Chapter 44 #2
“This is right where I fell for you, you know. All those late nights when we would stay up messaging each other. Watching you in your room through this window, or seeing you by the window at your art station downstairs. You were so fucking mesmerizing as you existed in your space, so effortless and gorgeous, that I couldn’t look away. ”
I keep talking, keep touching, my fingers working her clit as she gets wetter. “That night you touched yourself in front of me? That was the single hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. You were so fucking beautiful. So perfect and uninhibited.”
She’s getting more turned on by my words, by my touch. I can feel it in the way her hips are moving, pressing back against me. She’s panting now, her breath fogging the glass. “Asher, please.”
“Spread your legs,” I rasp against her ear.
She does it immediately, widening her stance. I shift my position behind her, reaching down to grip my cock and notching it at her entrance.
“You’re it for me, bright eyes,” I groan. “You’re all there will ever be. The only one I’ll ever love.”
Then I press inside.
I have to work my way in, because it’s been a few days and she’s tighter than ever. I don’t want to hurt her, so I go slow, thrusting shallowly at first. I can feel her impatience to have me fully inside her as she rocks her hips back against me, trying to take more.
It feels so good. So intense. So incredible to be inside her again after days of believing I’d lost this, lost her.
When I’m finally fully seated inside her, buried to the hilt, I shudder, my whole body shaking with the effort of holding still. My balls are already tight with the need to come.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I choke out. “So tight around me. So perfect.”
She whimpers in response, her hands pressing harder against the glass. “More. Please, I need more.”
I give her what she needs, what we both need, drawing almost all the way out and then driving back in hard.
The pace builds quickly, need and the chemistry between us taking over as my hips clap against her ass.
I grip her full hips, steadying her as her legs shake, her fingers curling against the window.
When she gasps and arches into me, her back bowing, I spank her. Sharp and quick, my palm connecting with her ass, making her yelp in surprise and then moan hoarsely.
“Don’t ever believe that you aren’t perfect for me,” I tell her, spanking her again before soothing the sting with a soft caress. “You’re beautiful. Talented. Kind. Everything I’ve ever wanted and didn’t know I needed.”
“Asher!” she cries out, her pussy clenching tight around me. “Oh fuck!”
Our bodies move together in sync, the sound of our breaths and groans filling the room as pleasure gathers low in my gut.
When she comes hard, her whole body going rigid as she cries out my name again, I almost lose it entirely.
Her inner muscles clamp down on me like a vise, milking my cock as her head sags between her arms, her hair falling forward.
It would be so easy to follow her over the edge, but I want to see her come again. I want to wring every bit of pleasure out of her body that I can. So I grit my teeth hard against the pressure building in my balls, fighting back my own orgasm.
“Touch yourself. Work that pretty clit until you come on my cock one more time.” I keep thrusting, not letting up. “Show the whole world how gorgeous you look taking control of your pleasure.”
No one can actually see us through the window since the cabin is pretty out of the way, but I like knowing that we’d be visible from outside if anyone was looking. I like knowing that I’m fucking her in the exact same spot where I stood when I first told her I loved her.
She does it, her hand moving between her legs. I can feel the frantic movement of her fingers, brushing against my cock as she works her clit, and it makes my rhythm falter.
I hold off as long as I can, gritting my teeth so hard my jaw aches. And when she comes again, her legs wobbling from the force of it, I’m already letting go too.
Groaning deeply, I bend over her upper body, thrusting one last time before emptying myself. I latch my mouth onto her shoulder, sucking hard, marking her skin as the orgasm rolls through me, wave after wave of it.
As the last aftershocks jolt through me, I slump over her back a little.
My heart is thudding so hard that I’m sure she can feel it, shaking my ribs with each beat.
I grip her chin gently and turn her head, finding her lips with mine.
This kiss is long and deep and slow, our tongues sliding together as if we have all the time in the world.
Because now we do.
When we break apart and I slide out carefully, her legs are shaking too. We’re both so unsteady that we end up sliding down to sit on the floor by the window, our backs leaning against it, the cold glass a shock after all that heat.
But that’s not enough for me. I need her closer, so I pull her onto my lap so that she’s straddling me, her legs on either side of my hips.
Cum is leaking out of her, making a mess on my lap and thighs, but I like it.
I like feeling the evidence of what we just did, of how I marked her inside and out.
I brush her hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ears. Then I kiss the tear tracks that linger on her cheeks, dried now. “I’m so sorry. For everything. For not telling you sooner how I felt. For letting you believe Alexis’s lies even for a second.”
She shakes her head, her hands resting on my chest.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let Alexis and all my old fears get in my head like that.
I let it pull me away from you when I should have been running toward you.
” Then her expression shifts, turning serious and determined.
“But you can’t give up your contract. That’s your dream, Asher.
I know how much you love hockey, and I won’t let you lose that job because of me. ”
“I won’t be losing anything as long as I have you,” I tell her, meaning every word. “The contract doesn’t matter if you’re not in my life.”
She shakes her head adamantly, the spark of stubbornness that I love so much about her rising up. “No. I’m done letting my insecurities keep me from a good thing. And I sure as hell won’t let them keep you from a good thing either.”
She takes a breath, squaring her shoulders. “So what if I’m not what a hockey girlfriend ‘should’ look like? Who decides that anyway? Who decides what world I get to be a part of, if not me and you?”
My stomach clenches at the word she just used. Girlfriend. Not as part of our fake arrangement, but real. The first time it’s ever been said like that between us, and I fucking love it.
“Girlfriend?” I repeat, unable to stop the grin that tugs at my lips.
She flushes, her cheeks going pink. “If you want me to be.”
“Hell fucking yes I do, bright eyes.” I pull her in for another kiss, quick and hard.
“I want you to be my girlfriend, my partner, my everything. We can make it work. I can come back to Philly as often as I can. I’ll be there every second when I’m not practicing or playing. We’ll figure out the distance somehow.”
She hesitates, biting her lip. “Or…”
“Or what?”
“What if I came with you? To Denver.”
My heart stutters, seeming to stop for a second before starting up again like a drumbeat. “What?”
“I’m freelance. I can work from anywhere. I just need internet and my supplies.” She shrugs lightly, even though I can see how nervous she is. “It’s not like I’m super rooted in Philly anyway. I’ve moved around a lot already since I left Maplewood the first time.”
“You would really do that?” I murmur, my hands resting on her hips. “You’d move to Denver with me?”
“Yes.” She swallows, her eyes locked on mine.
“You asked me once why I moved around so much, why I never seemed to settle anywhere for long. And I said I didn’t know, that I just got restless.
But now I think it was because I was searching for a place that felt like home.
I just didn’t realize until now that ‘home’ isn’t a place for me. It’s a person. You. You’re my home.”
God, I love this woman so much.
I palm the back of her head, bringing her in for a kiss. Pouring everything I feel into it, trying to show her what her words mean to me.
“You’re my home too, bright eyes,” I whisper into our kiss. “Forever.”
For the first time in years, maybe in my entire life, I’m not afraid of that word. Forever used to terrify me, used to seem like a trap or a lie people told themselves.
But with her, it’s a promise I can’t wait to make.