by t. h. snyder
She moves to stand and I can’t help but want her in my arms. Allowing my legs to fall off the sides of the table, I pull her onto my lap. With a shriek, she wraps her arms around my neck and looks deeply into my eyes.
“My beautiful girl has surpassed my every expectation, you’re really something else, Ashley. Constantly surprising me, I don’t know what else you can do to make me love you more. You’re my heart and soul. You, Ashley, are everything to me and I will prove it every day to you until I take my last breath.”
With tears streaming down her face she crashes her lips against mine. Pulling her in closer, I trail my fingertips up her back, lifting the hem of her shirt over her head breaking our kiss.
With her tits begging me to touch them, I unclip her bra and watch as her shimmering nipple rings dance in front of my eyes.
Taking one breast in my hand, I lean into her and lick around her very perky nipple. Her taste is so sweet and I can’t help but want to devour her. Teasing her other nipple with my fingers, I pinch it with just enough pressure to exert a moan from my girl.
My lips travel from her tit up along her collar bone to the most sensitive spot on her neck. She begins to grind her pelvis down onto my now hard cock while she pulls the top of my head down further onto her neck.
“Steve, I need you, please…take me right here, right now.”
Pulling her face into my hands, I look into her hazel eyes.
“You want me to fuck you on your chair?” I ask swallowing hard.
Nodding her head up and down, she pushes herself down onto me, creating a friction that gives me the non-verbal answer I need. With my hands now under her arms, I lift her from the table and lay her down against the cool leather.
She runs her fingers through her pink locks as my eyes ravage the beauty lying before me. Hovering over her body, I begin to lick and suck a trail down her stomach leading down to her pierced belly button.
Reaching for the button of her jeans, I quickly slide it through the loop and remove everything so that she’s completely bare and ready for me. Without wanting to waste a second, I remove my shoes, shirt, and shorts before bowing down in front of her.
On my knees, I spread her legs so that her glistening pussy is staring back at me. Her scent fills my senses and my mouth begins to water.
My fingers run through her wet folds as I tease her throbbing clit with my tongue. Her body begins to squirm as her hands pull my head deeper into her warmth. Moans fill the room while my tongue darts in and out of her pussy as I tongue fuck her hard. Her legs begin to shake around my shoulders. I taste and lick up every last drop of her juices while she comes undone against my mouth.
Knowing that I’ve satisfied her, I move to stand and straddle her hips above the table. Grabbing her tits in my hands, I slowly sink myself down into her. The tightness of her channel is unreal as I push through her walls inch by inch until I’m balls deep. She starts to rock her hips and I lean down onto her getting in the position I need to thrust my cock into her at just the right angle.
Her nails start to dig into the flesh of my back and I can’t hold on much longer. Fucking her with all that I have, I look down to watch as my length moves in and out of her pussy….good God, that is the most fucking sexy sight I’ve ever seen.
“Watch me fuck you, Ashley. Do you see that? It’s perfect the way I fill you.”
“You’re my puzzle piece, Steve. The only one that can make me feel whole.”
Pushing into her faster and faster, I can feel my release and I’m about to burst.
“Gahhh, Ashley, touch yourself. Rub your clit…I’m going to come soon, I need you to fall over the edge with me.”
Continuing to watch as I move in and out, her fingers on her clit as she rubs herself hard throws me over my breaking point as I lose myself in our moment. As I come within her, I can feel her walls bearing down on me, milking my orgasm until there is nothing left.
Placing my lips against hers, I know, now more than ever, this is the life I’m meant to live. She’s shown me the light and I’m consumed by everything she’s given me.
Chapter 21
Staring across the table in the diner, I wait for Christian and Jenn to meet me for lunch. Without a doubt I needed to get away from the house. I needed someone to talk to that isn’t involved with the crew and more importantly, I needed my friend. This will be the first time I’ll be in the presence of his girlfriend and, to be honest, I’m really excited to meet her.
