Chapter 22 #4
Ash takes my hand and brings my palm to his mouth. “In as many ways as you can imagine,” he answers. His lips brush against my wrist. “Are you ready to heal with me?”
My arms are back around him, my mouth on his as I hear the rattle of a belt being unbuckled. I use my feet to help him pull down his pants and boxers, and then we’re pressing up against each other, my heat enveloping his.
A rod of steel pushes against my lower belly, stoking the fire in my core as we grind against each other. “I need you inside me,” I moan, leaning back against my arms so I can see down through our bodies. His cock is hard and glistening. “Ash, please. I need you. Now.”
Ash takes himself in his hand and heat pools in my core as I watch his fist move up and down his shaft in slow, languid strokes.
His gaze flicks up to me. “Needing me now isn’t going to be enough for me, Belle,” he warns.
“If you want my cock, you’re going to have to give me more.
You’re going to have to take more. The good and the bad.
” He glides his glistening crown along the seam of my pussy, making me whimper with need.
“I’m not perfect, but I am yours. I’ve always been yours. ”
“I know.”
“And?” he demands.
I lean back into him. “I need more of you, Ash.”
His nostrils flare. “Still not enough, sweetheart.”
I know what he wants me to say, but I don’t know that I’m ready. “Ash…”
He presses his tip against my clit and coiling heat tightens in my center. Having him this close and still not inside me is blissful torture.
“You were always going to be the last woman I fucked, no matter how long I lived,” he says. “You’re it for me, Belle. You’re all I could want or need. I’m not whole without you.”
I cup his face, but as I bring my mouth to his, Ash tilts his head back.
“Tell me you feel something,” he grits out. “Anything.”
While my insides twist with need only he can satisfy, my chest floods with warmth. Ash is scared. For all his demands and all his possessiveness, he’s not sure yet if he’s offering up his broken heart to be healed or shattered. That realization brings all my defenses crashing down.
“I’m sick of fighting this,” I croak out.
“Of fighting you, and everyone who tries to get in our way.” My hands tremble as I hold his face along with his intense gaze.
“I want there to be an us. I want Piper to meet you, and know you, and love you as much as I do.” I choke on my words as they come out in a rush.
“I love you, Ash. I never stopped loving you.”
As his lips press carefully against mine, he presses his crown against my entrance. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, but he holds back. “Condom.”
I shake my head, tilting my hips so he’s seated a little deeper.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks.
Again, I shake my head. “If we’re doing this, I’m all in.”
Ash’s biceps twitch as he gives me one more moment to reconsider, but it’s not necessary. I want this. I’ve always wanted this. I’m done being scared.
“All in, Ash. No. More. Waiting.”
The wicked glint in my eye is reflected in his. He digs his fingers into my hips, and we both cry out as he thrusts forward. Stretching me. Filling me. Completing me.
My hands wrap around his neck as we hold ourselves tense, absorbing the shock of what we’re doing, and how we got here. This is where I want to be, and as I adjust to his size, the rippling pleasure from his pulsing cock makes my hips start to rock. There’s no way we can keep still.
Ash parts my lips with his tongue and swallows my groan as he slowly pulls out, then impales me again. And again. I meet him thrust for thrust, enjoying the sensation of him moving inside me. Finally, there are no barriers between us.
Ash ropes his arms around my waist. “I’m going to fuck you for the rest of your life, Belle,” he says huskily as he rotates his hips, rubbing against my swollen clit.
“I’ll fuck as many more babies into you as you want.
” His movements and his words zap jolts of pleasure up through my body.
“Or none at all if that’s how life goes.
” His circling turns into thrusts. “We take each day as it comes.” His pace picks up. “Does that sound good to you?”
“So good,” I say, panting.
He leans in until my back rests against the table. His arms bracket my head and I hold onto his shoulders as he drives into me. “I’ve got you, Belle. And it’s time to let go,” he says through gritted teeth.
My breasts bounce as he fucks me harder, faster. Pressure builds. It’s been building for years and now that Ash is inside me again, I need that release. My pussy tightens around him, and I feel him. All of him.
My coiling pleasure reaches explosive levels and my eyes roll back in my head. It’s almost too much. “I don’t… I can’t…”
I go to dig my fingers into his arms, but he’s solid muscle.
And he’s mine. Ash Griffin was, and always will be mine.
And I’ll always be his. This is how it was meant to be.
We were broken and now we’re whole. We complete each other.
It’s going to be OK. I’m going to be OK.
Ash has got me. I’m safe. I can… I will…
My orgasm blasts through me and washes away the past in a tidal wave of euphoria. As I scream his name, my inner walls contract hard enough to make Ash hiss.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says. “Strangle my cock like you’re never letting go.”
“I won’t let go,” I promise. “I’ll never let you go.”
Ash bucks and writhes as he chases his pleasure. His hard thrusts send more shockwaves through my body, faster and faster, until he lets out a groan, then another as he unloads inside me.
He's still groaning as he kisses me, and he groans some more when he finally withdraws. Our time is up and once we’ve caught our breath, we start gathering up our things. Barrett’s wedding band is one of the last things I pick up, and Ash watches as I put it in my pocket.
“I’m not leaving it here,” I explain. “If we did start making whiskey again, I wouldn’t want it tainting the first batches.”
Ash takes my hand and leads me through the barn. “Do you think it’s something you’d want to do?”
I’m already facing so many life changes, and the dream I had of making whiskey here with Ash feels like too big an ask from the fates. “Do you think we could get the lease back?”
“I’d say that’s entirely possible,” he says. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he gives me a sideways look. “All you have to do is ask the landowner.”
My heart stutters, but I manage to suppress the squeal so I can glare at him. “When did you buy the farm, Ash?”
“The day after I found out I’d become a father, and the mother of my child had lost her way,” he says softly. “Are you ready to find the right path again, Belle?”
There’s no hesitation. “With the help of a good man. Yes.”
His smile broadens at that.
I smile too. I see you, Ash Griffin.
As we step into the sunlight, I’m surprised it’s still light. A whole lifetime has passed since we entered the old distillery. Or to be more precise, it’s been rewritten.