Chapter 20
Chapter
Twenty
HASH
If you walk out that door again, this is done. You won’t be welcome back.
I stop with my hand on the doorknob, frozen in place.
I don’t want to fuck up even more than I already have, but all I want to do is punch Trick’s face in. Maybe it will numb the hurt I feel from Aisling thinking I would do any of the shit Trick spewed at her.
My chest is rising and falling as I try to check myself.
I hear the sheets rustle behind me before feet lightly pad across the floor, headed right toward me. Aisling’s arms wrap around my waist, and she hugs me from behind, her cheek pressing up against my back.
“Please don’t go,” she whispers.
Her plea guts me. My head hangs as my hand releases the doorknob and rests on hers, pressing both of our palms into my stomach.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby doll,” I whisper back.
I feel her sigh of relief against my back before her hands leave my waist. “Let’s go back to bed.”
I turn around, watching her slowly walk around the bed to her side and slide in. She props her head up on an elbow, waiting for me.
Without a word, I slide in on my side, matching her position. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she says.
“It’s not okay. I shouldn’t have taken what Trick told you out on you. I know I fucked up and am still working on righting my wrongs. It just hurt to hear you think so low of me.”
Aisling studies me, her eyelids red and puffy from crying.
I hate that I made her cry.
“I don’t think low of you. You didn’t let me finish before you assumed what I was thinking.”
I reach up and wipe away the tears on her cheek with my thumb.
“I’m not going to lie, it cut deeper than I wanted it to when Trick said you didn’t want me and even more so when he said you were going to take Cormac away.
Not because I thought you would actually do it, but just thinking about it happening in any circumstance is enough to make me want to die.
” Aisling brings her hand up to my wrist, grabbing on and holding my hand to her face. “All I’ve ever wanted was you.”
My eyes move down to her lips, seeing one small tear I missed stuck on the top of her lip. I lean in, pressing my lips to her and kissing the tear away.
I meant for it to be a soft, subtle kiss, but she had other plans. Aisling’s mouth opens as she slips her tongue into mine. It’s not dominating or a fight for control. It’s slow and emotional as she pours her need for me down my throat.
And I take it like the selfish bastard I am.
I take until she has nothing left to give, and only then do I roll her onto her back and give back everything she’s given me and more.
My hands slide under her silk nightie, kneading the skin as I push it up her body. I break the kiss as I pull back, giving her room to arch her back so I can slip the nightie the rest of the way off.
Her feet are pushing down the waistband of my boxers until they’re around my ankles and I can kick them off. My lips trail along her jaw and down her neck, tracing the vine tattoo that’s on her collarbone with my tongue. I smile against her skin as I feel her body shiver beneath me.
She’s at my mercy to take what I give her. And I’m going to give her the world.
Her nails raking down my back egg me on, desperate to get all the little sighs and moans out of her I know are only for me.
I grind my hips against her core in a slow, sensual circular motion.
Aisling gasps as my hard cock pokes at her entrance, begging to be let inside but stopped by the tiny scrap of lace.
My hand caresses back down her side until I reach the string.
Fisting it in my hand, I give it a hard yank, the elastic snapping against her skin making a tiny cry leave her lips.
“Oops.” I nip at the vine. What I wouldn’t give to have my name tattooed on the other side. “So sorry, baby doll.”
“No, you’re not.” Aisling laughs. It comes out needy.
“You’re right, I’m not.” My lips leave her collarbone and trail down between her full tits.
My dick twitches at the memory of what happened in my room earlier today. I palm one, feeling the heavy weight in my hand as I kneed, earning a moan. Her puckered bud looks ripe and swollen.
“Are you thirsty?” Aisling asks, her voice low and seductive.
“Parched,” I growl, pinching the bud between my fingers.
Aisling cries out, arching into me. “Then be a good boy and drink.”
My eyes lock on the prize, and my mouth salivates at the tit that’s begging to be drained.
I dive face first into her luscious tits, both of them cushioning the sides of my cheeks like pillows as I shake my head from side to side, nipping at her breastbone until you can see my teeth marks.
I place a kiss on the side of each breast before latching on to the one that’s practically weeping for me.
Warm milk squirts into my mouth, making me grind down against her cleft. The harder I suck, the harder I grind down on her, brushing her clit each time.
Aisling’s moans are getting louder and louder.
“Hash, baby, please,” Aisling begs, sounding breathless and needy as her head thrashes from side to side.