When I called him last night to ask him to lunch, I wasn’t in a good place. My world has been flipped upside down and I’m not quite sure how to handle the emotions coursing through me. Having Dault so close, but still so lost, is killing me. Every time I look him in the eyes, I want to touch him, hold him, and be one with him again. I had no idea it was going to be this hard having him so close to me again.
I’ve tried to mesh in with the rest of the crew, but every time I look at him, I see him staring back at me…watching me. Having no clue what’s processing through that thick skull of his, I’m at a loss.
Linc and the girls keep reminding me to be patient, give him time to come around, but I’m tired of waiting. How am I supposed to pretend that the man I see every day is just a man? There’s too many feelings involved, at least for me. Sometimes I wonder if I just touched him, kissed him, or made love to him again a memory would be triggered…ugh, this is too fucking hard.
The door bells chime as I see Christian enter into the diner. A huge smile spreads across my face as he walks toward me with his arms extended. Falling into his embrace, I squeeze him hard, not wanting to let go of my friend. Looking around his shoulder I see a gorgeous woman standing behind us. Feeling a bit awkward that I’m still hanging onto her boyfriend, I remove my arms and move to his side.
A wide grin sets across her face as her bright blue eyes twinkle back to me. With her hand extended, I move around Christian and pull her into a hug. She returns my squeeze as we stand there for a few moments introducing ourselves.
“I’m Etty. It’s so good to finally meet you.”
“You too, Christian talks about you all the time. You’ve been a good friend to him through a lot.”
Looking up to him, I swat him on the arm and slide back into the booth. Once we’re all situated and have ordered our meals, Christian pulls my hands into his across the table.
“Talk to me, Etty. Just because Jenn is here with us I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk.”
Biting down on my lower lip, I release a breath while looking to Jenn. She nods an encouraging smile to me and I close my eyes for a brief moment.
“I’m so confused, Christian. None of this is what I expected to happen once he came home.”
“Why’s that?” He asks, rubbing his thumbs along my hand.
“He’s constantly watching me, but I don’t know what he’s thinking. Why can’t he remember everything we had?”
“It’s not easy, I’m sure of that, but you have to give him time.”
Pulling my hands from Christian’s, I slam them palm down on the table, cause both him and Jenn to jump.
“I’m sorry, it’s just so frustrating. Everyone keeps telling me to give him time…how much time before I start to lose my mind…if I haven’t already?”
“Has he been into the shop yet?”
“No, we’re trying to keep him away from there until the grand reopening…you’re still coming right?”
With a questionable glare, he looks to me and then to Jenn.
“You know I’d do anything to help you out, Etty. Do you really think going to the shop is a good idea? I know the guys aren’t the biggest Christian fans...”
“Shut up, I invited you. You’re my friend and they’ll all have to just deal with it. After all Dault won’t remember who you are any way, so what’s the big deal?”
Staring down at the table, he starts to shred the napkin into pieces in front of him. Jenn pulls his hands into hers and gently places a kiss on hi
s cheek.
“Please, Christian, it would mean so much to me having you both there.”
Lifting his head he looks to Jenn and then back to me.
“Okay, we’ll be there. Jenn’s sister Kris is coming into town for a few days to visit next week. Is it okay if she tags along?”
Clapping my hands and bouncing in the booth I reply, “Yes, of course, the more the merrier. I want this event to be huge. Not only are we opening the doors to the shop again, but finally the whole crew is back together. The girls and I have a lot of things planned. Please, bring as many people as you want.”
“Will do, should be a good time then,” he replies with a wink.
Feeling a bit more hopeful and anxious for the big day, the only thing left to make it perfect…Dault knowing who I really am.
Chapter 22
Four Days Later
“Okay peeps, time to seriously bust a move in this place. Tomorrow is the big day and there is still a lot to do,” I say standing in the middle of the reception area of Cursed Magic.
