9
Ashlynn
Neon Light – Cannons
W aking up the next morning, I am still wrapped in Anthony’s arms with him kissing my shoulder and moving across my back. Once he feels me moving a little, he leans into my ear saying, “Good morning, love.”
I smile instantly at the nickname. Stretching, I say, “Good Morning, how did you sleep?”
He tells me he slept very well. He is quiet for a moment; he leans up and looks down at me, with concern in his eyes, he says, “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I took you hard and I felt the stretch of you around me.”
After he says this, I notice that I am a bit sore, but in such a good way. Smiling up at him, I say, “No, you didn’t hurt me. It felt amazing.”
Giving me a cocky smile, he says, “Amazing, huh? I think I’m ready for round two, then breakfast!” Right as he says this, he is kissing me all over and I am turned on instantly. Still with my back against his chest, he lifts my leg and gently thrust in me from behind; he leans his head against my shoulders. “You are so tight baby, I love how you feel!” I can tell he is ready to cum with his labored breaths. He tells me through a moan, “Play with your clit, baby.” As soon as I start to lightly touch myself, I start to unravel. Listening to me, Anthony comes undone, and we are both a pile of heavy breathing and intertwined limbs.
After catching his breath, Anthony gets up to place an order for room service. When Anthony asks what I want to eat, I tell him, “I am good with whatever; I love breakfast!”
Nodding his head, he says, “Whatever it is then. I will order the whole breakfast menu!”
As he is placing the order, I am gazing at him when our eyes lock; he blows me a kiss and then rolls his tongue ring across his top lip. This makes me blush because I am remembering the feeling from last night of him licking me on my legs, neck, nipples and lower with his piercing. My body suddenly feels hot thinking about this. Getting back in bed, Anthony pulls me into him, and plays with my hair.
“You want to tell me how you came to get those nipples of yours pierced?” he asks. “I know you didn’t have those in high school. They are sexy as hell!”
I laugh at him and shake my head, telling him, “I was bored one night and just thought, I am going to get these pierced!” That’s one of the few things I did on a whim, why I chose that, I couldn’t tell you.
“You surprise me, Ashlynn! I would have never thought you would do something like that, but I’m not complaining!” Anthony says.
Once room service is delivered, we dig in. We skipped dinner on the account of the rain and being preoccupied.
As Anthony eats, he looks over at me and says again, “I’m sorry about rushing into last night. I know you asked to take things slow, but watching you in that sheer bra and G-string, I couldn’t not be with you in that way. I think you knew what you were doing wearing that here!”
I take a big bite of my French toast, and once I am done chewing, I say, “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t! However, I don’t know if things between us are ever going to be taken slow; we have a pull with each other, and I know you feel it too!”
He tells me the pull has always been there for him. Even somehow when we weren’t even together, he could feel it. So, could I. Once breakfast is finished and we have a ton of leftover food, Anthony tells me he wants me to come with him to meet a couple of the new riders on the circuit that he wants on the Pro Team. I am excited–I have never seen this side of the BMX business. Truth be told, I’ve never really seen how any of it works, besides the contest and videos the riders do for the sponsors.
Getting to the car, we start out toward Arlington to meet the riders: Mateo Cooper and Noah Oliver, both seventeen and locals to Arlington. As we drive, Anthony fills me in on all the insane tricks these two kids did at the Dallas stop, saying he is going to make them a part of the pro team versus the flow team. I feel just as excited about this as he does, and I don’t even own the company to sign these guys.
Once we make it to the destination, I am not surprised that it is a skate park. Parking the car, Anthony jumps out and comes around to open my door. Once I place my hand in his, he yanks me out of the car into a tight hug. Pulling away, he places each hand on the sides of my face and brings his lips to mine in a sweet kiss.
Once he is done kissing me, he pulls back and says, “Now, it’s time to go get some new riders.” He walks to the trunk and pulls his own bike out.
Smiling at him, I say, “Just like our high school days, I get to watch you ride a local park. Go get your riders! I will be right over here.” As I sit and watch all three flow throughout the park, I get a call from Heath.
Answering on the third ring, “Hey Heath! How are you doing?” I get a strange feeling since he is calling me, when I just spoke to him a few days ago, but try to not let it get to me.
He starts talking. “I’m doing good. I stopped by your house the other day and you weren’t home. I called Neha to ask if she knew where you were, and she said she had no idea. I am trying to stop the alarm known as Neha! So, where are you?” Crap, I didn’t want to say anything about Anthony and me to anyone. I know we are just starting out again fresh, and I want to savor it to myself for a while.
So, I tell him, “I had a family wedding to go to in Dallas. I will be home in a day.” He is not going to buy that excuse; I am the worst liar.
“A wedding in Dallas for a family member, right!” Heath says and is not buying it one bit. He doesn’t try to push it, though, and I am thankful for that. He continues talking, “I just got off the phone with a new publishing company and they want to work with you on your untitled suspense novel you have started over the past however many years it’s been.”
Stunned, I say, “I never submitted my drafts or anything to a publisher. I am not ready. It’s not good enough.”
Sighing loudly, he says, “Ashlynn, how many times do I have to tell you that you are an amazing writer and should be published? Here is your chance–put yourself out there.”
“Fine, I will think about it, but I have to go. I will call you once I am back home.”
As soon as I hang up, Anthony rides over to me with a concerned look on his face. “Is everything ok? You don’t look happy after that call.”
