CHAPTER FIFTY ASHTON
CHAPTER FIFTY
ASHTON
The night was about Trace and Jess, but the second Molly showed up, my eyes never left her.
We had dinner, speeches, and I was doing my thing.
Toasting Trace, telling him how much I loved that we’d grown together over the years to where we both were now through loss, grief, but blessings.
Trace was looking Jess’s way for the blessing part.
I was looking Molly’s way, and now someone pulled out a playlist, and people were dancing.
Jess’s mom was dancing with Avery.
Sloane was dancing with Demetri.
Me, I was heading right for Molly, who was standing with Pialto and Sophie.
Their heads folded together, the freaking three musketeers, until I got to them. They went silent. I waited until Pialto’s head popped up, and he blinked, pretending to see me for the first time. “Oh, hi, Ashton.” He nudged Molly with his shoulder, who looked up, looking all shy.
She ducked her head down, the same shy smile showing over her face. Her cheeks were a good blush color by now. I glanced at the wineglass, seeing it might’ve been the red wine too. “Ashton.”
I had pounded her body thirty different ways, and she was blushing, looking at me.
The final crack in whatever wall I had inside of me broke. It shattered, and all the pieces landed hard. I felt it in my gut.
I loved her.
Jesus. I loved her.
I’d known. I’d had an inclination. I’d been obsessed with her, but this look, this shy look after everything we’d gone through and she was so far inside of me that I felt fused with her soul. My happy. That’s what Trace had said.
He was right. Molly was my happy if I deserved it.
I held out my hand. “Dance?”
She placed her hand in mine, and a tingle shot up my arm. It went straight to my dick.
Yeah. I was in love, totally, and so fucking clichéd in love. I was thinking all this, feeling all this, as I curled my fingers over hers, giving her a little grin, and tugged her for the dance floor.
The feel of her so close to me, it was the most natural thing in the world.
I pulled her in, my hand sliding over the small of her back, enjoying the feel of her soft dress but mostly the feel of her. Her pulse was racing. “You look beautiful.”
She tipped her head back, her pink lips opening a little, matching the color on her cheeks. “You too.”
My grin deepened. “I look beautiful?”
A half grin tugged at her lips. “You look hot .” She folded her head back to my chest, settling in, and her whole body relaxed against me. “And beautiful.”
I laughed, right next to her ear, and felt a shiver run down her back.
I pulled her in so there was no space between us.
“I want to take you away, push you against a wall, and slide so deep inside of you that it’s only me in there. Forever.”
A slight tremble went through her. She pressed her cheek harder against my chest and didn’t respond.
I moved my thumb up and down her back, enjoying the plunging back on her dress where I could touch her skin. It was designed just for that purpose, to make all men groan from desire.
We moved together, in silence.
My mouth was almost touching her shoulder, and I let my head fall just a little bit, until I could taste her there.
Another tremor went through her. She trailed her hand down my back, dipping in my jacket, and slowly, she began to pull my shirt up from my pants.
Now I was the one experiencing shivers going through my body.
That need was deep. I had to be in her. Inside of my woman, my soulmate. Mine.
Once my shirt was undone, her fingers went under. She spread her palm out on my back, and then began moving her hand over me, slowly and torturously.
I held her against me, knowing we were still technically moving to the music, and no one could see what she was doing, but they all could see how I wanted her.
She moved her hand in front, between us, and we needed to separate a little. As her hand fell to rest just over my dick, I smashed our bodies together, not letting anyone else see what was going on, and I tasted her shoulder again, moving to her neck.
Her whole body was shuddering, a tremble after a tremble racking through her as I kept exploring her, moving to her chin, her jawline, her cheek.
I was taking my time, and she was pressing her hand so hard over my cock, but she couldn’t move it.
She was trying. We were plastered against each other, and I just gripped her by her hip, half my hand spreading to rest over the top of her ass, holding her anchored against me.
I found the corner of her mouth, and I tasted, a slight nibble.
She rose up on her toes, not dancing anymore, and turned her head, her mouth seeking mine.
I found her mouth, warm and inviting, and slid inside, tasting her again.
Her whole body was shaking, just slightly, but she pulled her hand from between us and rose, standing still. Both her hands caught my face, and she explored me right back, taking her time. Thoroughly.
I groaned as her tongue flicked against mine, teasing me, and pulled back, just barely. “Get out of here?”
She breathed into me, saying, “Yes please,” right before she sealed her lips back to mine.
I picked her up, knowing that I had moved us so we were dancing in the far corner. The tables were on one side, the houses behind them, but where we were, there was a shed not far from us.
I carried her back there, went inside, and pressed her against the door, my hand immediately sliding under her dress.
She was helping, panting as she lifted, her legs half winding around my hips. Her hand went to my pants, undoing them and finding my cock. She wrapped her hands around me, but I couldn’t wait. I pulled her panties down, she had my dick in her hand, and then I paused once at her entrance.
She shuddered, lifting up, giving me a better angle, and I slid inside. Deep inside.
We both paused, both groaning at the feel. Goddamn fit so perfect.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself up, and I began moving inside of her.
“Ashton,” she moaned into my ear.
I grabbed her hands, raising them up, and pressed them against the door behind her, our fingers lacing. I kept sliding inside of her. She was rolling her thighs with me.
This time felt different. More raw. More real if that was possible. More needed, like I was desperate for her. Just more.
I slowed, thrusting in and holding as far as I could go.
Her whole body was straining against me. Her insides clamping down on me.
I lifted my head to see her.
She turned hers, looking back.
Her eyes were somber, hungry, but there was more.
Again. A deeper feeling. I felt it inside of me, moving around, opening sensations I didn’t know were there.
A wave of such intensity and tenderness rose, overwhelming me, and I ground up into her.
She gasped, her head falling back, our fingers rubbing against each other.
Her thighs pulled me in, and I groaned, sliding out and thrusting back in.
Her whole body moved from the motion, parting her lips.
“Ashton,” she panted again. Her chest moving up and down.
I moaned, leaning in and nipping at her lips again. I said, poised right above her mouth, “I love you.”
Her entire body lifted in one breath. She whispered, “I love you too.”
Her mouth sealed to mine. My darkness. Hers. We were connected.
The last separation from us fell away. It was her and me.
I was still in her, moving, our hands holding on to each other, and our mouths were fused, but nothing would be the same after this.
I felt it, an internal knowing, and it was rocking my foundation.
But that was Molly, claiming me right back.
I pushed in, holding, as I felt her release explode through her, her whole body trembling once again. I held off, waiting until she’d come down from her wave, and I began thrusting inside of her again, bringing both of us to a release.
Her hands broke from mine to wrap around my neck, and she clamped onto me as her second climax ripped through her.
I was just coming down from my own when— bang!