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My balls slapped against her ass every time I pushed as deep as I could go, and she writhed beneath me, her blonde hair a halo around her head. Her eyes were hazy, a look of desire written across every feature. She moved her hands to my side, and I felt her start to push me. Before I knew it, we’d flipped positions, and she straddled me once again, just as she did downstairs, only this time, I was already hilt-deep inside of her.
Ash leaned down, setting her hands on my stomach, tracing the faint outline of abs I had. I wasn’t as built as Sawyer, but I liked to think I had a little bit of muscle. Her hips rocked back and forth, gliding along me, and I had to throw my head back and close my eyes. The feeling of her taking control, of me surrendering and letting her take the wheel, was intoxicating. Ash could ride me any day, any time. Hell, she could do whatever she wanted to me and I’d let her.
She was it for me. She was the be-all, end-all. If Ash ever left my life, there would never be anyone else. No one would ever compare to her. She was literally it, as dramatic as that made me. But I didn’t care about being dramatic; it was the truth.
Ash’s movement picked up speed, and I felt myself starting to lose it. It was impossible not to lose it when she rode me like one of those bucking bulls in bars. Her speed was unmatchable, and as my balls clenched and I felt the pressure exploding into a burst of pleasure, a groan came from my chest, my hips starting to buck of their own accord. I came inside of her, my cum bursting out of me as if it’d been waiting forever.
My eyes peeked open, and I let out another ragged breath as she slowly pulled herself off me, landing beside me and curling into me. The condom wrapped around my cock was full of white cum, and the outer portion of it was slick with her wetness. Ash sighed into me, and I let myself relax for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of being with her, of holding her, before getting up to clean myself off.
By the time I returned to the room, she was fast asleep.
I stood in the hall, leaning on the door frame, not wanting to go in and wake her up, not when she looked so peaceful, her naked body tangled atop the sheets, her legs splayed out. How could anyone look at her and want to hurt her or use her? God, she was perfect.
I must’ve been too entranced in watching Ash to notice that Travis had come inside and up the stairs. He reeked of tobacco and smoke, and he looked vastly unhappy. His blue gaze glanced down, and it was then that I realized I stood there, naked. I was about to say something, to turn away—even hurry into the dark bedroom and crawl onto that bed with her—but Travis spoke first.
My naked body wasn’t something he lingered on. His azure stare turned into the room as he stood beside me, and he looked at Ash’s still form. Under his breath, he muttered, “I’m going to kill him.” Spoken seriously, without a trace of hesitation. Spoken like a promise and not a threat.
Spoken kind of like a psycho.
I could do nothing but stare at him in wonder. Travis had mentioned chains earlier, and now this? I knew his family must’ve done some shady business, but just the way he spoke it, how matter-of-factly he was about it…I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly the family business was. How did his family make all of its money?
Talking about chains and murder—those were not two subjects everyday people spoke about.
“I’m going to call my brother in the morning and see what we can do about him,” Travis went on. “We need to get him out of the picture.” I knew why he was so adamant, and I couldn’t blame him. Not only was Ray her ex, but he was a serial killer. That was kind of hard to overlook.
Plus, you know, she slept with him. That was probably the primary reason Travis wanted to kill him, and I felt the same. I’d never killed anyone before, never thought about it, but Ray? I think I could make an exception for that one.
I said nothing, because what could I say to that? I didn’t want to plot…I just wanted to enjoy Ash, now that I had her. My feet drew me back into the room, and I gently got on the bed, moving softly to try to not wake her. I didn’t bother to put on any clothes, didn’t bother to cover up. Ash was naked, I was naked; Travis had seen us both, and still getting Ray out of the picture was on the forefront of his mind.
Or at least, that’s what I thought was on the forefront of his mind, until he shuffled in the room after flicking off the hall light. Travis moved to the opposite side of the bed, and through the darkness, as my eyes adjusted, I watched him slide off his shoes before climbing up and laying on her other side.
This…this was weird, wasn’t it?
Maybe I should put on some clothes…
This was definitely weird.
Chapter Thirteen – Ash
The next day my feet hurt even worse, somehow. It hurt to walk. Every single step I took was agony. I’d sent Declan to the dorm to get me some clothes, along with going to the store to get me the morning after pill—no unwanted pregnancies from my psycho ex, thank you very much—and some slippers. Maybe slippers would make it easier to walk as my feet healed.
Travis was outside in the back, pacing the patio as he spoke on the phone. Every other door and window in the house was locked. Declan took Sawyer’s key when he went. We were locked down in this mansion, although I knew locks wouldn’t keep Ray out. They’d only slow him down.
I sat on the couch in the living room, watching whatever show was on—something about two brothers who hunted demons, though I had no idea how the hell they made any money to travel across the country to do it constantly. My feet were propped up, resting on the coffee table before the couch.
My eyes fell to my knuckles, to the scabs dotting them. I still hadn’t texted Kelsey to make sure she made it home safely, and honestly I didn’t want to talk to her for a while. Seeing them together was something out of a nightmare, and it was a view I’d never forget.
Ray’s knife still sat on the counter, but it was out of mind as long as it was out of my sight. I would do my best not to think about Ray.
I ran my fingers through my hair, staring at the ends. I’d also given Declan the go-ahead to dig through my shit and find my dye. These faded tips were killing me, almost as much as my serial killer ex would once he got his hands on me.
Wait, no. I wasn’t supposed to think about that guy.
I let out a groan. Maybe I’d shower, get my hair clean. Clean hair always made dye stick better when it came to semi-permanent dye. There was literally nothing else to do here, not with Travis so talkative on the phone—though from the window it looked as if he wore a perpetual scowl.
Shower it was.
Heaving myself off the couch and wincing once my feet touched the carpet, I slowly made my way to the staircase. My speed was that of a snail as I walked up the steps. I had to walk on the sides of my feet; the soles were blistered and angry from me walking for hours and hours on them on straight concrete.
