Look After Us (7 page)

Once inside, we decide it’s probably best to lay Alana on the sofa instead of trying to carry her dead weight. She’s a little on the heavy side, and with the rest of us a little worse for wear the best thing for us to do is avoid the stairs completely. After a slight struggle of trying to get into the living room, we eventually lay her down. I begin looking for a blanket to cover Alana with, but Jo slurs, “Don’t bother with a blanket, it’s way too hot.”

She’s right. It’s hot as hell and far too hot for a blanket or sheets. After placing a trashcan beside Alana just in case she decides to throw up during the night, we take our drunken selves upstairs, where Jo and Mia tell me how much they love me while they struggle to keep their balance as they navigate their way up each step in the dark. Once we’re safely upstairs, slurred goodnights are spoken and we go our separate ways.

With my bag of bachelorette goodies in my hand I go to find Ashton’s room, but I’m stopped in my tracks as Mia barrels back over to me, almost crushing me to the wall at the impact, causing us both to erupt in hysterical giggles before hushing ourselves to keep quiet, which evidently just makes even more noise.

“I know Riley is my bestest friend in the whole wide world …” she slurs, her eyes beginning to lose focus. “But you, Ava,” she jabs her middle finger in my chest, a slant of a smile on her face, “are my new BFF. And knowing you’re going to be my BFF sister-in-law makes me so happy!” She then slaps a kiss on my cheek with a loud, “Mwah!” before stumbling into the direction of her room, falling into the wall a few times causing me to lightly snigger under my breath.

Stifling a yawn, I suddenly feel exhausted. I turn around, but my stomach bottoms out when I realize I can’t remember which door our room is, or specifically
Ashton’s
room. It’s dark and it’s hard to make out whose door is whose. I think it was the second door on the right. I try that one but it turns out to be the bathroom. I try the next door, and I sigh a breath of relief when I see Ashton sitting up in bed reading.

“Hey, baby.” He looks up from his book with his beautiful smile. Closing it, he places it on the bedside table without taking his eyes off me.

“Hey.” I feel my panties dampen when I see he’s only wearing a pair of basketball shorts. “You’re still up?” I ask, even though I can see for myself that he is.

“Yeah, I was waiting up for you. How was your night?” I walk slowly towards the bed; unable to resist the pull I feel when I’m near him as I slip my shoes off my feet. Placing the gift bag on the bed, I walk into his open arms and crawl into his lap, enjoying the way his arms feel around me.

“It was good. I’m a little drunk still,” I chuckle before pressing my lips to his. The feel of his soft, plump lips makes my heart flutter in my chest. His fingers caress up and down my back, causing shivers to erupt along my skin as he smirks at me.

“Is that so?” he asks with a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Yep … and do you want to know something else?”

He answers with only eager eyes. I grind my hips into his, smiling seductively as I whisper, “I’m also a little wet.”

He gives out a dirty laugh, his fingers tightening their hold on me as his green eyes sparkle with mischief. “You’re drunk.”

“And horny.”

He blinks unevenly at my words and in a flash I’m on my back, with his erection pressing against my already sensitive clit, causing a gasping moan to escape me.

“I love it when you’re drunk.” He slams his lips on me and I groan out in pleasure as he slips his tongue into my mouth and kisses me like he owns me. And he does—in every single way.

My leg automatically hitches over his hip and another groan leaves my lips at the feel of his fingers kneading my ass cheek. Heat swirls around us and it only continues to build as I feel his cock thrusting against my panty-covered pussy, driving me insane. I feel his masculine hands searching along my thighs and I can’t stop the moan of disapproval when he pulls his lips away.

“Don’t sulk, baby. I need you naked. I need to feel your skin, to make love to every inch of you.”

My heart slams into my chest at his beautiful words and I watch with lidded eyes as he peels my dress from my body, lifting it over my head until it’s in a heap on the floor. He shifts slightly and his sudden movement causes something to crash to the floor with a slight thud.

Whatever it is catches his eye, and with a diverted smile he crawls off me.

“And what do we have here?” I bite my lip and a burst of laughter leaves my mouth when I see he’s holding a florescent pink dildo in his hand. If it weren’t for the alcohol coursing through my veins I would have blushed for sure.

