Once he had the blouse open, he slid his hand up her back and unhooked her bra. Her tits were big and heavy, and they fell out with a bounce as he pulled the unhooked bra up. He watched her eyes widen as he pinched and pulled harder on her nipples. Scarlet colored her cheeks and she was gasping for breath as she watched him.
“You like that?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Tell me.”
“I like it, sir.” He pinched one of her nipples, hard. She cried out but at the same time rubbed herself harder back against him.
“Hmm, you like it rough, huh?”
“Oh yes, sir.” Ash kept molesting her nipple with one hand and let the other one travel down across her belly and into the front of her skirt. He felt the satin panties that he was sure cost her daddy at least a hundred bucks, and for some reason the desire to rip them off her was suddenly strong. He took his hand out of the skirt, pulled the garment to the tops of her thighs, and shoved his fingers into the side of her panties, near the soaked crotch. He made a fist and pulled, tearing the panties off her as she gasped. The look in her eyes was pure lust, though, as she kept watching him in the mirror and grinding her ass against him. His fingers began to delve in her now uncovered pussy. It was drenched, and she moaned as he slid them up and down the slit, gradually increasing the pressure and finally taking her clit between his thumb and forefinger and pinching down on it. She cried out and he did it again before inching his fingers down and pushing her legs open with his thigh so they could see her pussy in the mirror...and his fingers diving into it. She almost screamed when they entered her. If he hadn’t been holding her up, her body would have probably slid to the floor. He could feel that he was holding up all of her weight and while he fingered her, he lifted her slightly and carried her over to the bed.
“Kneel on it,” he told her. She bent her knees and he never took his fingers out of her as she inched up on the bed. It only took a few seconds longer of his fingers going in and out of her and rubbing into her clit before she came, again, loudly and almost screaming. Her weight tipped forward and he kept rubbing her, not releasing pressure until he felt her relax. When she did, he lowered her to the bed in a heap and said, “Take the rest of those clothes off.”
He could see her hands and legs both shaking, almost violently, as she struggled to get the loosened clothes off her body. Once she was completely naked he said, “Fix me a drink.”
She smiled and said, “What would you like?”
“A whiskey and Coke.” He sat down on the bed and as she turned toward the minibar he reached out and slapped her ass...hard...making her squeal. The dark pink mark on her ass from his hand sent a thrill through him and he reached down and ran his hand over his raging hard cock. It was still covered, but he wasn’t ready to get naked just yet. He watched her fix his drink and before she turned away from the bar he said, “Fix yourself one too.”
“Yes sir.” She poured herself a glass of wine and then carried both drinks back over to him, big, heavy tits swaying back and forth as she did. She held out the drink toward him, but he didn’t take it. Instead he put both of his big hands on her ass, gripped it tightly, and pulled her in between his legs. With his eyes on her face, he put his lips on the glass and she tipped it up, giving him a drink of the sweet, whiskey-infused Coke. He pulled back when he was finished and said:
“Drink yours.” He continued to grope and squeeze her ass while she drank her wine. Her tits were practically in his face and after a few seconds he said, “Don’t drink it all, pour the rest on your nipples.”
He let her stand back slightly and he watched as the liquid dripped down the front of her body. She shivered and then whimpered when he pulled her forward again and began to lick the wine off her tits. He licked and sucked and enjoyed the taste of it on her fragrant skin until it had all been licked off her tits. Then pushing her back, he stood up, took the glasses out of her hands, and said, “Lie down on your back.” She lay down on the bed and Ash turned both glasses over, pouring what was left in both all over her belly and watching as it rolled down toward her pussy. After setting the glasses down he once again moved her legs open and then he dropped to his knees between them and let his tongue feast on the mixture of alcohol, sugary soda, and sweet pussy. Stephanie moaned, groaned, whimpered, and almost sounded like she was sobbing at one point, right before she came again.
He didn’t wait for her to stop shaking or coming this time. He stood up and dropped his pants and underwear and then using just one hand, he flipped her over. Still with the dress shirt and untied tie on, and his pants around his ankles above the expensive shoes he hadn’t worn in five years, he took his throbbing cock in his hand and slapped it against her ass. She pulled up almost into a fetal position, face down, ass up, and rubbed back against him as he slapped her with it over and over until he felt like he was going to explode. Taking his cock into his right hand, he reached under her with his left and wrapped it around one of her breasts. While he kneaded that mound of flesh, he stroked his cock, letting the tip of it press against her pussy, but not entering her. She kept pushing back, trying to catch him and finally he slapped her butt cheek, making her cry out. “Be still,” he told her. For a while she managed to stay still while he stroked, getting closer and closer to his climax. When she started moving again, he slapped her ass again and then let that same hand slide down between her legs, and he started playing with her pussy while his fist worked his cock up and down and back and forth. He waited until he was right on the verge of exploding before telling her, “Get up.”
While she struggled to stand upright on her shaking legs, Ash stripped off the rest of his clothes. He took out his wallet, found a condom, and she watched with wide, blue eyes as he slipped it on over his thick cock. He looked toward the balcony doors and saw that it had gotten full dark out by that time. Smiling he said, “On the balcony.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I want to fuck you...on the balcony.”