“Who the fuck died and put you in charge?” Cliff’s voice booms through the room.
“Shut up, asshat. I don’t see you stepping in and doing much of anything,” I reply with a smirk, my hands on my hips.
“Bend over, baby, and I’ll show you just what I can do,” he says with a wink.
“Fuck off, pal. That ass is all mine,” Steve spits out between clenched teeth.
Moving behind me, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in closer to his chest. Shaking my head, I roll my eyes at the pissing contest playing out before me. Steve knows very well that my ass is all his, Cliff just likes to push his buttons and sometimes he takes things a bit too far.
“Okay, tough guys, no one is messing with anyone’s ass. Ashley is right; there is still a lot to do before tomorrow afternoon. Where’s our mastermind, Etty, anyway? She’s the one that should be spouting off orders.”
“Last I saw she was still at the house in a staring match with Dault. Those two need to just fuck and get it over with,” Cliff barks with a laugh.
“Let them alone, Cliff. Etty is having a hard time with all of this, not to mention the stress over tomorrow’s re-opening,” Jo says stepping into the conversation.
“I’m not trying to be a dick, I’m just saying maybe if she gave him a little action. Ya know…maybe it could trigger a memory.”
“Shut up, Cliff,” I spout back at him with a look of disappointment.
I can’t imagine how shitty Etty must feel. It’s been a rough few days for her and still no memories coming back to Dault. If I had the magic answer, I sure as hell would be acting on it. I can only hope that tomorrow helps, even if just a little.
Stepping away from Steve, I push my way through the reception area and start to busy myself. I need a distraction and we sure as hell need to get this place in order.
Walking back to my room, I start to look around the walls that Steve and I have decorated with my art work. It’s hard to believe all of this is mine. Never in a million years could I have imagined that I’d be sitting back here in a chair at Cursed Magic. If only Cricket were here to see me, I’ve changed a lot since I met him all those years ago. I can only hope that he’d be proud of the artist I’ve become.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Steve’s voice says moving into the room.
Looking to him, I share a small smile.
“I was just looking around the room and got to thinking, I wish Cricket could see me now,” I reply as a tear falls from my eye.
“I know he’d be more than proud of you, Ashley. Look around these walls, all of this art is yours. Every last line of ink is something you’ve created on each of us. It’s astounding the way you came back from years of retirement and fell back into your chair like no time had lapsed at all.”
Moving toward the wall, he looks over each of the photos we hung. Pointing to the piece I inked to his leg, he turns to smile at me.
“This one right here, it’s my favorite, ya know. Not just because it’s mine, nope, it’s because you drew something that expresses so much about you and me. All of these others that you gave to the Cursed and Pink Crew, they’re incredible too but this one is the best by far.”
Moving to stand beside him, I take a closer look. This is my work, my art and my life. I know this is a gift and I’m so proud to be here with these other skilled men sharing our talents with the world.
Together, Linc, Jo, Cliff, Steve and I work our asses off around the shop for the rest of the day. By nightfall, Cursed Magic looks as good as new. Tables are set up within the reception area, the floors shining as if they were just put in and the grand re-opening sign is hung with pride. And each of the artist’s rooms is fully stocked with plenty of equipment and supplies. I think we are totally going to pull this off.
Standing together as a family, we look at the hard work we’ve put in over the past week. I’m excited, anxious, and filled with hope that our event will be a huge success. Finally the Cursed Crew is together as one and Cursed Magic is ready to open its doors.
“Why don’t we all head back to the house and chill for the rest of the night?” Linc suggests.
“Sounds good, babe. We can grab some pizza for dinner and just unwind,” Jo replies, wrapping her arms around Linc’s waist.
Looking to Steve, he nods his head and the rest of us agree to follow them over to the house. As tired as I’m sure we all are, it’ll be nice to kick back and just spend time with everyone. Hopefully by the time we get there, Etty and Dault will still be in one piece.
