I moved to the door and looked through the peephole, then turned back to Ashlyn. “It’s Austin and Ben.” After opening the door, I shook both of their hands, then they stepped into the living room and both gave Ashlyn a hug.
“How’s things?” Austin asked, turning to me and giving me the once over. Since I had come home from hospital, one of them would visit every day, even if it was for five minutes. Tomorrow they were due to fly back to Monroe.
“I’m feeling good. I have a pretty good nurse looking after me,” I replied and shot a wink at Ashlyn.
“They got Lachlan,” Ben stated in his low, deep rumble, deciding to say what they came to say. “Picked him up about thirty minutes ago trying to board a plane back to Sydney. That fucker is in custody, and is looking at serving some serious time for attempted murder.”
Ashlyn’s gasp rang through the apartment, and she grabbed the back of the couch to steady herself. “So, he will never . . .”
“He will never get near you or Josh again, Ducky,” Austin said softly, offering his sister everything she wanted to hear.
“It’s been screwing with my head that he has been out there. I kept having these thoughts of him coming here or sneaking in while we were sleeping, or even getting you two,” she said, her gaze jumping from Austin to Ben.
“Sweetheart, do you really think he’d get anywhere near my alphaness?” Ben asked, and shot Ashlyn a wink.
What the fuck was alphaness? Ashlyn burst into a fit of giggles while Austin and I looked on completely in the dark.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Austin and Ben stayed for half an hour before announcing that they were heading back to Monroe that night instead of early the next morning. Ashlyn’s mood changed, and her eyes glistened with tears as she said goodbye to her brother and his best friend.
“You’ll see me before you know it, Ducky, but for now we have to head back to Monroe. There are criminals to catch, chicks to lay, and shit to mess up.” Austin smirked, and received a slap on the chest by Ashlyn. “Take care of this one, Josh.”
“You have my word.”
That night we both slept without a care in the world. I didn’t feel Ashlyn jump once in her sleep, and I didn’t have the need to get out of bed and check the apartment. Finally, it seemed like it was only Ashlyn and I in this relationship, and there wasn’t the tormenting shadow of Lachlan hanging over us. It felt fucking fantastic.
Ashlyn danced around the kitchen in just my shirt, her hair piled on the top of her head, and she clearly had no clue I was watching. A month had passed, and things were abso-fucking-lutely perfect. I didn’t think there was anything could make life better. I had my girl, work was going well, we were looking at a place to buy in Lilac Cove, and we were getting ready to celebrate Ky and Eden’s wedding in just over a week.
The incident, as we were now referring to it, had pushed us closer than ever. For the first two weeks, Ashlyn and I were never out of each other’s sight. I worked from home, and if I needed to go to the office, she would come with me. She watched me like a hawk, and refused to let me do anything she considered strenuous. I got to see the bossy side of Ashlyn Hart, and I didn’t think there’d be anything she could do to make me love her more. Well, that was until I walked in to find her ass on display like it was now.
“Ashy, shake that little ass over here.”
She jumped at the sound of my voice and whipped around quickly to face me. “How long have you been standing there?” She cocked a brow and rested her hands on her hips.
“Long enough to get a hard on and develop a need to sink into you.” I placed my keys and phone on the bench and stepped into the kitchen.
“You want this?” she asked, twirling around and lifting the shirt up over her thighs, stopping just under her tits. “Sit down on that chair.”
My interest piqued, and I immediately followed her orders.
“It’s been so long since I’ve touched you,” she whispered seductively, her heated gaze falling to mine.
“Too fucking long,” I said with a groan.
“I’ve been a really bad girlfriend,” she whispered huskily as she circled the chair. “I haven’t given my guy what I should have given him long ago. The one thing I have wondered about for a long time. Could I be the first girl to make you come with my mouth?”
Holy shit.
Ashlyn lifted her leg and straddled my thighs, then slowly lowered herself onto my lap. With a featherlike touch, she traced my needy lips, while her gaze never broke from mine.
“I want you to lose yourself.” Her lips fell to my jaw, and her tongue traced a line to my ear in a soft, excruciatingly-seductive move. “But you aren’t allowed to touch me.”
“That’s not possible.” I sighed as her teeth softly grated against my neck.
“You touch me, and I stop.”
Her lips caressed my neck, while her hands traveled down my chest and reached for my belt buckle. She worked feverishly until cool air hit my heated skin. Her hand disappeared inside my pants and boxers, then snaked around and gripped hold of my now-throbbing cock. My head flew back under her tight grasp, and I cursed as she began slowly stroking me.
“Harder,” I pled for relief, and tried with all my strength to not touch her. With ferocious strokes, she worked my cock, only relenting to swirl my pre-come on the head.
As my stomach tightened and I felt the first signs of impending release, she stepped over my lap and dropped to her knees.
Seeing her on her knees, with her hand on my cock, was the best fucking sight in the world. My eyes found hers, and green pits of hot, lustful desire stared back at me. I licked my lips at the smirk she offered, and my cock throbbed in her hand.
She removed her hand, and I groaned in frustration at the loss of pressure and sensation that roared through me. Fuck me, I needed to come. My groan of torture caused her head to snap up and look at me. She was a vision of complete seduction, tempting and tormenting me in the process. She gripped the sides of my pants and tugged them over my hips, and my cock sprang to life.
The moment her lips hit the throbbing head, a satisfied growl climbed from deep within my chest. With slow, merciless strokes, her tongue licked and caressed my length, ending with a swirl on the head and lapping up the pre-come. She surged forward and took me completely into her hot, willing mouth. With a scrape of her teeth along my shaft, she moved frantically. She sucked, licked, and teased my cock with those delicious lips, before pulling my balls deep into the heat of her mouth. Fuck, I wanted to touch her, to pull her nipples into my mouth, and to play with her pussy, but I wouldn’t take the risk of her stopping this. With a pop of her lips, she released my heavy balls and went back my cock. Her mouth accepted my full length with an eagerness I couldn’t imagine possible.
“Look at me,” I demanded hoarsely.
The way her lips glistened with my pre-release was pure fantasy, and I swear I could have come on that sight alone.
“You are fucking perfection,” I said, my voice hoarse and needy.
Ashlyn smiled and shook her head slightly, dismissing my praise. “I don’t deserve those accolades yet. Now, can I please get back to giving you perfection?”
How the fuck had I gotten so lucky?
With one final scrape of her teeth, I felt myself soaring to new heights. The moment she swallowed and her throat constricted around my length, I felt the tightening in my stomach and heat climb through my body. The familiar feeling I experienced when I knew I was going to come overcame me, and it was definitely a feeling I had never experienced when a woman was giving me head. She unleashed everything she had on me. Her teeth, lips, and tongue worked their magic in perfect sync, like a melody so beautifully written the notes stayed in one’s heart forever. The sense of tightness overwhelmed me.