He waited, seeing if she was going to refuse...but she didn’t. She didn’t even think about it that long before finally, naked and jiggling all over, she walked to the balcony doors and opened them. Ash smiled as he followed her. If he had a fetish, it was fucking outside. He loved it...loved the feeling of the cool night air on his skin...and probably a little of the excitement and fear of getting caught. He guided her so that her back was against the railing and then he squatted down, took his cock in his hand and found her slit. Once he was pressed against her opening he put his hands around behind her, lifted her slightly and then sat her down on his cock. They both groaned as he held onto her tightly and started fucking her. He fucked her fast and hard and it didn’t take long until he came...hard. It was the stress release he needed and suddenly he was exhausted. When they got back into the room she said:
“Did I please you, sir?”
“That was fucking amazing,” he told her. “Thank you, Stephanie. Do you have a ride home?”
Suddenly the subservient little woman was gone and in its place was the princess Daddy raised, the one that was used to being treated like she was special. “Seriously? You’re kicking me out?”
“It’s not like that, but I have a long trip tomorrow and have to get up early, so I need to get some sleep. I can call a cab or an Uber for you...”
She was already gathering her clothes. “Fuck you,” she said.
“Sir,” he said with a grin. Luckily for his head, the closest thing within her reach was the remote control. That hurt badly enough as it bounced off the side of his head. Knowing he had it coming, Ash simply rubbed his temple and sat down on the side of the bed. Once she was dressed, sans the torn panties that she’d shoved in her purse, he said, “I’m sorry I upset you, Stephanie.”
His answer was her middle finger as she went out the door. He collapsed back on the bed and closed his eyes and after a few seconds, Stephanie was being moved to the corners of his memory and thoughts of her were completely replaced by a long, hot dr
eam in which Mackenzie was the star. It was so good that he almost threw the ringing phone against the wall several hours later, especially since he didn’t recognize the number. It was a New York area code, though, and thinking maybe it had something to do with his father, he finally answered it.
“Yeah?” He growled into the phone.
“Ash, it’s Mack.”
“How the fuck did you get my number?”
“I got it from your father’s CEO; he and I are friends and he has access to your father’s emails. I need to talk to you, please.”
“About?” He tried to sound bored and indifferent, but suddenly there was nothing inside of his body that wasn’t quivering...damn her.
“Your sister. It’s important, Ash; please meet with me before you leave town, if you haven’t already.”
“Starbucks on Columbus in half an hour. Don’t be late, I won’t have much time.” He hoped that she couldn’t hear in his voice how nervous he felt inside of his body and in his head. He couldn’t believe she still did this to him after everything...after five long years.
“I’ll be there,” she said. Ash ended the call, curious about what Mack had to say...and sadly excited about seeing her one last time before he left New York and headed home.
4
Mack was early, on purpose. She was going to be nervous enough sitting at the table, but she didn’t trust herself to walk into the coffee shop, while Ash watched her, and not give in to her shaking knees. She had gone over in her head what she was going to say a thousand times since the night before, and she’d also told herself at least a thousand times that she wasn’t doing this just because she had to see him one more time. Of course, inasmuch as her heart ached for Charlie and she worried about her welfare, she couldn’t deny that she was more than thrilled to spend even another minute looking at Ash. He’d filled out since she saw him last. He was broader in the chest and shoulders, like he’d been doing a lot of working out. Or maybe just riding a Harley around everywhere did that do a man, she wasn’t sure. But damn...he had looked so good at the funeral that she felt like she needed to go to confession afterward for the sins she’d committed in her mind.
She ordered her coffee and found a table in the back and waited. She didn’t have to wait long...but she was going to have to change her underwear. When Ash walked into the little coffee shop, every female eye and maybe one or two male ones were on him. Gone was the suit and tie he’d worn so well the day before and in its place was a white t-shirt, a black leather jacket, tight, faded blue jeans, black boots, and black sunglasses. His hair looked mussed, like he’d just pulled off a hat or a helmet and he had stubble on his face that only yesterday had looked freshly shaved. As his long legs carried him toward her, her eyes couldn’t help but take in the colorful tattoos that decorated both of his arms. He hadn’t had a single tattoo when he left New York and now his hard body seemed to be a palette for colored ink. She was surprised at just how much that turned her on.
He stopped in front of the table where she sat, and she could see “Ash” stitched into his vest on one side and a patch sewn on the other that said “Enforcer” and had an emblem of a skull. Above that it said “Westside Chapter.” “Hi,” she croaked out of her dry throat. He still hadn’t taken off his glasses and she couldn’t see his eyes, so her eyes went to his lips. They were outlined in the dark blond stubble, as plump and delicious-looking as she remembered them. She caught herself about to lick her lips just before he pulled off the glasses and dropped down into the chair across from her. His eyes were bloodshot, and she wondered if he’d been up all night, grieving his father. Or maybe he’d gotten drunk the night before. Or maybe he’d been up all night doing something else...something she didn’t even want to imagine.
“What’s up?” he said, brusquely.
“You want coffee?”
