“Okay,” I said. “If you need to talk, just let me know.”
Her smile was wide. “I will.”
When she leaned up to kiss me again, it was only a few seconds before my cock was rock hard. Any day, anytime, I would be hard for her. Sometimes it took as little as a look. Sometimes just a thought passing through my mind. God, I always wanted her.
Her fingers laced through mine, and she brought them up to press my hands onto her tits. I took the direction with pleasure, kneading and caressing the wet globes beneath my fingers. She had the most perfect, roundest tits. The weight of them in my palms makes my cock twitch.
Her mouth moved skillfully against mine, and I deepened the kiss by parting her lips and letting my tongue slide through. She moaned into my mouth, and I squeezed one hand, then dropped the other between her legs. She batted me off.
“No,” she said. She flicked her gaze up to me, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “I want to taste you.”
A shiver coursed through me like a lightning bolt. I craned my head to watch as those perfect, pillowy lips traced a path down my chest, my stomach, and then kissed my thighs as she kneeled between my legs. She looked up at me, eyes full of dark lust, and I had to suck on my lip to keep from groaning.
She weighed me in her hands, sliding her hands along the length with reverence. She looked at my cock like it was the most perfect thing in the world, and my ego loved her for it. Not that I’d ever been self-conscious; I knew I was better endowed than most. She knew it too, which was why she took her time enjoying it. I could tell how much she loved it, and it made me hot as hell for her.
Rather than taking me into her mouth right away, she began to press light kisses along my length. Droplets of water sprayed me in time with her caresses, and it felt like she was kissing my whole body. I put a hand on the wall for support, unable to trust my knees to hold me when she finally took me in.
Her kisses ended at my bulging tip, and the sight of her with her lips pressed to it, looking up at me as if for permission, nearly made me cum right then. She had barely touched me, and I was undone. Only Sasha could do this to me.
She opened her mouth, and a low moan escaped my lips. While she’d started slow, Sasha wasted no time in getting down to business. She began to work my length with her lips and tongue, keeping a firm suction the whole time. The contrast between that and what came before was so staggering that I let out a gasp, knees quaking. Fuck, her mouth felt good. Warm, wet silk. And all mine.
She massaged my balls as she sucked, sending me into a dizzying spiral of pleasure. The whole world narrowed down to her and me and this tub, and I could barely breathe. But it was in a good way. It was like I was afraid that new oxygen in my lungs would somehow change the playground, but it didn’t.
Each stroke with her mouth sent me further and further toward climax, and my body ached for it. My balls, taut against my body, begged for release. And she was going to bring me there.
Sasha looked up at me again, eyes so innocent yet so tempting that I lost it. “I’m cumming,” I warned.
She worked faster, taking as much of me as she could. My body seized, and I spilled right down her throat. Each pulse was heaven. And she was a goddamn angel.
The world around me came back into focus; water pounding on my chest, the hot steam rising around us, the cool tile against my palm. Sasha stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing a long, sensuous kiss to the highest spot on my jaw she could reach.
“I’m starting to turn into a raisin,” she said.
I chuckled. “Me too. Let’s get out of here.”
After the water was off, we each took a towel and walked back into the bedroom as we dried ourselves. Sasha’s room was quite small but had a nice window seat that looked out over the street below. The furnishings were sparse, but a large bookshelf took up almost an entire wall. I wasn’t much of a reader, but I had an appreciation for a good book. I loved that Sasha read. One of the many things I loved about her.
“So what happens now?” Sasha asked me, sitting down on the bed. She tied her hair up into a bun and relaxed back against the headboard. I sat down next to her, my towel lazily half open. I could think of a few things we could do next, but I knew what she meant.
“I think we should find out what happened to everyone. I’m curious to see, in particular, how they’re going to handle Asa.”
She nodded. “Me too.”
I took her hand in mine. “Then we can do anything. We’ll get your mom’s surgery, first of all.”
She nodded again, swiveling her head to look at me. “With you and me?”
“We’ve got a couple things to sort out before we talk about you and me,” I said, though it pained me to do so.
She leaned her head against my shoulder, breathing a soft sigh against my skin. And we stayed like that for a long time, until I was sure she’d fallen asleep. I reached out and brushed my knuckles across her face to check, and she stuck her tongue out at me.
“I’m not asleep,” she said, sensing my train of thought.
“You’re so quiet,” I said with a chuckle.
“Just thinking.”
“About what?”
She turned to look up at me, and when I glanced down, I wrinkled my nose at the sight of the angry cut on her arm from Asa. She reached up and turned my head back so that our eyes were forced to meet. “Don’t look at the gross cut. Look at me.”
I did as she said, holding her gaze. Her lips curved into a small smile, and she lifted them toward me. I took the kiss as I had all her others—gladly.
