Chapter 25
twenty-five
Ainsley
“ S hh,” I tell Lachlan as I pull him into my room.
Tonight was everything to me. We danced, kissed, laughed, and now he’s in a place I dreamed of so many nights.
The Admiral’s room is four doors down, but I swear he hears everything. So we will need to be exceptionally quiet.
When we make it without issue, I close the door ever so softly, and then he grabs me from behind, turning me into his arms.
I stifle a squeak before his lips are on mine.
I don’t think there’s anything better in this world than kissing Lachlan. His hands are in my hair, tilting my head to get better access as he walks me to the bed.
My shirt is pulled up and then tossed to the side.
I do the same to him.
“I’m going to take you hard, Ainsley. Do you want that?”
I nod. Do I ever.
He turns me around, hands moving to my breasts before sliding down my stomach. Then he slips into my pants, just barely touching my clit. His lips are at my ear, words barely a breath. “Good. But you need to stay very quiet. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes. ”
“If you make too much noise, someone could come in here, and I don’t think you want that, do you, baby?”
“No.”
Lachlan pulls my pants down, and then I feel his warm chest against my back. “Spread your legs for me, Ainsley. Put your hands on the wall.”
I do as he says, and he kisses down my spine, and then bites the globes of my ass. I squeak and he shoves a finger into me so hard I gasp. “Stay quiet.”
Right. Quiet.
“You’re so wet already. How long have you thought about me between your legs?”
My head falls back. “Always.”
“I think about being here, licking your sweet cunt, tasting you as you fall apart against my tongue. I love the taste of you. So sweet. So perfect.”
“Lachlan,” I whisper.
“Let’s see if you’re sweeter after all those strawberries.”
I close my eyes, trying not to make a fool of myself. Lachlan is the only man who has ever done this to me. I was always so embarrassed, and the guy before him wasn’t really into it. Which was fine. However, now that I know what I was missing, I will never be the same.
Lachlan knows exactly what to do and is very, very into it.
His tongue swipes over my clit, and I arch my back. The pleasure running through every vein in my body.
“Even sweeter,” he says, and then his tongue is there again. “You’re like honey and berries. I might stay here all night.”
Lachlan licks, alternating the pressure, driving me insane. He moves in circles, then flicks, and then sucks as the climb to my orgasm moves faster than ever before. He alternates again, leaving my head swimming. My legs start to shake and there’s a sheen of sweat forming on my face. My muscles contract as I try to stay upright.
“So close. So close. Oh God,” I pant, gasping for air.
He does it again, increasing the pressure on my clit and inserting a finger deep into my core. I can’t stay upright. My legs give out as the orgasm crashes through me. Wave after wave of pleasure drags me out to sea.
Lachlan pulls me into his arms, keeping me from shattering, and then he lays me on my bed.
When I catch my breath, Lachlan is on his knees, pulling his pants down. I watch as his cock springs free, and he grins at me.
His body is so freaking perfect. I know he wants to take me hard, but I want to make him feel good too.
“I want to touch you,” I tell him.
Lachlan grins and lies beside me, putting both hands behind his head. “I’m yours to do what you want with.”
“Yes,” I say with a smirk. “You are.”
My mouth traces a line down his shoulder, then his arms. I kiss my way back up and over his chest, where there’s a scar from when he was twelve. Lachlan fell off his bike and hit a branch. It was so traumatic because his mother was beside herself, and I was so afraid.
There was so much blood. “I was so afraid you were going to die.”
“I was pretty scared too,” he confesses.
“The ambulance felt like it took forever.”
He brushes my hair back off my face. “Do you know that the only reason I didn’t cry was because you were there?”
My eyes widen. “What?”
“I didn’t want to look like a pansy in front of you.”
I let out a snort of a laugh. “I never would’ve thought that. I thought you were perfect.”
Lachlan’s hand moves to the back of my neck, and he pulls me close. “I couldn’t risk it.”
I look up at him. “You take risks all the time, Lach. You walk into burning buildings, you fight for the people you love. You need to be careful. I don’t want to feel that fear again.”
“I’m always careful, baby.”
I kiss his lips, pouring all my fear and love into him. He has no idea how many nights I’ve worried, and now it’s different. Now I know what it feels like to be loved by him, even if it’s just like this.
I need him so much.
I shove him back down, and he resumes his relaxed position. Let’s see how long he can stay like that.
My lips return to the place I last kissed, moving down his body. I don’t wait or tease him. I want to make him lose his fucking mind. My tongue rings around the head of his cock before I take him deep.
“Remember we need to be quiet,” I remind him.
“Ainsley.” Lachlan grunts, his hands moving to my head. “Suck my dick.”
I bob my head as I watch his thigh muscles tighten.
“That’s it, baby. Yes, so fucking good. Take me deep.”
I do as he says, moving at a pace I know will drive him wild. I want him to be out of his mind. I want to do for him what he did for me.
I play with his balls as my other hand pumps in time with my mouth. Lachlan’s fingers tangle in my hair while his other hand grips the comforter.