I tell him everything is fine and nothing to worry about.
“Good,” he says, jumping off his bike. He holds my hand. “I want you to come meet the new guys. I haven’t invited them to be on the pro team yet, so you get to see the excitement.” We make our way over to Noah and Mateo, both so young and getting something most young kids would fight over.
Anthony starts to talk. “I want you both to know how good of riders I think you both are, and I would like you to be a part of the Pro Team for Overbear.” Both of their eyes couldn’t get any wider. Their dreams have just come true to become professional BMX riders. I tell them both congratulations and to enjoy every minute of this! They both have earned it.
“I do have one stipulation to be on the team. I don’t want either of you two to drop out of school.” Anthony states. Mateo and Noah both look at each other really quick.
Mateo speaks first “Would a GED be acceptable? I just really want to concentrate on my riding.”
Noah answers next, “I don’t mind finishing high school online, if that’s cool with you. My parents only care that I finish school whatever way I want or can.”
Anthony considers this for a minute, probably messing with them and putting them both on edge. “Yeah, I am fine with whatever you all want to do, as long as you finish!”
“Deal,” they both say at the same time.
Once back in the car, Anthony turns to me, and says, “I want to take you to one of my favorite places in Dallas. I go to it every time I am in town.”
Back in town, we head for the Reunion Tower. I have never been here before; I am excited to see Dallas from this height. At the top, we have a 360-degree view of the city, and it is beautiful. The sun is just starting to set, painting the sky in orange and pink colors. Outside, we are on the observation deck, standing at the rails and looking out. Anthony comes up behind me and cages me in with his arm; looking down at his forearms, I run my hands over them and feel his muscles flex.
We both stand here in comfortable silence just looking out over Dallas. Still standing behind me, he puts his jaw on my shoulder and asks, “What was your phone call about? You didn’t seem happy when you got off the phone.”
I blow out a breath, saying, “Heath talked to a new publishing company about one of my suspense stories that I started a few years ago. It’s untitled and not yet fully completed.”
Anthony says, “I always wondered why I never saw your name on any books, honestly. Can I ask why you don’t write your own stories and books, instead of doing freelance work?”
I really don’t want to get into that reason this early on, but I need to be upfront with him. I turn around, still caged in his arms and say, “It’s stupid honestly, but my last boyfriend, Ryan, wasn’t the most supportive of my writing career. One night, I finally got the courage to show him one of my suspense stories I had been working on for a few months at that point. He was only a couple pages in when he looked up at me and just started laughing, saying, ‘No publisher is going to want to publish this shit. Just give up Ashlynn, it won’t happen for you. You need to give up and move on. It could be some sort of hobby.’” I let out a small laugh. “I haven’t written anything on my own since.”
I haven’t looked at Anthony while telling him all this, but if the grip on the rail is any indication of how pissed he is, I don’t want to look, but I do anyway. He looks like he wants to hurt someone. I shake my head and continue. “It’s stupid, I know. I let it get to me.”
Grabbing my chin between his fingers, he forces me to look up at him. With his voice low and serious, he says, “Ashlynn baby, that is not stupid. That fucker doesn’t know what he was talking about. I have read all your stories you had from high school, and they are all publishing material. Don’t ever let some asshole make you feel like you can’t do something. I think you should go for this and get your work out there. Share it with the world.”
I tell him I am scared, that it won’t be good.
“It will be good; it is good. I always loved that you would let me read your stories, even the unfinished ones,” Anthony says.
Smiling at him, I stand on my tiptoes to give him a kiss and I tell him I think I will do it and that I will need to call Heath and work out the details.
Eyes turning dark, he asks, “Who is Heath?”
I quickly tell him, “He is my agent/friend, who told me about this!”
“Good, I don’t have to worry about him hurting you! Now that that’s all figured out, let’s go get some dinner and possibly dessert,” Anthony says.
After dinner, we get back to the hotel and into the room. Laying back in bed, I ask if Nick knows that we are trying things out with each other. “He knows that I wanted you out here for the grand finale, but I didn’t elaborate on anything else. Are you trying to hide me, am I your dirty secret?”
I shake my head. “I haven’t had a chance to really process all this with us. It happened so fast, but I would like to keep it our dirty little secret for a while and just enjoy each other. Would you be ok with that? I know Neha would have a field day with us being together again.”
Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and running his fingers along my jawline, he says, “Ashlynn, I am ok with whatever you want to do, as long as we are on the same page, and I get to continue seeing you; I am fine with that, but you do know Neha is going to find out eventually, right? Nick is going back out to Colorado in a few days and is spending time with her until he has his next videos to do for his sponsor.”
Shit, I did not know this about Nick and Neha. I knew they stayed together in Denver, but I had no idea it turned into this. Oh, well–get it, girl! Anthony knows what I am thinking, and says, “Nick won’t say anything; he knows I am private, so don’t worry about him.” That is a relief!
Sitting in silence for a moment, Anthony asks, “By the way, when I talked to Neha at the tour, she said she didn’t give you much of a choice at 2 AM to go to the tour. What does that even mean?”
Laughing and rolling onto my stomach, I look over at him and tell him, “Neha likes to just show up at random hours at my house. Sometimes it is at 2 AM, yelling and banging on my door. That is when she told me about the tour and her interviews!”
Smiling, Anthony says, “That girl is something else.”