Sasha began to slowly drift over me, covering my body with hers one limb at a time. By the time she was fully straddling me, our mouths had turned the kiss into a heated debate of lips and tongues. My cock was already rising to the occasion. And her towel was completely gone.
Her naked body rose before me like a serpentine goddess, arching and bending with each touch of my hands on her back, tracing up and down her spine. She curved into me and then pulled back, then curved again. The motion rocked slowly against my hardening cock, rubbing me between our two bodies.
She was truly insatiable tonight. I wondered whether it was the danger from earlier or something else. I was always ready for a good fuck after a fight. It was the first thing I wanted after pummeling someone’s face into the ground. She hadn’t done much fighting in terms of hand-to-hand combat, but I knew she’d been sassy as hell the whole time.
Her hand slipped between us and parted the rest of my towel, opening me up to her. Lovingly, she pressed kisses all over my chest, arms, and neck, seeking every part of my skin to taste. I liked seeing her lavish me like that, so I leaned back and let her. She looked divine. When she rose back to kiss my lips, a slight nudge of her leg sent her sinking down onto my cock in one clean stroke.
I sighed and jerked up instinctively, making sure our bodies were fully connected. She was so wet that I just slipped right in and it felt absolutely divine. There was no better feeling in the whole damn world.
Her breath was hot against my cheek as she began to ride me, angling her body over mine and holding on tight. I helped her by grabbing the globes of her ass and lifting with each thrust, pulling us both apart and back together. Her moans were so soft that I might have missed them if they weren’t pressed to my ear. And damn, would that have been a shame.
“You feel so good baby,” I praised. “So fucking good.”
She moaned louder, bouncing on me with an athleticism I didn’t know she had. She was full of delightful little surprises.
Even though I’d just cum, I was nearly ready to burst again. Something about her just had me at the peak of arousal as soon as I was in her. But I held off, wanting to see the pure pleasure on her face as she exploded. She wanted me to see it too, arching back so her face and tits were on full display to me as she bounced. I began to slam up harder, deeper, urging along the look of pleasure on her face until it was something more. Something primal.
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sp; She cried out as I slammed again, then I felt her pulse on the second slam. She fell forward against me, body trembling as I continued to merge our bodies together. I finally let go, practically roaring as I filled her.
Afterward, we were two sweaty, heaving bodies, locked in an embrace. I could have stayed like that forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Sasha
Zane left to make some calls in the morning, and when he came back, he told me Asa had been committed. What was more surprising was that she had committed herself. Since I hadn’t pressed charges on her—yet—I doubted they would have had enough on her to keep her incarcerated, let alone sent to a mental hospital. But she’d surprised us all and decided to get professional help.
That knowledge, strange as it was, helped me come to terms a little bit more with the attack. I felt more at peace with it because it had clearly been the wake-up call that Asa needed. That was what I suspected, anyway. In truth, who knew what had been the straw on the camel’s back with her? What had finally sent her to rock bottom?
“Can we go visit her?” I asked.
Zane frowned at me. “She tried to stab you in the neck.”
I nodded. “I know, but I want to go see her.” I shrugged. “She must be very lonely. I think it would be good for her to know that there are people out there who really want her to get better.”
I was still lying in bed, half turned over on my side to face the door. Zane had dressed to go outside to make his calls, but I was still comfortably naked. He eyed my body with admiration before his gaze landed on me. The admiration stayed.
“You’re another world and a million miles away, you know that?” he asked.
I snorted. “Another world and a million miles away from what?”
Zane joined me on the bed, scooping me into his arms and cradling me against his chest. “From her, from me, from everything I’ve ever known.”
“I’m right here,” I said. “Which is right beside you, less than a foot away. If I’ve got my distances right.”
He shook his head, nuzzling into my shoulder. His stubble scrubbed at my skin, and I let out a pleased murmur. He tightened his grip.
“We can go see her if you want to,” he said. “I’ll warn you, though—I’m not sure how well she’ll take the visit. I told her something yesterday that I think might have helped send her off the deep end.”
“What was that?” I asked.
“That the baby couldn’t possibly be mine. Because of my vasectomy.”
The words hit me a lot harder than I thought they would. I hadn’t realized, until now, how much I wanted to have kids with Zane. Not that vasectomies weren’t reversible, but surely if he’d had one so young it meant he didn’t want to have kids, right?
“Right,” I said, regaining composure. “She already knew that it wasn’t possible for her to be pregnant with your baby though. She just didn’t know you knew.”
“I guess.” He snuggled in closer to me. I was completely surrounded by his heat like he was the warmest and most comforting blanket money could buy.
Would a guy like Zane want kids? It felt too soon to be asking since I didn’t want to scare him off, but it was something I began to wonder in earnest. I had always wanted kids to some extent, but it hadn’t been something I’d thought about in relationships. On the contrary, it’s been a topic I had been keen to avoid. But now, with him… Well, there weren’t many topics I wanted to avoid. I wanted all of him, every single secret, lie, and worry. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him, but I wasn’t sure he did. I knew he cared about me, maybe even had strong feelings, but it seemed too good to be true to think that a man as perfect as him would be all-in for me at the same time as I was all-in for him.