“It’s a dildo,” I say matter-of-factly.

He chuckles. “And why do you have a dildo?” he asks with amused intrigue.

“It was in the bachelorette gift bag, among other things.” He picks up the bag and climbs on top of me, resuming his straddling position.

“Let’s have a look at what else we have in here, shall we?” He takes out the penis straw and a whistle, and shakes his head in amusement as he places them on the bed beside us. I stifle a laugh when I see one of his eyebrows rise before he pulls out the balls.

“Anal balls?” He laughs with disbelief.

“No. Ben Wa balls.”

“Ben Wa balls?” I squirm slightly as his pupils widen and I have to press my thighs together to help ease the pounding I feel against my panties.

“Yep … Ben Wa balls,” I repeat, biting on my bottom lip as I continue to squirm, heat bubbling through me from head to toe. His amused mouth twists into a smirk as he places them on the bed. Then he takes out the bullet. I have to cross my legs when I see his eyes darken and twitch, as he looks down at it still in its plastic packaging. His hooded eyes return to mine.

“Well this looks interesting,” he says cocking his eyebrow. His look of intrigue has the inside of my panties dampening just that little bit more.

“Did you know?” I begin with my smile widening; remembering the little tidbit Jo told us all earlier on. “If you test a vibrator at the tip of your nose, it’s supposed to give off the same sensitive vibes as it would against your …” I struggle to finish my sentence off as Ashton’s hooded eyes bore into mine making me lose the ability to speak. I gulp heavily as my eyes follow his hands as they begin to rip the packaging apart. Once free from its confined plastic packaging, Ashton takes out the vibrator and a flush covers every inch of my body when the sound of a soft vibration echoes around the room.
Holy crap … he wants to use it on me?

“I’m pretty certain using it on your nose wouldn’t give you the overall satisfaction that it would if I used it on that pretty pussy of yours.” My breathing quickens as the sound of his burly voice talking dirty almost brings me to my knees—if it weren’t for the fact that I was already lying down.

He brings the vibrating device towards my face, and the power of the vibrations make my back arch off the bed as he gently trails it over my lips, down my neck, against the heavy swell of my bra-covered breast. Then he slowly caresses it over my other breast before dragging it along my stomach until he comes to a stop at the edge of my panties, clicking it off. He gives me a devilish grin as he leans down until his mouth is a mere inch from mine. A shiver erupts along the ridge of my spine at the impact of his warm breath over my parted lips.

“Would you like me to keep going?”

My eyes flutter and the euphoria burning through my veins is what has me nodding. It isn’t the vibrator that has me panting and squirming with anticipation, it’s the possibility of the things Ashton can do with it. We’ve never needed the added extras of sex toys to enhance our sex life, but right now I’m definitely a little excited at the prospect.

Never taking my eyes away from his, I feel the tiny little bullet trace over my panties until he stops directly over my already throbbing clit. He takes his bottom lip into his mouth, his stare penetrating into me, and without a warning the vibrations suddenly come to life, prompting me to buck and thrash against the bed. I release a noise that is a cross between a shriek and a moan, and after only a second I’m delirious with pleasure. Pulling the vibrator away, he flicks his tongue over my bottom lip, a husky chuckle escaping his lips.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he whispers, his eyes dark with elicit passion.

I lean forward to capture his lips against mine when suddenly my head slams back into the pillow as he presses the vibrator against my clit, harder and deeper, provoking a gasping moan to whimper from me, my clit throbbing at the intensity. My fingers curl into the bed sheets, and within seconds I find that I’m writhing and moaning at the delicious sensation that begins to overwhelm every sense of my body.

And just when I think this feeling couldn’t intensify any more, my hips buck in the air when I feel the vibrator slide under my panties against my slick pussy. The cool contact of the bullet vibrating directly over my protruding bud causes the intensity dial to double, and before I have chance to take a breath, my insides are already clenching and contracting, my chest heaving with deep exhaled breaths, my body trembling with my near release.

