by Amity Cross
Training at Beat? He must mean the moment he’d rejected me after his erotic shoulder massage. Yeah, it must’ve been then.
“Ren?” Ash stared down at me, looking a little panicked.
“I was just thinking about that night,” I replied, turning so I could face him.
He cocked his head to the side, prodding me to explain.
“You gave me a shoulder massage…” I began, my body humming with the memory.
“I was so fuckin’ hard Spitfire.”
“I know. I felt it.”
He stepped into me, lowering his lips toward mine. “And what do you feel now?”
“Right now?” I whispered, curling my fingers into the hem of his shorts.
He nodded, his gaze flickering down to my lips and then back up into my eyes.
“Horny.”
His lips curled into a smile and he fisted a hand into the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging my head back.
“What do you feel, Spitfire?” he murmured, trailing his lips along my neck. The light caress sent shivers down my spine and my body began to ache a million times worse.
“Love,” I whispered, staring into his eyes. “We fit. Our messy, broken edges fit.”
He sighed, his grip tightening in my hair. “I never want to let you go again.”
“You better not.”
Before I could take a breath, his lips were against mine, his tongue plunging greedily into my mouth. I moaned into him, heat beginning to spark between my legs and I slid my hands down the back of his shorts, grabbing his ass. It was a clear signal that I wanted him in every way I could.
His hand left my hair and trailed down my back, leaving a path of fire in his wake. He tugged at my sports bra, pulling it up over my head, tearing our lips apart. My skin prickled as cool air caressed my skin and I whimpered as he reached out for me.
Palming my breasts, he rolled my nipples between his fingers.
“I missed this,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I missed touching you.”
Fuck, he said the right things when it came down to getting me into bed, but that was the thing...he didn’t need to say anything. His touch was more than enough and the memories it was sparking had me wet before he’d even delved below my navel.
“I want you,” I whispered, pressing my body into his and coaxing him back toward the bed.
He turned me around and before I knew it, I was hitting the mattress with a hot as hell fighter on top of me.
“You can have me,” he growled before sealing his lips around my left nipple and sucking.
It’d been so long since Ash’d touched me like this, but even though my mind had forgotten, my body hadn’t in the slightest and it exploded at his touch. His warm, wet mouth ignited a trail across my breasts and down my stomach where his hands pulled down my shorts and underwear, stripping me bare.
His knees were on the floor, his hands hooked around my knees and he pushed me forward across the mattress, opening me up to him. His green eyes flashed with longing and he paused like he wasn’t sure what to do next.
“Taste me,” I murmured, clamping my hands over my breasts.
His lips curved into a wicked smile and he pushed my knees up and open. My back arched as his tongue rasped the length of my pussy and I gasped as teeth grazed over my clit.
“Fuck, Spitfire,” he moaned, the vibration of his voice adding to the pleasure. “You taste so fuckin’ good…”
He pressed a finger inside me, exploring and stretching, before adding another. He stroked me, setting up a rhythm and hitting all the places he knew would elicit the most pleasure. He remembered…after all this time, he remembered...
I rolled my hips, grinding against his hand as he fucked me with his fingers and sucked on my clit, and fisted my hands into his hair. Everything that had gone wrong between us, all the secrets that had been laid bare, nothing had prepared me for the moment he’d told me his true feelings. Nothing had prepared me for the desire his long awaited touch would bring.
He tore his mouth away and pumped his fingers, arching over me so his palm massaged my clit. He watched me as I writhed underneath him, he watched me take pleasure from his hand and just as I was about to reach the edge, he pulled his fingers away.
I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, so close yet so far from the release I burned for. Ash picked me up and let me fall farther up the mattress, pressing his weight over me, his erection rubbing hot and hard against my thigh.
“Hold on, Spitfire,” he moaned, shifting so the head of his cock pushed against my opening. “I want to come with you. I want—”
He pushed into me, filling, stretching, and claiming me. We’d done this so many times before, but this time was different. This time he’d said he loved me.
I angled my hips upward as he circled his, driving his cock deeper, easing his full length inside me. His entire body shivered against mine and I clutched his ass, holding him firm.
Teeth grazed my neck. “So fuckin’ deep…”
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I moved against him, gasping at the spike of pleasure that shot through my clit. He moved back, his cock leaving me and then he pressed forward, filling me again. Pleasure burned through my body and I moaned, digging my fingernails into his back.
“I can’t be gentle,” he said through a heavy breath.
“I don’t want gentle,” I replied, pulling his mouth toward mine.
Our lips met and his tongue plunged deep, twining with mine. He chose that moment to pull his cock back and thrust deep, hitting my clit so hard that I moaned into his mouth.
Pulling my lips from his, I sucked in a desperate breath as he began fucking me, pounding into my body and giving away that he’d been holding onto as much tension these past few months as I had. He’d wanted me desperately, completely, and just like our first time on the mat at Beat, it was raw and animalistic, his need to claim granting every desire my body wanted.
