38. Astor
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
ASTOR
S he’s been sleeping for the last four hours and I’ve been doing everything I can in this fucking shirt and hoodie since she closed her eyes.
It doesn’t smell like you.
It’s been going through my head on repeat since she said it. She’s just as obsessed as I am. You’d think I’d tell her that I love her before the wedding, but no. I’m too much of a pussy to let the words come out of my mouth. I can hear water running in the bathroom and I shoot upstairs, yanking the shirt and hoodie off and putting it back in the drawer where she put it. I know she’ll grab it when she gets out of the shower.
Justin and Caroline are supposed to be coming over soon, so I need to have my fix of her before they do.
“Ast? That you?” she says when I enter the bathroom. I start to remove my shirt and shorts before climbing in the shower behind her. I pull her to me, wrapping my hand around her hair and yanking her eyes into view.
“You expecting it to be someone else, little devil?” A flash of amusement is hiding in them, but the rest is complete want and need. The side of my mouth tilts up a fraction and I quickly bend her over without another word. “Fast and hard, so hold on,” I warn before sinking violently in her, her moans so loud they echo through the shower walls.
Her hands fly out against the wall and I increase my speed when she moans out my name. It gets me every fucking time—my name on her lips exactly where it should be.
I watch in awe as my dick slides in and out of her, the water trickling down her back over the cusp of her ass. I can’t help it when my hand comes down on her ass. She screeches, but pushes back against me. I do it again and again until finally, her pussy is suffocating around my length.
“Fuck, fuck, Ast, stop. I can’t,” she pleads as I fuck her through it. I bite down on her shoulder as my own climax rips through me. My cum fills her as I pump in and out in a short, staccato rhythm.
“You really are going to ruin me for anyone else, aren’t you?” she asks as I lather her body in soap while she catches her breath.
“There is no one else for you, Alessia. But if you choose to figure that out the hard way, then yes. I plan to ruin you.”
“Hmph, you already have.”
“Chinese or Thai?” Alessia asks us. Justin and Caroline are here and we decided to spend the night in for dinner and a movie. Alessia is still tired and just wanted to feel safe. I’d be lying if I said that knowing my—no, our —home makes her feel safe isn’t doing some freaky weird shit to me.
Caroline jumps up and snatches the menus out of Alessia’s hand before they both look at each other and laugh.
“Thai,” they say in unison before ducking off into the kitchen. I can hear them ordering food when I turn to Justin.
“I fucked up,” he says before I can speak. I tilt my head and he sighs. “She knows who Miles is. Her, Elsi, and Alessia know his name, but when I got to Caroline’s, she wouldn’t stop with the questions.”
I take a deep breath, because now it makes sense why Caroline has been so sweet to Alessia. Why there hasn’t been any name calling or passive aggressive comments.
“She wouldn’t leave it alone, Ast, I tried. I told her to leave it alone. I told her to stop asking, fuck, I even tied her up and spanked the fuck out of her.”
“Justin. Over?—”
“ Sharing , yeah, I know. But I’m fucking sorry, man. She knows you’re trying to find him, that we’re trying to make it right.”
“What’d she say?”
“That you need to tell Alessia before the wedding and let them both in our planned activities. She said that Alessia is her best friend, and if she asks her if she knows anything, she’s not going to lie to her, but she won’t say anything unless that happens.” I grunt and lean back into the seat, because every day we get closer to this wedding, a strand of my strength to keep this from her breaks. And I’m pretty fucking sure I’m all out of strands.
“Food will be here in thirty minutes. Now, suspense or comedy?” Alessia asks, snuggling up next to me. I kiss her forehead and peek up at Caroline; she’s staring at Alessia, her eyes look watery and I clear my throat. She gives a small nod and turns towards the TV as Justin wraps his arm around her waist.
“Suspense,” I reply. She puts on John Wick , and it makes me laugh on the inside, because she has no idea the shitshow that’s about to take over our lives.