I clench my eyes shut as my whole body shudders and the way Ashton’s fingers rotate the little bullet around my clit with precise movements, it pushes me over the edge. I let go, screaming out my release. My moans are swallowed up with a kiss and while I’m coming down from my intense climax, I barely recognize Ashton ripping off my panties, pushing up against me until he’s filling every inch of me—every
wet
inch of me.

I run my fingers along his back, kneading his muscles with my newly manicured nails as his mouth penetrates mine with his minty fresh tongue while his cock slams in and out of my swollen pussy.

My sounds of pleasure are muffled by his kisses and each kiss is a direct line straight to my heart, causing the steady beat to skyrocket against my chest.

He briefly pulls away, panting, “Baby, so … tight,” before slamming his lips back onto mine.

Our bodies move together as one and any doubt or paranoia that has entered my head during the past twelve hours has melted away. All that matters in this moment is the two of us, living life to the fullest, living it
together.
I can feel the drip of sweat beginning to form along his shoulder so I pull my lips away from his and lap up the bead of sweat with my tongue, soaking up the salty goodness, instigating a hiss to escape his lips when I gently graze his flesh with my teeth. In turn he zones in on my breasts, and with one hand supporting himself on the bed he uses his free hand to rip the cups of my bra down over my tits. His heady gaze on my skin makes my nipples tingle before his mouth descends on the puckered nipple. His gracious mouth has my back arching off the bed as he gently nips at my breast with his teeth before cooling the sting with his tongue. He intermixes between biting and sucking as his hips thrust into mine with fierce precision, and even through my drunken lust I know I’m not going to last much longer.

“Ashton …” I whimper as I watch his mouth devouring my breast, and I begin to feel the crest peaking out of the horizon, especially with the way my sex throbs at every deep penetration he gives.

My fingers brush through the soft tendrils of his hair and another whimper escapes my mouth when I see his hooded green eyes on me, the sheer impact causing me to fist his hair within my fingers as the sensual waves begin to heat through my body.

“Fuck … Ava, baby …” he drawls through gritted teeth. My entire body begins to tremble and it takes only one … two … three more thrusts until everything around me explodes, whimpering in unintelligible murmurs of how much I love him, over and over again. With my mouth clamped on his shoulder, sucking the skin raw, I feel his body tense above mine and with one final slam he comes deep inside of me, marking me in a way only he can—bare with nothing between us.

His tiresome body falls on top of mine, heaving with deep breaths. His beautiful greens pierce into mine and I suddenly have to remind myself of how to breathe. With no intent of pulling out of my warmth, his fingers trace along the edge of my face causing chills to erupt against every surface of my naked skin. His index finger caresses over my bottom lip and with the alcohol still coursing through my veins, the devil in me wants to take his finger and suck it … so that’s exactly what I do. My tongue swirls against his sexy finger and the grunt I hear at the back of his throat is a clear indication he likes it. His finger gradually falls from my lips and he captures them with his, pressing a sensual kiss along my smiling mouth. Pulling away, he brushes a piece of stray hair away from my glistening forehead while looking down at me with pure adoration.

“I love you, Ava.” It takes only these three words and I’m left to count my lucky stars that I have him here in my life. He saved me from a life of constant darkness, and every time I hear the words ‘I love you’ is another step further into the light, while the darkness continues to plough into the boundless pit of non-existent nothingness; exactly where it belongs.

Through my fatigue, I look into the endless pretty hues of his green eyes and dreamily smile as I say, “I love you, too.”

My eyes flutter closed as exhaustion swoops over me and I vaguely feel Ashton pulling out of me, then the material of my bra sliding from my body before the warmth of Ashton’s body envelops me. And the last thing I think just before sleep takes me under is how incredible the air conditioning feels as it brushes along my naked skin with blasts of cool air, a perfect contrast from the heat I feel from Ashton.

It means I get to sleep in the arms of the man I love without boiling to death in the midst of the Dallas heat.

I subconsciously giggle to myself when the image of Edward Cullen from
Twilight
suddenly pops up in my head, and for a brief moment I wish Ashton were a vampire, one like Edward Cullen who is cold to the touch … so he could be my own personal air conditioning. But, only in Texas. Back in Seattle I’d prefer Ashton to run hot like Jacob Black so he could wrap his arms around me and keep me warm.