“You and me, Ashy,” he said with a growl against my neck as his teeth nipped at my skin.
“You called Austin,” I mumbled as his hands slid up my skirt until it was bunched around my waist.
“Yep.”
“We need to talk about that, but first I need you to either fuck me here or put me down so I can go back to my apartment to find my vibrator, because hearing that about you and then coming here and seeing you with your shirt off and fuckable hair has made me desperate. Tonight you claim me, Josh. You claim me so no other man gets me.”
He pulled his face away from the confines of my neck and stared at me in wonderment. “What are you saying?”
“Make me yours.”
I hadn’t even finished talking before his hand slipped into my panties. My head slammed back while his remaining hand held me in place. I could hear how wet I was with every intense stroke of his finger, and that sound alone caused my body to shake with excitement. My lips came back to his and I let him devour me. When Josh took control, I knew he would take me to a place of no return.
“Always so wet.” With one swift movement, Josh thrust his cock deep inside of me, and I cried out his name as fireworks were set off within my body. “You’re mine, Ashy. Always have been, and always will be.”
We were frantic. He pumped into me like his life depended on it, and my body met every one of his movements. Our lips hovered near one another, his breath becoming mine, and my pants becoming his. This was pure lustful fucking. There was no romance, no gentleness, and no sweetness to this. This kind of fucking would leave me aching for days. My skin would be peppered with bite marks, and my lips would be bruised. I could not wait to spend the next few days reliving this moment. My core clenched around his cock and the animal-like growl that fired up his throat encouraged the lioness within me.
“You keep clenching my cock like that and I’m coming inside your pussy.”
No man had ever come inside of me, and the thought of Josh being the first sent me into an uncontrollable spin. It would be the first step in giving him my complete trust; something I knew he deserved.
I moved my lips to his ear and, with broken breath, whispered, “First man to fuck me, and now the first man to come inside of me. Claim me, Josh. Mark me forever.”
There was nothing in the world that turned me on more than seeing Josh’s eyes turn dark and intense with need. My words were exactly what he wanted to hear, and his body reacted immediately. All I cared about was Josh, and living in the here and now. His name fell from my lips in pure ecstasy as I begged him to go harder and deeper. He never disappointed. My body clenched around him as a billion stars fired behind my eyes. I came undone with a scream of his name and, within seconds, his face was buried in my neck as he spilled all of him deep within me.
He retreated from my neck, and soon our foreheads rested together while our breathing collided into a perfect melody.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he whispered so delicately that my already-screaming heart thundered in extra delight within my chest. We moved as one through the apartment, my quivering legs wrapped tightly around his hips. He was still planted deep inside of me, so with every step he took, my body felt like I was headed for another life-altering orgasm. My eyes never left his, and the contentment that gazed back at me cemented the reality of what we had just done. His eyes fired possession, ownership, and commitment, and there was nothing I wanted to see more.
Gently, he lowered me onto his bed. When he pulled out, I felt the loss immediately. He stood beside the bed and allowed his eyes to roam over me. I had never felt so wanted in my life. I inhaled sharply as his fingertips grazed my hip and unzipped my skirt, then he pulled it over my thighs, along with my panties. His stare landed between my thighs, and a searing heat shot through me.
“I can see myself spilling out of you, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he said in a low, growl-like voice. Tonight he had claimed me like a king choosing a virgin to warm his bed.
I watched eagerly as he leaned over, and in one torturously slow movement, slid a finger through my pussy. I shivered under the sensation, and gasped loudly into the still air. He lifted his finger, which was covered in his own release, to my mouth, and placed it between my lips. I sucked it with enthusiasm, while his eyes locked with mine. As I swirled my tongue around his finger, his eyes closed, and I felt my chest swell with pride.
“You have ruined me, Ashlyn Hart. Absolutely ruined me.” He groaned as I released his finger. “I’ll go grab a cloth.”
He disappeared into his bathroom and returned with a warm cloth, then proceeded to clean my still-sensitive sex, before pulling a pair of his sweats up my legs and dressing me in one of his tees.
“Are you spending the night?” he whispered, climbing on the bed beside me and rolling to his side to face me.
Gazing back at him, I took a moment to enjoy his features through sleepy eyes. He was a stunning man. He had eyes so dark I felt like I was looking at melted chocolate, yet so expressive that they told you everything he was thinking, with a perfectly pink set of lips, and a strong jaw line that looked like it had been chiseled by the gods. He was almost too handsome.
“Yep.”
“You are what I want, Ashy, and I know I’m what you want. I feel it in the lightness of your touch. I see it in the intimacy of your gaze, and I taste it in the sweetness of your kiss. My role as a man is to give my woman what she has always wanted. I will give you your happily-ever-after, Ashy, and it will be my greatest accomplishment. Your bruises and hurt are mine to heal, and I will protect you for the rest of my life. You have my word. You’re mine, Ashy, and what’s mine is mine forever.”
God damn it, he was going to make me die from swoon overload.
The last twenty-four hours were my eye-opener, and it made me realize that one moment can open your eyes to exactly what you had been too blind to see. It was my first step to a new beginning. Today it was my time to take the reins and show him and the world that I was indeed his.
I walked down the hall of Beats and Bangs with an extra swing of determination in my step. I felt good. I felt confident. I was ready for this, whatever the hell it would mean, and if there was fall out, I’d face that too. We would face it. Together.
“I need to talk to you,” I announced, walking into Ky’s office with a sense of purpose, not bothering to knock. I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath before I turned to face him.
Ky looked up from his laptop in shock at my intrusion, and his eyes narrowed in worry. “What’s wrong?”
“I can talk to you about anything, right?” I asked as I took a seat in the visitor’s seat opposite him, then placed my phone on the top of the desk and my bag on the floor.
“Of course,” he replied immediately and closed his laptop. Then he took the phone of the hook so we wouldn’t be interrupted. Seriously, could he be a better best friend?
I took a deep breath and sorted through my options. Ky sat behind his desk, his complete attention on me, and suddenly I felt like I was in the principal’s office, waiting to admit my misdemeanors. How was I meant to say this? I tapped my nails on the desk as I tried to formulate the words that wouldn’t leave him ripping his hair out and potentially flipping his desk.
Your brother is the best lay of my life and he has ruined me.