He pressed his forehead against mine, his lips parted and skin hot and sweaty. His gaze held onto mine as he drove his cock into me again and again, pounding against my clit and building my orgasm to breaking point.
“Ash,” I gasped.
“Come,” he grunted, increasing his pace. “Spitfire.”
“Don’t stop,” I cried out as my body erupted below his.
“Never.”
He thrust into me as I tightened around his cock and I couldn’t hold on. I threw my head back, breaking from his gaze and let the orgasm take me. It crashed through my body, searing through nerve endings and took my vision with it. Lips were against my skin, hands buried into my hair pulling painfully, but I didn’t care. It felt so good. All of it. The pleasure and pain were both the same.
Ash drove his cock into me, his grunting mingling with my desperate cries. I felt him come, his body quaking against mine, sweat sticking us together.
He pumped again, filling me even more, giving me everything he had and held still, spilling inside me.
There was this moment of calm as we rode the last of our orgasms together when he was deep inside me, hands wound into my hair and I knew. I knew I’d made the right choice.
It was Ash. It’d always be Ash.
I wasn’t sure how long we lay together, locked in our desperate embrace. I wasn’t sure how long Ash clutched me, his cock still inside my body. I didn’t care in the slightest.
It wasn’t until I began to shiver as our bodies cooled in the aftermath that he pulled out and drew the covers over us, wrapping our bodies together.
He pressed a kiss against my mouth and sighed. “I know it makes me sound like a pussy, but you’re precious to me.”
I couldn’t help smiling and I moaned in satisfaction. These were the words I’d wanted to hear from him all along. I knew he felt it, but I wanted him to be able to tell me. Now he had and it made my bloodstream hum in delight.
“I didn’t think I was capable,” he added.
I frowned. “Capable of what?”
; “I always thought I was a beast. A fuckin’ animal with no control. Beasts can’t love.”
I screwed up my face. “Get fucked.”
“I did.”
I rolled over so I was half lying across his chest and cupped his face in my hand. “Well, animal sex with you is mind-blowing by the way.”
“I don’t care how we do it as long as I get to put my cock in you.”
I laughed before pressing a kiss to his lips. “There’s the vulgar asshole I know and love.”
Ash hissed, his green eyes piercing into mine. “I’ll never get tired of you saying that.”
“What? Calling you an asshole?” I asked, knowing full well what he was getting at. He didn’t laugh, his expression just fell and I began to panic a little. “What?”
“I just…I don’t want anything bad to happen to you because of me.”
“Bad things happen all the time.”
“Ren,” he murmured, trying to interrupt.
“No, listen,” I complained. “The world might throw more bad things at us, but you have to promise that you’ll talk to me. Don’t keep me in the dark again.”
“Ren… I was only trying to make things better for you.”
“I know, but it wasn’t right,” I said, burying into his side. “You shouldn’t have had to face that alone.”
“I wanted—”
“Shut up.” I placed my hand over his mouth. “The only thing that matters is that we face the crap together. We’re a team. Promise me.”
He curled his fingers around my wrist and pried my hand away from his mouth. His gaze searched mine for a moment before he smiled. “I promise.”
I settled down against him, tangling my legs through his. The sun had dipped low, casting long shadows across the darkening bedroom. Through the windows, I could see the sky was strewn with red and orange as the afternoon gave way to twilight.
“Will you stay?” Ash asked.
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
There wasn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.
21
Ren
Waking up next to Ash Fuller sent me into a total tail spin.
I’d done it so many times, but this was the first since we were together back at Beat. And it was the first since we’d told each other how we truly felt.
I’d woken tangled against him and once I would’ve felt stifled by his bulk, but now I only wanted to hold him tighter. I forgave him for leaving and I loved him. It was the one thing I knew with absolute certainty. I loved Ash Fuller.
He shifted next to me as if he sensed I was awake and tightened his grasp.
“Hey.” His voice was all sexy and husky from sleep and I glanced up at him.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“Breakfast in bed?” he asked.
“If we do that, then there’s no way you’ll ever get me to leave.”
He cupped my ass in his big hand. “Sounds fuckin’ good to me.”
Smiling, I said, “Let’s have a shower and go downstairs.”
“You’re mean,” he complained, but his eyes brightened as he thought about something that was obviously very wicked. Sitting upright, he pulled me into his lap and bounded out of bed.
“Ash!” I squealed as he strode into the bathroom.
Setting me on my feet, he turned on the shower and declared, “Shower sex.”
“You’re a fiend,” I murmured as he backed me into the warm water.
“You want it.” He covered my mouth with his; kissing any comeback I could’ve thought of right off the tip of my tongue.
Tearing my lips away, I said, “Fuck, I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“Good.”
Caressing a hand over my breast, he pressed me back into the tiled wall of the shower, melding his body against mine. I gasped as his already hard cock pressed against my stomach and he took full advantage, covering my parted lips with his own. His tongue twisted with mine, devouring with a hunger that couldn’t seem to be sated. More, I just wanted more...