Steve and I pull up to the house before the others. Rather than waiting in the car, we decide to make our way in and get things ready for dinner. Walking through the front door, sounds of shouting pull from Etty’s side of the house.
“What the….” Steve remarks with a questionable tone.
“Shhh,” I respond. “Are they fighting?” I ask stepping in closer to the wall.
I feel like a Peeping Tom eavesdropping on their conversation.
“Maybe they didn’t hear us pull up. Should we go next door and let them know we’re here?” Steve asks.
“Umm, I don’t know…should we really interrupt them?”
“Well, I sure as hell wouldn’t want anyone hearing the two of us screaming at each other like that,” he remarks with wide eyes.
Stepping away from the wall and next to Steve, I run my hands up underneath his shirt. Pinching his nipple, I smile up through my long lashes.
“Ouch, what the hell was that for?” He asks grabbing at his chest.
“Haha, ‘cause you insinuated that we would fight…I don’t want to ever fight with you, unless it’s under the sheets,” I reply with a coy smirk and a wink.
“Fucking hell, Ashley, don’t you start that sexy shit. Wait until we get home. I doubt Linc and Jo would appreciate me screwing your brains out here in the living room.”
“Tease,” I remark moving closer to the wall.
Trying to listen, I don’t hear anything.
“What’s going on?” Steve asks.
Shrugging my shoulders, I place my ear against the wall.
“They’ve gone quiet. I’m heading over there to let them know we’re here.”
“Suit yourself, woman. I’m going to get napkins and plates out. Yell for me if you need back up.
Turning away from him I walk out the door and take a step toward Etty’s. Without a second thought, I push open the door to find a sight I wasn’t expecting.
Dault has Etty pinned down to the couch, their mouths connected as he devours her with his lips. The sound of my footsteps pulls them apart as they both turn to look at me, shock spread across my face.
“Shit, umm sorry guys. I err, umm shit.”
Etty pushes Dault off of her and moves to stand.
My face is flushed with embarrassment as I spin on my heels heading back towards the door.
“Ash, wait,” Etty calls rushing over to me.
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��Etty, I’m so sorry. Had I known he’d be on top of you like that…I’d never have opened the door without knocking.”
Shaking her head she looks to me, her blue hair tussled and her lips swollen.
“It’s fine, we were just talking and well…”
“No, more like she was shouting at me and I needed to simmer her down,” Dault chimes in.
“I was not shouting at you, I was talking…in a very loud voice.”
“Woman, you are incorrigible,” he responds, falling back down on the couch.
“Steve and I just got here. We heard you two from next door and I just wanted to warn you that everyone is coming back here for something to eat.”
“It’s fine, Ash, really it’s all good,” she states looking over to Dault. “We were just finishing up here anyway.”
Pushing past me, she makes her way to the door, slamming it behind her.
“She’s going to be the death of me. That woman gets under my skin.”
Smiling back at him, I move over to the couch.
“She loves you, Dault. All she wants is for you to remember who she was to you. That’s all.”
“That’s all,” he says looking to me with wide eyes. “Believe me, I want to remember her…what we had. I’m fucking attracted as hell to her, but that’s not enough. She wants something I can’t give to her right now and it’s frustrating as hell. If I could catch a glimpse of our life before and remember just the smallest thing, I’d be ecstatic, but I can’t. She’s not willing to try with me until I remember. What if I never remember who we were before?”
Watching as he lets his head fall into his hands, I wish I had the answers that would bring them hope.
“I’m not sure what to tell either of you, to be honest. I think she was hoping something would have triggered your memory by now. We all keep telling her to give you time, the moment will happen when you see, hear, or smell something that reminds you of her. Until then…we wait.”
“She doesn’t want to wait. I’ve been trying. Every fucking night I fall asleep picturing her in my mind, willing myself to see something…and I come up empty every God damn time. I’m afraid if something doesn’t happen soon, she’s going to walk away from me for good.”