused to attend without her and my presence was necessary, so it was a done deal. I wouldn’t allow her to back out.

  When she was finished I gave her a few seconds to be sure she didn’t have something else to add before I dropped the bomb.

  “I’ll be there in thirty minutes, and whatever you are wearing at that time will be what I take you to this event in. You choose if that will be your pajamas or the dress I had delivered.”

  I hung up, but not before she began to argue again.

  I sat at my desk with a pleased look on my face as she first attempted to call my cell phone, then my main line. Lex sat just on the other side of my desk enjoying this display of desperation almost as much as I did. After two unanswered calls, she fired off one text after another. I chuckled as she threatened to withhold sex and only laughed harder when she mentioned castration.

  She was a fiery beauty, there was no doubt.

  Thirty minutes later, I was standing outside her apartment door—an apartment that needed better security, as just about anyone could get in, and that thought didn’t sit well with me. But I’d deal with that later.

  I was about to face an irritated woman, and I didn’t want to run. The way Kiera’s face scrunched up and her eyes narrowed when she grew frustrated amused me. I knew she wanted to come off as intimidating, but fuck, I only found it funny and sexy.

  I’d lifted my hand to knock on the door when it flew open. The woman just on the other side took my breath away. Her scowl, which was super fucking sexy, did nothing to weaken the effect her beauty had on me. Her light blue gown made her skin appear even darker than it usually did. She had that natural tanned look that I know took no effort. My eyes roamed over her body, taking in the way the dress hugged her perfect hips, flat stomach, and those gorgeous, perky tits. My cock twitched as my eyes settled there for a moment too long. The dress dipped in the center just enough to show off the curve of her breasts. I licked my lower lip, fighting against the urge to lean forward and lick along the space between them. I had touched and tasted that very location many times, but it was never enough.

  “When you’re done having your love affair with my tits, we need to talk.” She crossed her arms over her chest, and I looked up at her irritated expression.

  Almost immediately I noticed something different.

  Her eyes widened when I stepped forward and gripped the back of her neck before pulling her closer.

  “Your eyes are blue?” I whispered, slightly confused.

  Panic took over her expression immediately. I had no idea why she would want to hide such beautiful eyes. They reminded me of Navagio Beach in Greece, where the water was the most amazing shade of blue against the light sand. Like it, her eyes were mesmerizing. I vowed in that moment that I would someday take her to visit that very spot so she could also see the comparison.

  “Why do you cover the blue?” I asked, still in awe of their beauty. “They’re breathtaking.”

  “Contacts.”

  “But why colored ones?” I was still shocked. I had never in my life been so captivated by a woman’s eyes. I’d been addicted to her from the beginning because of her tantalizing beauty, but now I was only more astounded. “They’re too beautiful to hide, so why would you?”

  “Just wanted a change,” she said with a shrug. Her earlier irritation had long faded.

  “No,” I whispered as I leaned in before kissing her softly.

  She had been tense since I first approached her, and she relaxed against me once my lips touched hers. “These are the eyes I want to see when I look at you.” I kissed her again, lingering longer this time. “When I make love to, and kiss, you, I want you looking back at me through these eyes.”

  “But—”

  I stopped her whisper with another kiss. “We’ll get you clear ones. I want the real you.”

  She averted her eyes as if deep in thought.

  “Something tells me there’s more to your reasoning, and one day I hope you’ll tell me, but for now just know I think you are beautiful both inside and out. I want the real Kiera, nothing hidden.”

  She nodded as if she understood. Her sadness and the unknown of her past pulled at me. I wanted to push for more details, needing to know what was going on inside that head of hers, but I refrained. Someday soon I would know what held her back from being the woman I’d been given small glimpses off.

  “Can you see without them?” I asked, and she nodded. “Will you go without them tonight?”

  Once again she nodded. “They were more for the look, not the need. It was just a change, that’s all,” she attempted to assure me.

  We were well past her hesitation and irritation at accompanying me tonight. She wandered around her small apartment gathering her clutch and shoes before walking back to meet me at the door. The last thing I wanted was for her to shy away from me and revert to that distant woman I first knew her as. But I couldn’t pretend that her hiding behind those brown contacts didn’t leave a long series of questions lingering in my mind.

  After the first hour Kiera began to relax. She smiled and laughed as we mingled throughout the crowded room. I loved the look on her face as I introduced her as my girlfriend to each person we stopped to chat with. That simple expression of joy gave me an unbelievable high.

  I possessively held on to her waist as the men scanned her appreciatively. She had gained the attention of every one of them, and that animalistic part of me wanted to show that she was, in fact, taken.

  When dinner was ready to be served, I led her to the dining room and found our table. After we sat, I moved my chair in just a little closer, leaving little space between us.

  She looked over at me with a knowing smile, and it was contagious because I offered her one in return just before leaning in to gently kiss her lips. It was hard to pull back, as my body instantly wanted more.

  “You’ve given me no choice but to grow possessive,” I whispered, and she arched a brow in question. “A lot of men in this room are being scolded by their wives for staring too long at you. I have to show them you’re mine.”

  Her cheeks reddened as she tucked her chin to her chest in an attempt to hide her reaction, but I stopped her by placing my finger beneath it. When her gaze met mine, I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her once again. “Don’t hide from me, Kiera. You are beautiful, and the men in the room notice. Accept that beauty, sweetheart. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

  “I just don’t know how to accept your compliments,” she confessed with a shrug.

  “We’ll work on that, because I don’t plan on hiding what I feel for you,” I assured her. I thought I saw a glimpse of sadness in her eyes, but it was gone before I could acknowledge it.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “For what?”

  “For just being you,” she replied before turning back toward the rest of the table, and the conversation between us died.

  I wondered why some man hadn’t swept her off her feet long ago and spent every day thereafter cherishing every moment he’d been gifted with her.

  We spent the meal chatting with the people at our table, most of who I knew well. All of them, women included, were completely awed by Kiera
and her personality. I was in a state of bliss just watching her laugh and carry on as if she’d known them all for years.

  She had no idea of the effect she had on those around her; how with one simple conversation she’d been able to capture their attention and show them her kindness. My chest tightened with a longing to wrap her in my arms and just breathe her in as I held her body against mine.

  When dinner had ended and we moved back to the ballroom, I took her by the waist and led her toward the dance floor. When I twisted around to face her, she smiled up at me, and I fell just a little more. With just one look she made me feel like I was the best part of her day.

  But even that look couldn’t tame my curiosity or the nagging doubt in the back of my mind. I wanted to know more about her. I could sense that she was hiding something in the way she avoided conversations regarding her past or offered vague details. She never discussed her family or any friends she had back home and changed the subject whenever I brought them up. Over the years, I’d gotten very good at reading people’s body language. That was one of the reasons I was so successful. Kiera’s body language often showed she was keeping something back. She’d tuck her head against her chest, toy with her hands, shift on her feet, and worry her lip. But it didn’t make me nervous. I knew whatever she was hiding couldn’t be as bad as her behavior suggested.

  Could it?

  KINSLEY

  OUT OF ALL THE EVENTS I’d ever attended, this had to be the most peaceful, relaxed one. Everyone was so kind and welcoming. Not once had I felt out of place or as if I was just arm candy. Instead I was treated as an equal and talked to as one of the appreciated guests that came to support such an amazing charity.

  But I still walked around with a lingering knot in my stomach. How could I have been so stupid as to forget the damn contacts? They should have gone in first. I’d done that from day one before I did my hair and makeup.