22. Ashley
CHAPTER 22
ASHLEY
I ’m nervous about our trip to Boston for Kenzie’s birthday. Sean and I agreed to put our fling on pause while we’re visiting our family, but the last time we were all together, Sean couldn’t keep his hands to himself. I’ll have to stay away from him, because I’m too addicted already.
It’s a reality that scares me. I know there isn’t a future for us—at least not without making our family dynamics implode. Our parents are happily married. What would happen if we dropped this bombshell into their lives?
I push those negative thoughts into a dark corner in my mind. There’s no point worrying about the future. Carpe diem and all.
Normally, a weekend trip to Boston wouldn’t be possible with Sean’s game schedule, but we lucked out that he doesn’t have a game today. He still has practice in the morning, which prevented us from driving to Boston yesterday.
It’s Saturday, so I head to the art studio to work on an oil painting of Birchen Beach while I wait for him. As always, I lose track of time when I’m in my creative bubble.
I have my headphones on, and I’m dancing to the beat of “Walking on a Dream” by Empire of the Sun and putting the finishing touches on my painting when I’m hugged from behind.
“You’re late,” Sean whispers in my ear.
My entire body jolts with electricity. “Holy shit. You almost gave me a heart attack.”
“Sorry. I couldn’t resist. Wow, did you paint that this morning?”
My face becomes hot. “What? No way. I started it last week.”
“That’s the beach in Birchen Beach, right?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s breathtaking… just like you.” He kisses my neck, just below my ear, and goose bumps rise on my arms. We’re alone in the studio, but someone could walk in at any moment.
Regrettably, I push him back. “What are you doing? No PDA, remember?”
“There’s no one here.”
“It doesn’t matter.” I start to clean my brushes, but Sean is determined to tempt me.
He grabs my ass, squeezing both cheeks. “You don’t seem to understand, Ash. There’s no one here.”
I turn so I can look into his eyes. “You’re not seriously thinking what I think you are.”
He moves his hand underneath my skirt and cups my pussy, making me gasp. “Oh, you should know by now that I am thinking exactly—” he presses his thumb against my clit “—what you think I am.”
I arch my back, leaning into him with my eyes closed. “Sean... it’s too risky.”
He peppers my neck with kisses until his mouth is next to my ear. “I won’t be able to touch you for the next thirty-six hours... I’d say it’s worth the risk. Let’s have one for the road.”
I open my eyes again and capture his face between my hands. “You’re so bad for me.”
He’s a giant compared to me, so to kiss me, he needs to bend over. I usually end up in his arms, attached to him like a monkey. It’s no different today. He lifts me off the floor, digging his fingers into my butt as he devours my mouth. We’re playing with fire. The studio never stays empty on weekends.
He pulls back and asks against my lips, “Should I set you on that table and bend you over, gorgeous?”
“Tempting, but I don’t want to be banned from the studio if we get caught. There’s a supply closet in that corner.” I point toward it.
“Okay, supply closet it is. We’re keeping our tradition alive.”
“When did we ever fuck inside a supply closet?”
“The first time. It wasn’t a closet, but that room was used for storage.” He strides toward the closet, and when we’re both inside and the door is closed, I realize how small the space is. We barely fit. “This is cozy.” He laughs.
“You were the one who wanted a quickie before our road trip.”
He opens his fly and presses the head of his cock against my soaked panties. “You say that as if you’re not dying for it too.”
“Of course I am. But you’re the one who sexed me up.” I frame his face with my hands and kiss him hard.
Sean slides my panties to the side and sheathes himself in me. A thrill of pleasure shoots down my spine. He always feels good stretching my pussy to the max, but today, he feels fucking amazing. Maybe it’s the location and the danger of discovery.
My ass is pressed against a shelf, and the edge is digging into my skin, but I can’t be bothered to complain when the pressure between my legs is already pushing me toward the point of no return. I clench my walls, trying to milk an orgasm out of him.
“God, babe. I love when you do that,” he whispers against my mouth, and increases his pace.
I kiss him again, and our tongues match the rhythm of his thrusts. He’s getting harder inside of me, and that’s my undoing. I bite his lower lip when I come, making him grunt. Then his body is shaking against mine as he climaxes as well, and hot jets of cum fill me.
Wait. What?
I pull back and look at him. His blue eyes widen, and he stops moving. “Fuck. No condom.”
“I can’t believe we forgot it.”
Remorse shines in his eyes. “I’m so sorry. It’s my fault.”
My heart is pounding inside my chest. We didn’t use protection, and my mind is reeling. I’m more concerned about the reason I forgot. I was too wrapped up in him, and my sense of responsibility took a vacation.
“I’ve been tested and I’m negative. You don’t have to worry on that front,” he says, looking guilty as hell.
I shake my head. “I wasn’t worried about that. I’m negative too.”
“Then…” He pulls out, and the mess starts to trickle down my legs.
“I’m on the pill.”
“Okay… Phew.” He rubs his face. “We never talked about it, so I didn’t know.”
“Maybe we should have, but it’s not the end of the world.” I get down and turn. “Could you help me find tissues?”
He zips up his jeans, then turns, bumping into me. Now that the lust haze has gone, I’m starting to feel claustrophobic. I adjust my panties and skirt quickly, needing to get out of here ASAP.
“Got it.” He turns again, holding a box of tissues.
Suddenly, the door opens, scaring the crap out of me. A tall guy with crazy curly hair and glasses is blocking the way out.
“What are you doing in there?”
“Looking for tissues.” I shake the box in my hand.
He arches a brow. “You both needed to look inside the closet?”
Sean nudges the guy back and walks out. “Yeah. She couldn’t find it.”
I follow him and keep walking until I’m standing in front of my easel. Mercifully, there aren’t more people in the studio. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what Sean and I were doing in that closet. Who would buy the excuse we were looking for tissues?
My face is burning as I pack my things hastily. Meanwhile, Sean strikes up a conversation with glasses dude. I don’t know what they’re talking about, but I mentally thank Sean for keeping him occupied. I rush out of the room without saying anything to them. I’ll feel less awkward after I clean up.
A minute later, Sean texts me.
SEAN: Where did you go?
ME: Restroom. I’ll see you in a sec.
It takes me a couple minutes to freshen up, and when I walk out of the restroom, I find Sean waiting for me in the hallway. He’s leaning against the wall with one foot propped against it, looking down at his phone. Butterflies erupt in my stomach. He’s unraveling me, and he’s not even trying.
He looks up and smiles, making my heart skip a beat. “Hey, ready to go?”
I nod, because I can’t trust my voice right now. I think I’m falling for Sean, and the thought scares the shit out of me.