Lachlan is close. His breathing is coming harder. “Ainsley, fuck. Stop, sweetheart, or I’m going to come in your beautiful mouth instead of that cunt.”
I lift up, and Lachlan has me on my back before I can blink.
In his eyes, there’s something different as he stares at me. As though he’s telling me something, wishing to say words he can’t, and in my heart, I know what it is, because I’m pretty sure it’s the same thing I feel.
I rub my finger down his strong jawline. “Take me, Lachlan.”
He moves his hips, and I feel the tip of him at my entrance. I moan as he slides in deeper, and it’s almost too much. I’m falling apart and coming together at the same time. My heart is pounding so loud in my ears as he pushes all the way in. Tears fill my vision as I wrap my legs around his hips, hands clutching at his back. Lachlan pushes deeper again and again. Setting a relentless pace.
“You feel so good, Ainsley. So fucking good,” he murmurs .
I look up through blurry vision and fight back the tears. “Give me all of you.”
“You have it. Fuck, you have it,” he whispers before kissing me again.
Then, as we’re tangled together, he pushes harder, faster, and deeper than before. I fall apart again, Lachlan following seconds later, and I know that even though that was frantic, we just made love, and I don’t know how I’m going to walk away from him.
“Come on,” I tell Lachlan as I pull him in through the secret passageway that his mother had installed.
“What the hell?” he asks, and I grin.
“You truly didn’t know about this?”
He laughs once. “She never told me.”
We crouch down and have to crawl through a small cutout in the fence. When we emerge on the other side, we’re in the backside of the garden.
“This is how I would magically appear in your backyard.”
He laughs once, brushing the leaves off his pants. “And here I thought you just jumped the fence or had a key.”
I grin and lace my hand in his. “Let’s go to the swing.”
We quietly walk down the lit stone pathway over to the little nook I would spend hours in.
Lachlan looks around, and I wonder whether he sees what I do. That in the last four years, not a single part of this place has changed. The flowers are here, alive and thriving. The walkway isn’t covered with dirt or weeds. His father has taken care of his mother’s garden exactly as she would’ve.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He pulls me close to him. “A lot of memories here.”
“Hopefully more good than bad.”
I lean my head against his chest, looking up at him through my lashes. “It might be a tie if I’m being honest.”
“Okay, name a good one. ”
“This is where I first kissed you.”
I grin. “Yes, but that sort of leads into a bad, since things ended pretty terrible.”
Lachlan lifts my chin and then kisses me tenderly. I roll so I’m on top of him, letting the kiss become more. His tongue slides against mine, and even though we just had sex, I want him again.
However, the two of us being here isn’t about this. I wanted him to feel close to the people who love him, so I pull back.
“That should’ve been our first kiss,” Lachlan says, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“We can pretend.”
“I’d like that.”
“See, good memory made,” I say, feeling triumphant.
Then I nestle back against his chest, pulling his arm to drape around me. “What about you?”
“This place is filled with good memories for me,” I tell him. “I would come over here all the time, through my little secret door, and read for hours. Your mom would leave cookies and milk sometimes on that stone there.” I point to the ledge that was almost like a table. “I wouldn’t even hear her come out.”
I was so lost in a story that the world ceased to exist.
“She wouldn’t let me come out if she knew you were back there.”
“Really?”
He chuckles. “She said every girl needed a place to hide away.”
“It’s why she created it.”
“Yes, and why she spent so much of her time out here. I think she tried to hide but could never fully escape her pain and sadness.”
I stay quiet, not sure what to say to that. “Tell me about Rose’s mom.”
He stiffens beneath me. “Why?”
“I’m just curious. I’ve never met her. You came home with Rose and that was sort of it. How did you guys ... get together?”
Lachlan stays quiet for a moment and then sighs. “It wasn’t anything great. We met at a bar on campus. We’d just played in the national championship. We lost. I was in this weird place because I was still this top draft prospect and then also this top loser. Claire didn’t know a damn thing about sports, but she knew who I was because my face was on posters. We talked, drank a lot, hooked up, and then a month later she found out she was pregnant.”
“And she didn’t want to be a mom?”
His arm tightens a little. “I mean, I don’t think either of us wanted to be parents at that point, but she and I talked, and I was able to take Rose.”
“And you just gave up football?”
“I feel like I gained everything and didn’t lose a damn thing.”
I turn again, resting my hand on his chest, staring into those brown eyes I love so much. “Your life could’ve been a million times different.”
“Sure, but then we wouldn’t be here now.”
I grin. “This is true. I definitely wouldn’t be writing an article on athletes.”
He chuckles. “Yes, this is true.”
“Lach, writing this article, it’s something I want to get right. Not just for me, but for Rose and you. I won’t let you down.”
“It’s why I’m glad it’s you who came, for several reasons. The sex especially.”
I laugh and then wrap myself tighter around him. “I could stay here with you forever.”
Before he can say anything else, the back lights flip on, and his father’s voice booms in the quiet.
“Who’s out here?”