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Ash.
If my heart could stop from the unexpected, it would’ve stopped right then and there. Just seeing her face, how tired she looked, made me upset. Ash should never be tired. She should be taken care of.
I said nothing, and before she had the chance to say anything, I grabbed her by the shoulders, perhaps a bit too forcefully—but I wasn’t known for my gentleness—and pulled her inside the house. With one arm wrapped around her, I used my other to close the door. She wore strange clothes, was a bit…stinky, but all in all, she was whole.
I leaned my cheek against her hair, breathing her in. Granted, I smelled the faintest traces of…was that death? But I didn’t care. I didn’t care, because she was here. She was here, and she was never going to leave me again.
Just as she started to lean into me, accept my embrace, I pushed her back against the door, digging my hips into hers as I grabbed her face and tilted it up. No words right now. No words were needed.
My lips crashed upon hers, and I kissed her with the fury of a man who was pissed, a man who was agitated. I wordlessly scolded her for making me worry all this time, the push and pull of her lips melding against mine as I took her by surprise. I felt something hard between us, something hanging near her stomach, but I paid no attention to it. I only needed her.
Ash. My Ash.
I had to get it through her thick skull that if she tried to pull another stunt like that, I’d bring out the chains again.
I was…mostly joking.
Not wanting to let her face go, I ran my teeth along her bottom lip, hearing her sigh into me. It was the best sound I’d ever heard, something I feared I would never hear again. Truth would come later. Right now I only cared that she was here, that I could touch her, that I could make her see just how crazy she’d driven me by running away.
“Tell me you’re not going to leave again,” I murmured against her lips, feeling myself getting harder by the second. This one…this one drove me crazy in a way no other girl ever could, ever did. No one in my past could ever hope to amount to her. “Tell me you’re not going to leave me.”
A stupid plea, something she’d never be able to answer, not really. It was selfish of me to even ask, and yet I did. I could not help myself when it came to her, and I was about to show her just how much of an animal she made me.
Though we were close, I could see the pinkness on her cheeks. There was a time and place to lose control, but this one made me urgently need to lose it, especially with her continued silence.
Still, she wasn’t pushing me away, wasn’t fighting me, so I was going to take that as a win, as a sign my precious Ash wanted the same thing I did, except flipped. I wanted her, and she wanted me. Besides, what better way to make her realize just how badly I’d needed her while she was gone?
“Travis,” she whispered my name, finally breaking her silence, my name a desperate prayer on her tongue.
I kissed her again as I released my hold on her head, drawing my hands down her body. Past the hoodie, past whatever hard object sat in its pocket, I stopped only when I reached her inner thighs, and as I brought my hands up, I found something soft and sheer beneath the hoodie, something flimsy—and she wore no underwear.
My mind was too crazed with lustful need to step back and ponder what that meant. Right now the only thought going through my mind was: one less obstacle. One less item of clothing to move to the side. I liked sex better when restraints were involved, but any intimate moments with Ash were better than none, and when it came to this girl, I knew when to take.
The truth? I’d waited too long to make her mine. I’d taken a step back from her after the incident in my room, watching and being there, playing the master manipulator, and now I’d circled back. Now I was here, in Sawyer’s house, trying to help get him clean because at the time I hadn’t realized just how much Sawyer meant to her. Now I was working with Declan, and even though most of my mind was on my throbbing cock, a part of me knew I would have to call him after this.
After.
Because now—now I was about to lay claim to the girl of the year herself. Ash.
Ash was mine, not fucking Ray Ruiz’s.
I broke our lip lock, trailing my mouth along her throat, kissing what I could above the hoodie’s neckline as I fumbled with myself. She heard me, felt me undoing my pants and pulling myself out, but she didn’t stop me. She didn’t tell me no. I knew Ash; if she didn’t want this, she would’ve spoken up. She wasn’t the kind of girl to keep quiet.
Her being silent was her begging. Her moans were her acceptance.
I lifted Ash off her feet, noticing her wincing but not stopping. She was barefoot, I saw, and her feet probably hurt, but that was okay, because I was here. I was here, and I could make all of the pain go away.
I helped her wrap her legs around me, and it was like magic. Like fucking magic. My cock needed no assistance in finding her entrance, and I slid right in. I entered her with a single thrust of my hips, and I buried my face in the crook of her neck as I let out a muffled groan.
Fuck. She felt amazing. Better than amazing. Her wet, warm hole wrapped around me, snug like a fucking glove, and I never wanted to leave her. If I could spend every single day inside of her, I would. Buried in her pussy, feeling her inner walls tighten around my length.
Ash had her arms wrapped around me, and she moaned once I was fully submerged, once I filled her up easily. This was bliss, pure and simple. If there was ever a problem, she was the answer. She was the answer to everything, and I had to make her see it. I had to make her believe in herself. Her importance to me was astronomical; I wouldn’t be here otherwise. I wouldn’t have spoken with Declan or tried to help Sawyer otherwise.
All of it was literally for her.
“I won’t let you go again,” I murmured against her ear, beginning to thrust. Each yank of my hips made her sigh out another moan, another musical note to add to the symphony that was us. This obsession, this irrational need, was as close to love as I would ever be.
Was someone like me capable of love? You’d have to ask the experts, but I was pretty sure most of them would say no. Me, personally, I thought every human being was capable of the basest forms of every emotion. Loving anyone had seemed impossible before meeting Ash, but now…now I could see why people chased after it like lovesick puppies. She was the air I breathed, and I needed her in my life.
