Chapter 11
ASHLEY
Royce: Uh…is it just me or have Carter and Ash been washing those dishes for a suspiciously long time?
Heath: Carter has probably abducted her for a quickie. You know how he is. Keep the parents distracted. I’ll go check.
Royce: LOL cockblock him. Do it.
Heath:
A fter I helped Mom ice the chocolate cake to perfection, she carried it back through to serve while I insisted on doing the dishes.
Mainly because I wasn’t ready to go back in there and dive back into the heavy subjects just yet.
I needed a few more minutes to calm myself and remember that I was safe here. Jocelyn hadn’t won.
But had she? I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about what she’d said to Abigail, that she’d achieved her goals by keeping me as long as she had. What the fuck did that mean? Had she planted some awful subliminal command to kill my mom or something?
My hands trembled, and I buried them in the hot, soapy water of the sink to pretend like I was fine. Max had made a delicious ganache for the cake, but the kitchen did look like he’d set off a bomb in the cocoa powder jar.
“Need some help?” Carter asked, one hand resting gently on my waist as he kissed my hair.
I glanced up at him, a small smile touching my lips without needing to be forced. “No, I’ve got this. Thank you, though. Go eat some cake, I bet it’ll be delicious with that whiskey.”
“You’re right, it is. But I’d rather help you here. I’ll dry.”
Not waiting for me to accept, he grabbed a dish towel from the front of the oven and got to work drying the dishes I’d just washed. Yes, Mom and Max had a dishwasher, but baking utensils and bowls were always so awkward to stack in there that it was just easier to hand wash them.
With him helping, I finished the dishes in a matter of minutes, then started wiping down the countertops. Carter watched me for a moment, then snatched the sponge out of my hand and tossed it back into the sink.
“Hey, I was using that!” I protested.
He shrugged. “Tough. My patience ran out with the dishwater.” Then he grabbed me by the waist and hoisted my butt onto the now-clean countertop. “Fuck, I missed you, Spark.”
His lips claimed mine in a kiss that stole the air from my lungs and the worries from my head. The way he kissed me made me forget everything for a few moments, and I willingly tumbled into that bliss headfirst.
A small moan slipped out of me as he gripped me tight and pulled me against his body, our kisses turning extra heated with my legs wrapped around his waist.
“Fuck, Spark,” he gasped between deep, drugging kisses. “You’re going to need to be the responsible adult here and stop us before things get carried away.”
I scoffed a little, already tugging his belt open. “What if I wanna get carried away?”
Carter sucked in a shaking breath, then somehow managed to strip my activewear leggings off so fast, I yelped when the cold granite countertop kissed my bare ass. His grin was pure wickedness. “I only live to please you, Spark. But you’d better be quiet about it if you don’t want an audience.”
I clapped a hand over my own mouth, making him laugh, but a moment later, he’d shoved his own pants down and lined himself up with my core. Then he held my gaze with those bottomless blue eyes of his while he thrust inside.
The instant satisfaction of our bodies locking together saw me groan and my eyes roll back in my head. Fuck covering my mouth—I needed to be holding onto Carter because he wasn’t messing around, already pulling out to slam back in without giving me any time to adjust.
“Holy shit,” I squeaked, the force nearly sending me across the counter.
He chuckled again, his fingers biting into my thighs to hold me still at the edge of the granite. “Shhh, Spark. I just need to feel you come on my dick, then I can let you go.”
“Uh-huh,” I gasped, grasping the back of his neck with one hand and the front of his shirt with the other. “Oh fuck, Carter…I missed you too.”
“Dude!” someone exclaimed nearby, and I lifted one heavy lid to find Heath standing by the kitchen doorway. “Are you two serious right now? Here? Now? Ashes, your mom could walk back in here literally any second .”
I whimpered, already so fucking close to coming that I really badly did not want to picture my mom in any capacity whatsoever. Not while Carter was doing his best attempt at rearranging my insides on the kitchen counter.
“That’s why we’re being quick,” Carter replied with a grunt, not letting up his pace for even a second, “and quiet. Right, Spark?”
“Yup!” I squeaked out. “Quick and ohhhh fuck! ” I couldn’t help it—his dick was hitting me in just the right way to make me lose all sense of anything.
Except that I was about to come if he kept doing exactly what he was doing and— “Whoa! What?” Carter had just picked me up off the counter and set me on my feet, then spun me around to face Heath before thrusting in from behind.
“Shit, dude!” Heath protested, rushing forward to catch me when I would have otherwise lost balance and toppled to the floor. “What the hell?”
“Shhhh.” Carter chuckled. “She’s so close, but you know how our girl loves to scream. Do us a favor and gag her, would you?”
Heath’s shocked eyes met mine, and I licked my lips with euphoric anticipation. Then he whispered another curse and unzipped his jeans while I held onto his shoulders for balance while Carter fucked me a little slower from behind. He was giving Heath a chance to join in, and I loved that.