We were quiet the whole drive to the care facility. It seemed nice enough from the outside, creamy white walls and a clean parking lot. The sliding glass doors whooshed open as we walked up, buffeting me with a blast of air.
There were several areas of the facility, and Zane had gotten the details from Niles as to which part Asa was in. He directed me there now, though we took a couple wrong turns on the way. I’d never actually been to a mental health facility, so I didn’t exactly know what to expect. It was quiet, though. Peaceful. It was the kind of place I could really see someone getting a good rest in, which was all I wanted for Asa.
A nurse led us to Asa’s door, going ahead of us to quietly inform Asa we were here. She didn’t immediately start screaming, which was a good enough sign for me that we were clear for entry. I hadn’t known what to expect from her either, especially after Zane’s warning.
Asa was seated in a chair by a small window that overlooked the garden out front. She was wearing plain blue linen scrubs, her hair tied back from her face. I’d never seen her without makeup before, but she wasn’t wearing any now. She still looked gorgeous, though her eyes had lost some of their ferocity. I wasn’t sure whether that was because of the lack of makeup or just because she’d hit rock bottom.
“Hey, Asa,” I greeted.
Zane was less than pleased about being there. I was grateful for him coming with me, but I wasn’t going to force him to interact with her more than he felt comfortable with.
“Hi.”
It wasn’t a welcoming hello, nor was it a “get the fuck out.” I decided I would take it.
There were a couple chairs by the wall, and I dragged them over to sit with her by the window. Zane hung back for a moment, but finally decided he would rather be beside me while I was with her then leave me alone.
“I’m really proud of you,” I said gently.
She frowned. “I don’t need your approval.” Her voice was like shards of glass. Perhaps the ferocity hadn’t vacated those eyes at all but was just taking a break.
Zane tensed beside me, and I tried to will him with my thoughts to calm down. What did he think would happen? I doubted she was going to try to attack me in here. She was here for a reason. Those days were behind her.
“Of course you don’t,” I agreed. “But I just wanted you to know that I’m on your side.”
She sniffed. “If you were really on my side, you wouldn't have stolen my boyfriend.”
It wasn’t going quite as well as I’d hoped, but I supposed it could be worse. She could have refused to see us. There was clearly something she wanted to say if she let us in here. I decided to wait for her to say it. She could have as much time as she needed.
Asa turned her head and looked back out the window. The sky was bright and cheerful outside, filling the small garden with morning light. A couple of the patients were tending to it with small shovels as their attendants watched on. I figured gardening was probably a pretty relaxing, zen pursuit. Not everyone was here because they needed to calm down, but for those who did I bet having a garden was a valuable resource. I wondered if Asa would take up gardening any time soon.
“The food here isn’t bad,” Asa said, eyes still directed toward the window. “It’s not as good as Graham’s though.” She turned back to us. “Did you know he cooked?”
Both Zane and I shook our heads. She turned away again. “He was a great cook. Every night he’d put something new in front of me, and it always tasted so damn good.” She laughed, but it was cold. “I used to belittle him for it.”
That didn’t surprise me at all, but here was no place for a snarky retort. I began to wonder just how many layers of pain this girl hid under all that anger and drama.
“He still kept cooking, even though I said awful, awful things.” Her gaze turned skyward as if talking to her ex-lover herself. “I never realized I was going to lose him one day. Never thought that I would lose the opportunity to fix the mistakes I’d made.”
“Asa.” I think Zane’s voice surprised all three of us. “He loved you. You didn’t need to make things right with him.”
“But I should have.” Her eyes were cold as they turned back to us. I don’t know why I expected tears from her. I bet she could summon them up i
n an instant if it served her purposes, but I doubt she ever cried beyond that.
“I’ve made so many mistakes in my life. So many. And I need to start atoning for them.” She smirked. “Do you like that word? Atone? It’s one I learned here. Atonement. Atoning. It’s my bread and fucking butter now.”
It was time for me to speak up again. Or try to, at least. “Asa, you don’t need to atone for anything right now,” I said. “For now you should just focus on getting better.”
She nodded, sighing. “Yeah, that’s what the doctors said. Basically those exact words. But I figured I can start small and work from there.”
I hoped she didn’t consider us on the small side of the atonement spectrum, but by the look on her face she did. I supposed she wasn’t ready yet to understand the full implications of her actions. I didn’t blame her for it. She had probably been stewing about Graham’s death, under all that facade, since the very day he died. It would take her some time to come to terms with what she did to us, with what she had tried to do. She tried to end my life and tried to chain up Zane for his.
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