Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
ASHER
Later that night, I collapsed onto the couch next to Nat, the earlier talk with Cole still weighing on my mind. I needed to make a decision on my career, and I needed to do it now. Though, truthfully, when push came to shove, I’d already done so. Turned out, I’d been right all along.
I’d gotten started in this business writing music and playing those songs at open mic nights. That had been my passion, but I’d caught some early breaks that had propelled me into the spotlight. And I’d felt sort of foolish giving up the possibility of a full-fledged career as a touring musician, so I’d gone down that path.
But if this past week had reminded me of anything, it was that I preferred writing a song from the heart and playing it at an intimate wedding rather than a packed venue. Especially if that song was written about my wife, and especially if she was in the crowd.
Nat was curled up in the corner of the couch, her legs tucked beneath her as she watched another episode of Supernatural , barely sparing me a glance when I sat down.
“Isn’t this, like, your hundredth time through the show?”
“I haven’t counted,” she said haughtily. “I refuse to quantify my love for the Winchester brothers that way.”
I snorted and slouched down farther on the couch, propping my bare feet on the coffee table. With a sigh, I ran a hand down my face, the events of the day catching up to me.
“Damn,” she said. “Gettin’ a little bent out of shape about my crushes over two fictional characters, aren’t you?”
I huffed out a laugh and turned my head toward her. “I wouldn’t dare come between you and the boys. It’s just been a really fucking long day. With June and the session…”
“You said it went really well, though, right?” she asked as she turned toward me, ignoring the TV altogether.
“It did. I mean, I think it did. But what the hell do I know about that?”
“You know enough to get her there in the first place.”
“If you remember, that was your suggestion.”
“Yeah, so I’m your better half. We already knew that.”
With a laugh, I slid an arm around her waist and tugged her up against me. “It’s more than that. It’s comin’ back from that session to find Wanda talkin’ trash about you right to your face, and then that call from Cole…”
“Why the hell are you still thinkin’ about Wanda? Because I’m sure as fuck not.”
“Maybe not now, but it bothered you then.”
“It did not.”
“Don’t even try to play it like that. This is me you’re talkin’ to.”
“What makes you so sure you know how I was feelin’?”
Because I knew her and could read her moods by her body language. Knew that when she was really happy, she couldn’t sit still, how when she was anxious, she tapped her feet. Knew when she was excited, she would poke and prod whoever she was with, so they were excited, too.
“You crack your knuckles when you’re pissed, and you were doin’ it so much I could hear it before I even got out of the car.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Oh, you think you know me so well, huh?”
Undoubtedly. “I do.”
“You think that’s only one-sided?”
“What do you mean?”
“You might’ve known I was pissed talkin’ to her, but I know you’re gonna need something more than the Winchester brothers to get your mind off everything from today if you have any chance of fallin’ asleep tonight.”
“Is that right?”
“Mhmm…”
“And do you have any ideas on how to do that?”
“A few…” She straddled my lap and settled in, rocking herself against where I was very quickly perking up at her attention. She captured my bottom lip between hers, sucking it into her mouth, her tongue a wet caress that sent shock waves straight to my cock.
I groaned and palmed her ass, pulling her up and against me. Grinding her pussy against where I was hard and aching for her. The last thing we should be doing was fucking again. It only continued blurring that line between friends and whatever the hell we’d become. Made me fall a little bit more for her each time I sank inside.
But fuck if I was going to stop.
“Would these ideas involve us gettin’ naked, by any chance?” I asked against her mouth.
“They might, actually. But since a demon has possessed Owen’s body at some point in the past twenty-four hours?—”
“Or he’s teething,” I said wryly.
“I don’t know. I think mine’s probably more plausible.”
We shared a laugh as Nat leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my chest as she rocked over me. “Regardless of the reason, we need to get as much sleep as we can. Because we both know he’ll be wakin’ one of us up in the middle of the night. Which means I need to work my magic.”
The kiss was slow initially. At least until the first swipe of her tongue, and then all bets were off as I sucked her into my mouth. As I cupped her ass, gripping her tight, not wanting to let her go.
By the time she pulled back enough to yank her shirt up and off, we were both trying to catch our breath. Though at that particular point, I didn’t much care if I suffocated. I’d gladly give up oxygen if it meant her lips remained on mine.
She tugged my shirt off me before scrambling with the fly of my jeans, our kisses deep and slow, our hands roving and our names whispered pleas on the other’s lips. Soon enough, she sat astride me, pajama shorts and panties lost somewhere in the room and my cock pulled from the confines of my open fly.
No matter how many times we’d done this, the moment before I sank inside never got old. Breaths ragged, our eyes locked as I held the base of my cock steady for her.
“Climb on up, wifey, and ride me to sleep.”
“Don’t boss me around,” she said, but still, she lifted up, notched me at her entrance, and took me inside her in one slow, steady plunge.
I groaned as Nat’s eyes fluttered closed, her face tipped toward the ceiling, her neck arched back, fingers digging into my chest. Christ, she was beautiful. The flickering light of the TV cast shadows over her skin, the turquoise ends of her hair just brushing across her shoulders, her tits jutting out toward me.
Fuck, when was this going to get old? When would I tire of being inside her? Of feeling her wrapped around me, her mouth breathing me in?
I could live a thousand lives and none of them would ever compare to this one now, with her.
Sliding my fingers into her hair, I tugged her face down to mine as she rode me in slow, deep strokes. “You love takin’ me deep, don’t you, baby? Love workin’ that pussy over me and drivin’ me out of my damn mind.”
She bit her lip, her gaze heavy-lidded. “Thought that was the whole plan.”
I’d lost count of how many times we’d done this. Gotten absorbed in each other’s bodies. I’d had her fast and hard. Deep and rough. Slow and exploratory. I’d had her every way, in every position I could think of—several, more than once.
I now knew her in ways I’d never imagined I would. I knew the roll of her hips. What it meant when she sped up or slowed down. Knew the feel of her fingers locked with mine. Knew, too, the softness of every inch of her body under my seeking hands. But the favorite of them all was that I now knew the sound of my name on her lips as she came.
I gripped her ankles as she widened her thighs, sinking down on me to the root. She rocked her clit against the base of my cock, her movements speeding up with every labored breath.
“If you think this is gonna get my mind clear for the night, you’re wrong. ’Cause every time I’m inside you, it’s all I can think about for hours. Days .” I kissed a path up her neck, scraping my teeth along the underside of her jaw. “You consume me. You own me. And I better own you too when I’m inside you. When I’m makin’ you come, even if you’re the one givin’ me a ride.”
“ Ash …”
“Fuck, Nat.” With a groan, I spilled myself inside her as she shuddered around me, her thighs clamping tight to the outsides of my legs as she panted through her release.
I’d never considered myself a particularly insatiable man. Sure, I enjoyed sex, but I didn’t let it control my life. But now, not an hour went by when I didn’t think about this. About the feel of her tits against my chest. Her moans on my lips. Her pussy rippling around me as she came undone on my cock.
Not an hour went by, either, when I wasn’t reminded that she wasn’t here to stay. Reminded of just how quickly this would all be gone.