“That’s it, Spark,” Carter purred as I bent over and wrapped my lips around Heath’s cock. “Good girl, taking a quick trip to Paris in your mother’s kitchen.”
I wanted to laugh, but Heath’s hard, thick shaft was already so deep inside my mouth, it would have been impossible.
All I could do was hold on to his hips and rock between them as they fucked all the fear out of me.
Carter was right too—I was already so tightly wound up and ready to explode that it only took a matter of moments with the two of them double-teaming me before my core exploded in an eruption of sunshine, rainbows, and butterflies.
It was actually good thinking to gag me so very thoroughly, because even my muffled screams and moans were louder than intended. Quiet, breathless laughter came from both guys as they continued fucking me through my climax.
“I’m going to come any second,” Carter admitted in a rough voice while my head swam, my hands shaking where I gripped Heath’s hips. “You?”
“Yeah,” Heath agreed. “On three?” He said it jokingly, laughter shaking his voice, but Carter grunted and grabbed my hips harder.
“Three.” He thrust hard, Heath matching the movement. They weren’t actually serious, though. “Two.” Thrust . “One.”
Holy fuck . The double sensation of them coming inside me was shocking in an unexpectedly pleasant sort of way, and I swallowed fast to keep from choking on Heath’s load.
“Nice,” Heath laughed, and I glanced up in time to catch him high-fiving Carter. Fucking boys . I couldn’t even be mad about it, either, because I definitely got the best position in this configuration. I’d take double dicking over high fives any damn day of the week.
Carter kept his hands on my hips, balancing me as I straightened up and wiped saliva from my face with the back of my hand. Heath grabbed my pants from where they’d been discarded and knelt before me to help me get them back on while all my limbs still trembled with the overdose of endorphins.
“You feel a little better, Ashes?” Heath murmured once my tight leggings were back in place covering my ass and his pants were done up. He cupped my face in his hands and brushed the sweetest kiss over my swollen lips. “Mmm, this mouth…”
“I feel…” I whispered, thinking over his question. “Yeah. Yeah, I do feel better.”
Carter swept my hair aside and bent his head to kiss the bend of my neck. “Royce is going to be so pissed that he missed out.” And yet he sounded positively gleeful about that fact.
“Well, let that be a lesson to always wash the dishes,” Heath replied, grinning widely. “Fuck, I needed that. I finally feel alive again.” His lips crushed to mine in a kiss much hotter and more possessive than the soft one he’d just given me, and I moaned a little.
Carter’s hands circled my waist, hugging me against his body even as Heath continued kissing me like we had all the time in the fucking world. Eventually, though, they both released me with twin reluctance.
“We should get back in there before Carina comes looking for us all,” Carter muttered with an edge of frustration. “Maybe we shouldn’t sleep here tonight, though.”
I nodded my agreement, already thinking of all the ways I wanted to have the four of them sharing me in bed and debating how many times they could make me come before I passed out or became dehydrated.
Wait.
Three.
The three of them. Carter, Heath, and Royce. Three. I’d chalk that math slipup to overexhaustion and residual brain fog.
“It’s already past midnight,” Heath reminded us, ever the voice of reason. “We should probably let Ashes sleep after the ordeal she’s been through.”
Carter sighed heavily, sweeping a hand over his short, dark hair as he grabbed a cloth to wipe down the countertop once more.
“I hate when you’re logical and sensible, Briggs.
” He tossed the cloth back into the sink, then swaggered his sexy ass out of the kitchen once more, practically oozing satisfaction.
Heath just smiled, offering me his hand. “Shall we go and finish this discussion so you can get some sleep?”
I licked my lips, hesitating. I’d just been spit-roasted in the kitchen, and there was no way I wasn’t wearing the telltale signs of a great fucking all over me right now.
Mom was not an idiot—she’d know, and then I wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye for at least a week.
Like the time she’d found my vibrator while changing my sheets and put it away in my bedside drawer alongside my other vibrators. Mortifying.
“Can you just tell my mom that I’ve got a headache and already gone to bed?” I asked instead. “It’s not technically a lie…I did have a headache until you two knocked it clean out of me.”
Heath nodded, then pulled me in to kiss once more. “You’ve got it, babe. I love you.”
My heart squeezed, and my belly fluttered with delight at hearing those words on his lips, when a few days ago I thought it’d never happen again. I desperately wanted to say it back, but it felt so anticlimactic as a knee-jerk response to him saying it. Instead, I just nodded, like a moron.
Heath gave a small sigh, then headed back toward the living room while I ducked out a different door and took the stairs two at a time to get up to my bedroom.
Sleep was an excellent idea, and I didn’t even bother showering after stripping out of my activewear.
I liked that I still smelled of Carter and Heath and wanted to bask in that glow as I drifted off.
Maybe it’d help my dreams stay on the right track.