Chapter 10 Ash #2
My orgasm builds differently than the first night.
It’s less desperate, more inevitable, like a tide coming in.
His hand slides between us and wraps around my cock, the dual sensation, the fullness of him and the tight steady stroke of his fist pushing me toward something I can feel gathering at the base of my spine.
"Boone, I'm going to—"
"I know. I can feel it. You're so tight around me right now." His pace picks up, hunger leaking through the control, and his mouth finds my ear. "Let go, Dove. I've got you."
I come with my back arched off the tile and his name in my throat as he follows me over a few strokes later with his forehead pressed against mine. We stay there for a few moments before Boone pulls out of me, my shaky legs sending me headfirst into his chest the moment I reach the floor.
He just chuckles and keeps one arm around my waist before washing me with the other hand. "You okay?" he asks, rinsing soap from my shoulders.
"I think you broke me."
"I think you were already broken. I'm just rearranging the pieces."
"That's either the sweetest or the most alarming thing anyone's ever said to me in a shower."
He smiles against my temple and turns off the water before wrapping me in a towel.
I catch my reflection in the foggy mirror and I look wrecked, shaky and raw and flushed.
Underneath all of that I look like someone I don't entirely recognize.
Someone who's been fed and held and taken apart by a man who took his time about all three.
I surface in the kitchen about twenty minutes later in fresh borrowed clothes, my hair damp and my legs still unreliable.
Cass is at the stove, which surprises me, because Cass doesn't strike me as a man who cooks so much as a man who consumes.
But he's got a pan going with eggs and toast sitting beside the toaster.
He glances over his shoulder when I come in, his eyes moving over me once, a wicked smile moving over his face.
"Sit down," he says, turning back to the stove. "You look like you need protein."
"I can make my own—"
"Sit down, Ash."
He slides a plate in front of me, eggs scrambled the way I mentioned liking them the first night I slept over nearly a year ago, which means someone reminded him or he was paying attention, and either option does something to my chest that I manage by picking up my fork.
He pours himself coffee and leans against the counter across from me, one ankle crossed over the other, watching me eat with that particular Cass focus.
"Thank you," I say between bites. "This is really good."
"I can do eggs." He takes a long sip of coffee. "Don't ask me for anything else."
"Noted." I take a few more bites, my ears starting to burn beneath his stare. “This isn’t weird to you? Like... I... the walls are thin. So, you can hear everything right? Why does that not bother you?” My questions get stuck in my throat as my eyes widen, a rough hand suddenly pinching my chin.
I blink at the hand and then look up, finding Cass reaching across the table.
He angles my head upwards the slightest bit, the crazy smile on his face twisting further.
“I know Dad explained things but we share. Everything, Ash. All of it. And hearing you with our father, as strange as it might seem, gets me excited for the moment I get you beneath me. I’m going to have fun with you,” he purrs.
I swallow nervously as he drags his thumb across my lips and then releases me, walking back to grab his coffee like nothing happened. I drop my hands to my groin, gently massaging the newest tent in my pants.
"You planning on sitting around the house all day looking pretty, or do you want to be useful?" His question catches me off guard as I glance up, a knowing grin on Cass’ face. He knows exactly what he did to me.
Clearing my throat, I manage to get actual words out.
"I want to help. I'm good with horses. I can muck stalls, groom, exercise them, whatever you need.
" I pick up my fork and push the eggs around the plate.
"I have a few shifts at the local shop but I already sent them a message about needing time off so I.
.. I have time. I used to help out when I'd visit, before I—"
"Before, yeah," Cass says, letting it go. He sets his mug on the counter and crosses his arms, his expression shifting into something warmer, more focused. "You can ride?"
"Yeah. Marcus never wanted to, but your dad used to let me take Mabel out on the east trail."
"Dad let you ride Mabel?" He straightens up from the counter. "Nobody rides Mabel. She barely lets Ledger tack her up."
"Is that unusual?"
"Ash, that horse bit me three days ago for walking too close to her stall." He's staring at me and on a face that size the full weight of his attention is something you can feel in your chest. "You're coming out with me today. South fence needs checking and I could use a second pair of hands."
"Okay."
"Wear boots. Teague's got a pair that should fit." He takes my plate before I've finished the last bite, which I think is just how Cass operates. "Ready in twenty."
A soft smile spreads across my lips as I realize how easily I slotted into this space with these men.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, grimacing at Marcus’ name across the top.
“Yeah, not today,” I mutter before shutting off the screen.
I was hoping that breakup text would have been enough but I’m not stupid.
At some point, Marcus will show up.
Until then? I’m going to enjoy this, whatever this is.