As much as it turns me on to see her desperate with need for me, tonight isn’t the night to make her beg for it.
Tonight she takes.
I release the taunt bud with a pop as I line my dick up with her slick, wet heat. I don’t need to check whether she’s ready. The wetness drenching my throbbing head tells me she is.
I place my palm over her mouth, masking her scream as I slam home. I don’t give her a chance to adjust to the size of me before I’m pounding in and out of her. With Aisling’s muffled screams and the feeling of her inner walls flexing around me, I’m not going to last.
“You need to get there, baby doll,” I growl as I watch her tits bounce with every thrust.
She spasms around me.
I grab her ankle and hike her leg up so it’s resting on my shoulder, angling myself just right. Aisling’s biting my hand, helpless to my mercy as I hit that little sweet spot deep inside of her over and over again.
She’s close.
My balls are throbbing and tightening, threatening to blow at any second.
With one more thrust and Aisling’s head tips back as she screams into my palm, pulsing around me as she tips over the edge.
“Motherfucker,” I growl, forcing my dick inside her pulsing cunt that’s trying to push me out.
The gush of warm liquid flowing around my dick is all it takes. I thrust to the hilt, spurting shot after shot of come deep inside of her.
I remove my hand from her mouth as I lazily thrust in and out of her, my dick slowly softening. The only sound that can be heard throughout the room is of us trying to catch our breath.
A slow, sated smile spreads across her lips as she looks at me through lowered lids.
“You feeling good?” I ask, a slow smirk spreading across my face because I’m the lucky bastard that put the look on hers.
“Good doesn’t even begin to describe the way I feel right now. I can’t feel my legs. I came so hard.”
“Shit, sorry,” I mumble as I remove her leg off my shoulder and lower it back down, forgetting I put it there.
“Does it sound like I’m complaining?”
“No.” I let out a low laugh.
“Then don’t apologize.”
“Noted,” I tell her as I collapse on the bed next to her.
I roll onto my back and draw her in close. Aisling rests her cheek on my chest and a palm on my stomach as she curls into me. I pull the comforter back around us, tucking us in for the night.
“Night, baby doll,” I murmur against the top of her head.
“Night, Lachlan,” she yawns before placing a peck on my chest.
It isn’t long before we’re both dead to the world.
I wake up the next morning to an empty bed with no Aisling in sight. The spot where she was lying snuggled up against me is still warm. Sneaking a glance at the clock on her nightstand, I see that it’s not even seven in the morning.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan as I rub a hand down my face trying to decide if I should get up and see what the hell she’s doing this early in the morning or go back to sleep.
My curiosity wins.
Throwing the covers off me, I search the sheets to find my boxers. Finding them at the bottom of the bed, I grab them and slip them on before exiting her room. I hear the shower running in the bathroom as I make my way down the hall.
I don’t bother knocking before I turn the handle and slip inside. Steam smacks me in the face as I cough through it, making Aisling jump.
God damn, it has to be a hundred degrees in here.
“What are you doing?” I ask a naked Aisling, who is leaning over the sink looking in the mirror at her face with a pair of tweezers.
“Showering before Cormac wakes up,” she says, her tone making it seem like it should have been obvious what she’s doing.
“Morning snack?” I joke as I pick up the popsicle sticks she has out on the bathroom counter.
Aisling straightens as she turns to look at me with a funny look on her face. “What?”
“The popsicle sticks.” I grab two from the pile and hold them up. “Did you eat the whole box?”
I know she has a sweet tooth, but damn it’s not even seven a.m.
Aisling looks between me and the pile of sticks on the counter before she laughs so hard her tits are bouncing. “Those aren’t from popsicles.”
“Then what the fuck are they?”
“Holy shit, this shouldn’t be so funny.” She blows a breath out as she wipes the tears in her eyes. “They’re for the wax.”
“Wax?” I ask, my brows rising.
“For body hair or whatever.” She shrugs before turning back to the mirror and plucking another hair.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Plucking this stupid chin hair that keeps growing back. It’s only one too, so it’s extra annoying. Usually, I do it in the car because, for some reason, the car mirrors show everything, and I mean everything, but I forgot yesterday.”
“I meant with the wax. No offense, baby doll, but I don’t give a fuck about a chin hair.”
“Oh,” she says, straightening back up as she looks at the sticks. “I’m going to wax after my shower.”
Is she talking about what I think she’s talking about?