“Nope.”
She took a deep breath. He wasn’t about to make this easy on her. “I’m worried about Charlie,” she said.
He stared at her for a long time, like he was waiting for her to go on. Finally, he said, “Why?”
“I don’t think she’s dealing with your father’s death well...”
“What do you know about it? I mean, what makes you an expert on my little sister or how she’s dealing with anything?”
“Wow, okay.” She swallowed hard, trying to get past the lump in her throat and said, “I’m not an expert by any means, but I saw her yesterday and she was a mess.”
He snorted and said, “I saw her yesterday too without a tear in her eyes...looking as freshly coiffed as her mother.”
“I get that you’re still pissed at me, Ash...”
“Pissed? No, Mack, I’m not pissed. What happened between you and me five years ago has such an insignificant place in my life now that I don’t waste any emotion on it. So, don’t flatter yourself. What I am is curious about why you think you know my sister so well. Have you and Allison become friends?”
Mack frowned. “Hardly. Allison barely speaks to me. I worked for your dad, Ash, did he tell you?”
That caught him off guard and for the first time, emotion did cross his face. It was hurt, or betrayal maybe. “You worked for him? What happened to that new job you got right before you threw the rest of your life away? Wasn’t all you thought it would be? Shame.”
She had to take another breath and clear her throat. “I only stayed there for a year. When I was let go...”
“Let go?” He looked like he might smile. He really did hate her. “He fired you? I guess fucking the boss isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, huh?”
“This was a mistake,” Mack said, standing up. “I’m sorry I bothered you.” Ash didn’t flinch as she left her full coffee on the table and walked out. She could feel the tears welling up and she willed them away as she walked up Church Street on the way to the parking garage. She was almost there when she heard the sound of his voice calling her name. She stopped and almost reluctantly turned toward him. She stood and waited until he caught up and he said:
“Okay, maybe I’m still pissed. I had no idea you were working for Dad. I feel a little betrayed by that.” She opened her mouth and he held up his palm and said, “I really don’t want to hear about any of that. Tell me why you’re worried about Charlie.”
“You know that Allison is not the most attentive mother. When your dad was alive, Charlie spent a lot of time with him at the office when she wasn’t at school. He was teaching her about the business from the ground up and although I don’t think she had much real interest in it, she loved spending time with him. They were even closer than you and he were...and yesterday I found her curled up in a window seat in the main house, crying her eyes out. When I tried to comfort her, she got angry...understandably.”
“Why is it understandable for her to be angry with you?”
She laughed, “Because she blames me, Ash. She says it’s my fault that you left your family...and she’s right.” He was silent before saying:
“I’ll talk to her.” She hated herself for it, but she had hoped that he would tell her it wasn’t her fault, even though she knew it was...mostly. “Is that it?”
This was her chance. Five years too late...but it was finally her chance to tell him the truth about why she didn’t show up for their wedding. She had thought about how she’d do that for so long, and in her imagination, he took it differently almost every time. Sometimes he told her he hated her and never wanted to see her, or even hear her name again. Sometimes...when she was feeling particularly lonely...she would imagine it the opposite. He’d take her in his arms and tell her that his life had been nothing but empty without her. She knew that was a stretch, but hey, that’s what dreams were for. She opened her mouth and didn’t know what she would say until she heard it come out.
“Yeah, that’s it. If there’s anything I can do...”
“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” he said, standing up.
“Okay...Asher...”
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“Ash. Are you okay? Are you happy out there in California?”
“Unbelievably,” he said. “It’s like that old Garth Brooks song, I’m thanking God for unanswered prayers.” Her heart ached. She felt like it was dying. “Thanks for the heads-up about Charlie. Take care.” She stood there with her mouth halfway open and her chest aching, and she watched him walk away down the street. She’d spent five years fantasizing that someday there might still be a chance for her and Ash, but it was time she accepted the truth. She’d had one chance...and she blew it.
* * *
Ash had to think about every step he took. He felt like his legs weighed half a ton each as he walked down the sidewalk. They were fighting him, trying to turn and go back the other way. But his head, and his broken heart, pushed them forward. He stepped in time to the mantra in his head... “Five years and you’re fine. You don’t need her. Five years and you’re fine. You don’t need her. Five years...” A couple of times before he finally reached the spot where he’d parked the Harley, he had to remind himself to breathe. He fucking hated that she could still do this to him after all these years. He fucking hated that he wanted her so badly.
He got on the Harley and slipped on his helmet and stared back towards the coffee shop. He was already looking for another glimpse of her, and he hated that too. He started the mantra over in his head again, and the Harley too, and he pulled out into the thick New York traffic and headed the bike toward the family estate. It was a place that he’d be happy to never visit again, but Charlie needed him, and he’d already let her down for far too long. He was going to be there for her now, whether she wanted him to be or not.
It took him about half an hour to get to the house and on his way, he went over in his head what he would say to her...and reminded himself at least a dozen times to call her “Charlotte,” and not Charlie. When he got to the locked front gates, he turned off the loud motorcycle, pressed the button, and waited. “Can I help you?” The voice was male and unfamiliar.
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