I trailed my hands down his back and grabbed his ass, digging my fingernails into his skin. In one swift movement, he hooked his hands underneath my ass and lifted me up, positioning me over his cock. I clamped my legs around his waist, beginning to ache as he pressed the head against my opening.
“Ash,” I sighed.
His gaze fixed on mine as he succumbed to his desire and slid into me, filling me to almost unbearable levels. He swirled his hips grinding against my clit, driving deeper and I moaned, unable to hold on anymore. It hadn’t taken much to make my release simmer after last night’s sex marathon.
“I can’t hold on,” I gasped, digging my fingers into his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
“I’ve got you Spitfire,” Ash muttered and pulled out all the way to the tip of his cock. “I won’t stop.”
He thrust into me and out again, setting up a rhythm that had me crying out for more.
“Fuck,” he moaned as his lips settled against the crook of my neck and sucked.
It was too much to handle and I fell over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me. I tightened around his cock as he kept stroking, his own release pulsing into my core.
The moment I started to come down, I wanted to go right to the top again. I’d been sex starved for months after Ash had left; it was like I was trying to make up for lost time. We both were.
His chest heaved against mine as his lips searched for my mouth and when we found each other, we kissed long and slow, putting the exclamation mark on our quick, but hot, shower fuck.
My back slid down the tiles and as my feet hit the floor, my knees shook.
“Every time Spitfire,” Ash murmured through a contented sigh.
He reached for the soap and began washing off the scent of sex from our skin and I was happy to let him take care of me as I leaned back against the tiles, closing my eyes. Once he was done, he shut off the water and tugged on my arm, stepping from the shower.
Wrapping me in a fresh towel, he began drying my body, the gentleness of his gestures almost sending me off the deep end into another kind of physical release. Tears. Ash Fuller was probably the only man in existence that I would let care for me like I was breakable. And he was the only man I would let do things for me…as long as he didn’t mind me doing things for him, too.
“Shower sex is a close second,” he muttered like he was vocalizing his thoughts.
“To what?” I asked as he toweled my breasts dry.
He dropped the towel and moved his lips toward mine. “Sex on a gym mat.”
“Fuck,” I moaned just as he kissed me. Pulling away, I added, “Get dressed. Fuck…get dressed.”
“You think I’m horny.” He chuckled, turning away so he could pull on a pair of boxers.
I didn’t have any clean clothes, so I tiptoed out into his room, an arm covering my breasts and began rifling through his drawers.
“Looking for dirty secrets?” Ash asked, leaning over my shoulder.
“Something to wear.”
A lazy grin spread over his face as he grabbed a T-shirt from the top drawer and a moment later he pulled it over my head.
“Do you want my boxers too?”
Biting my bottom lip, I nodded. “Knowing what’s been in them before me...of course I do.”
His jaw stiffened as he handed me a pair of clean boxers and shorts. “You test a man’s willpower Spitfire.”
“Likewise Maverick.”
Pulling away before I stripped again, I got dressed in his clothes, breathing in the familiar male scent that just stirred up the arousal between my legs even further. Controlling anger was one thing, but desire? That was probably the most difficult emotion of the lot.
I perched on the end of the bed, watching Ash dress, and I wondered about what was going to happen next. Mostly about him and me together and what that meant, but also about what we were going to do with our lives. How could we both keep fighting in a way that made us both happy? Pro didn’t satisfy m
e in the least and it wasn’t an option for Ash.
And his anger issues…it was fine while we were secluded in our own little world, but when he was let out and had to interact with society again…could he handle it then?
“What about your medication?” I asked, watching as he pulled a T-shirt over his head. Last time I’d mentioned it, it’d been a sore spot. He’d been trying to make things better, but even I wasn’t sure the prescription they’d given him was doing any good. All it had seemed to do was sedate him, not help stabilize his mood.
“I don’t want to take it anymore,” he said.
“We can work something out,” I began. “Talk to the doctor. Find a new one.”
“It’s okay Ren,” he said, his expression softening. “There’s other ways of dealing with my shit than getting doped up on pills. Natural remedies, a different diet. Violet has been looking it up for me.”
“She has?”
“Don’t get jealous,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“I’m not jealous,” I lied.
“There’s a few different things I can try with training,” he said changing the subject.
“Like what?”
“Instead of running on the treadmill, we can run from Beat down to the Zoo, through Royal Park and back. Fresh air, sun and all that.”
“You wanna go back to Beat?” I exclaimed, my eyes widening. I was one hundred percent certain the moment that Ash walked through the doors the Twins would pound him into a pulp, and that was if my dad didn’t get to him first.
“I need to make things right with your dad,” he said. “I need to tell him the entire story.”
“He’s going to flip his stack.”
Ash grunted. “I know, but I love you Ren. Your dad’s a part of your life now.”
“I never needed my dad’s approval,” I said, still sore about Dad and his tentative father role in my life. “As far as I’m concerned neither do you.”
Ash ran his hand over his face. “Ren, your dad pretty much saved me from landing head first into juvie at fifteen. His approval mightn’t matter to you, but it does to me.”