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“Are you serious right now?” I croak.

“Yes, I’m serious, that is my dick. I appreciate the awed tones though, Mounty,” he drawls out, all fucking smug and I can’t. I just fucking can’t.

“No, I mean, do you seriously have the words ‘you’re welcome’ tattooed above your dick? I changed my mind, I’m not doing this.”

Ash chuckles at me as I move to stand up then he holds me down with a firm hand on my shoulder. Oh look, there’s my damage, but sweet merciful lord if that doesn’t make me gush all over again.

“It’s Morrison’s fault, get pissy at him, not me.”

I scoff at him and then try to focus on his dick instead of the arrogant, smug, totally-fucking-Beaumont tattoo he has.

Sweet lord in heaven.

I forgot he was fucking huge. I gulp. There is no way that will fit in me. Not right now, and possibly not ever. I might dislocate my jaw doing this.

“You’ll be fine, Mounty.”

I punch him in the leg because I’m excellent at foreplay. He grunts at me, probably because the hit was a little too close to his monster cock for comfort, but when I wrap my hand around the base of his dick and pump he shuts up real fast.

He’s right, I don’t dislocate my jaw but fuck it if it isn’t a stretch. He’s less worried about hurting me than Harley is, his hands in my hair tugging and pulling while his hips jerk forward, but that only makes me moan louder. He doesn’t warn me that he’s going to come either, just grunts and shoots down the back of my throat. It’s the soft touches afterward that tell me how much I mean to him, and I love every fucking second of it. I could do that every day of my life and die a happy lady.

When he helps me up from the floor and kisses me, I can’t stop myself from snarking at him. “You’re going to have to make do with blowjobs for a while. That is not going to fit in me. I’m half the fucking size of you as is.”

He laughs at me, completely unconcerned by my stern warnings, and walks over to climb into my bed. Fuck, his ass is all toned muscle. Perfect to sink your teeth into.

“Get in here. I need a nap.”

Ugh, bossy asshole.

But I do exactly what he says.

The notification of my in-school suspension comes through as an email the next morning and I read it out to Ash while he sips at a coffee in bed, sleep mussed and fucking delicious looking after spending the whole night with me.

“I told you, Mounty. Trust me.”

TWENTY-SIX

I refuse to let the house arrest stop me from doing whatever the hell I want, trusting in Ash and what he said to me.

Avery starts working her way through the teachers and students that have helped Annabelle and by the end of the week, two teachers quit and eight students transfer out of Hannaford. There’s nothing quite like Avery freaking Beaumont when she’s on the social warpath. There’s no motivator quite like desperation though, and Annabelle somehow clings to her scholarship by her fingertips. I don’t know what enrages Avery more; the fact that she won’t drop out, or the fact that she’s still gossiping away about me, damn near begging for my attention despite me refusing to give her a fucking thing.

Even when I see her in the dining hall or between classes, I look through her and it’s driving the bitch insane. Too bad, so sad, wish the bitch would just choke on a dick already.

On Sunday, after a long day of studying and trying to catch up on sleep, Ash texts me a demand to meet him in the boys’ room and when I try to get him to come to my room instead, he calls me a coward.

The manipulative asshole, except it’s effective and I stomp over to rant at him in person.

When I unlock the door and fling it open, the words die in my throat at the arrogant fucking smirk on his face and the fact that he’s lounging on his bed in his fucking boxers. Dammit. His nipples are like my kryptonite and I think somehow he’s figured it out!

“Do you want to argue, Mounty? I’d rather we go for round two, but I’ll fight if you need the foreplay.”

I cut him a look, but I lose the higher ground by drooling all over myself as I climb up onto his bed to get to him. “Shut up and kiss me, asshole.”

Ash chuckles and nips at my lip. “Why, Mounty, I didn’t think you’d be up for ass play just yet, but if you ask nicely I could be persuaded.”

Aaaaaaand now I kinda wanna die.

He doesn’t let me pull away, his hand firm on the back of my neck as he strokes his tongue over mine until I forget why it was I was so embarrassed in the first place. I feel like a fumbling idiot as I clutch at his shoulders because his hands are steady and sure as he strips my shirt from me and with a quick flick of his fingers my bra is off and across the room.