Chapter 7
Em
As he’s busy behind the grill, he greets me with a smile and a wave that I return when I clock in before slipping my apron over my head to meet Laura out front.
We hustle through eight hours, chatting about everything and nothing while customers keep a steady flow going.
Of course, she needles me with questions about Ash.
He woke me this morning with fresh coffee after he’d already showered, which I hadn’t heard at all. Nor had I felt him slipping out of bed once I fell asleep with him spooning me, still in his jeans. I was out like a light.
Letting me borrow his hoodie, he dropped me off at my place on his way to work, but he said he’ll pick me up again after my shift.
And I hope the night after that as well. I know we’re moving fast, but I want us to become a regular thing .
At the end of the night, I switch my apron for his sweatshirt, which I left on the hook in the kitchen, and say goodbye to Drew and Jake.
Ash awaits me in the alley out back. He’s scrolling on his phone but looks up when I step out.
He grins. His helmet sits on his lap; mine is strapped to the backseat.
“Miss me?” I drawl, taking the short flight of stairs down to him.
His dimple deepens. “ Hell yeah.”
He puts his phone away, and I slide in for a kiss, my fingers clasping his jaw.
His groan hums through me. “Damn, baby girl. If I start kissing you now, I’m not gonna stop.”
I like the sound of that.
“Promise?” I purr against his mouth. My teeth nip at his lip, and I swear I can feel the heat radiating off his body.
He gives me a soft grunt, then motions at my helmet. “Get on.”
I let out a laugh, but comply.
I slip the helmet on and tug the long sleeves of his hoodie over my fingers before wrapping my arms around him. I get why he’s wearing gloves. It’s not just the wind; bugs sting like a bitch at high speed.
We’re back at his place in what seems like minutes. He pulls into the garage and lowers the door, this time from the bike instead of the switch by the wall. Like he can’t wait to be away from prying eyes fast enough.
It makes me giddy .
We dismount, then the helmets come off; along with his gloves. Arms snaked around one another, we’re already kissing as we push into the house.
We make it down the hallway to his bedroom, lips locked, my hands tangled in his hair, his finding their way under my shirt.
Ash’s heated touch roams my bare skin with growing passion—my waist, my ribs, my back.
When we stumble through the door frame, I kick off my shoes before breaking from his kiss to rip the hoodie over my head. Then my hands dive under his.
He doesn’t need another cue. He helps me get it off and lets it drop behind him.
I watch the flare in his eyes ignite as my palms slide over his smooth chest. His tattooed pecs are too big for my small hands. I splay my fingers to grasp more of him.
My curious fingers drift lower to explore the ridges of his abs. The muscles flex under my caress. He’s rock solid everywhere.
Ash wears his jeans low; no belt. I bring my hands together over his stomach, hovering where a darker trail of hair leads to his fly.
I can feel his anticipating stare on my face as I release the button and drag the zipper down.
My eyes flick to his. “You know,” I say, pushing his briefs and pants down over his hips, “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
He squints through one eye. “Is that so?”
“Mm-hmm.” I give the waistband a tug, then motion for him to sit on the bed .
Ash plops down, leaning back onto his elbows.
Eyes on him, I lower myself between his legs. I run my hands over his thighs from his knees toward his crotch, sliding inward.
The slow, teasing motion earns me a groan. Ash bites his lower lip the way that makes my inhibitions crumble.
My pussy clenches at the sight of him. I lean forward, stroking his thighs like that again and watching his cock twitch in response.
I take his stiff length in my hand to stand him up and squeeze him a little while stroking him with my thumb.
His pulse beats against my palm. I think he’s swelling more at my touch, and I’m considering the possibility I might very well choke on him. With or without the piercing.
A bead of pre-cum awaits my tongue at his tip. I flick across to lap it up, then direct my attention to his jewelry.
Capturing his hooded gaze, I tease the ring. My thumb skims the length of his shaft down to the metal barbell in a slow pump.
My worry of whether I’m any good at this is cut off by the hiss through Ash’s clenched teeth.
I close my lips around the head, my tongue swirling the ring again before I slide lower.
The smooth head of his cock glides across the roof of my mouth toward the back and panic tickles up my nape. I pause, using my hand around the base of his shaft, because I don’t think I can fit it all.
I keep the pumping motion going, sucking him deeper down my throat, bit by bit to push my limits. I love the way he fills me. I can’t get enough. He feels so good .
My hand falls away as my lips stretch around the thick base, and then, oh God, take it all.
My hips rock. My clit throbs. The sensation of him at the back of my throat almost makes me come. It’s tight and slick and hard to breathe, but I don’t stop. I slide his length over my tongue again and again, taking every last inch.
Saliva pools around the seal of my lips. I swallow, and my throat squeezes him on his next thrust.
I moan around him as he fills me all the way to the back again. My pussy aches. I need him there, too.
The hum that carries from my lips up his shaft earns me another groan, and his hips buck to thrust himself deeper. I don’t think I can take it.
My extended tongue swirls the barbell seated at his base and somehow I do manage to overcome the crude intrusion.
A wave of pride chases through me at that.
“Fuck yes! Play with it,” Ash’s strained voice urges. I know he’s close. His motion grows fervorous as his breaths come in shorter, quicker grunts.
And then he arches off the bed.
Ash spills into me with a gush down my throat. I swallow, greedily, my hands squeezing his thighs to take in all the strength he has to offer.
“Fuck, baby girl.” Ash fans his fingers through my hair. “ I’ll be the one thinking about this all day tomorrow. And the next day,” he tags on with a little snort.
I withdraw my lips from around his cock.
“Strip,” he says in words as much as with his eyes. “I want you naked against me. ”
I push to my feet, and start with my jeans, taking everything off slowly like I’m putting on a show for him.
Ash drinks in every move. He unlaces his half boots without looking down, and toes them off before scooting further back onto the mattress.
“Turn around,” he tells me when I crawl up to him. “I want your ass grinding on me.”
I stretch out over his chest, my head beside his, resting on his shoulder.
“Spread your legs for me, baby girl.”
I lift my feet, and set them down on either side of him, baring myself toward the door which is still open to the hallway.
“Raise your arms.”
I comply, giving him better access to rove my front.
Ash’s palms stroke my breasts, rolling my nipples into even harder pebbles. My right hand in his hair, I tip my head back and arch off him, my ass grinding on top of him.
“That’s it, baby girl. Just like that,” he coaches me.
Goosebumps prickle my skin. Eyes toward the window behind us, I focus on his touch.
His dominant hand skates lower. His fingertips brush the crest of my pubic bone, then curve over.
Ash cradles me in his palm, fingers sliding through my slick folds.
I’m so fucking wet.
He acknowledges the same with a groan that sends shivers down my spine. I can feel him getting hard again .
The grind turns rough. His left hand shifts to my right breast, his arm of steel wrapping around my ribs and pinning me to his chest.
“Come for me, baby girl,” he huffs, his breaths as ragged as mine.
His stroking grows even harsher. I ride his hand without shame, giving myself over to the impending climax.
The tremors take over. They’re coming at me in waves, faster and faster when I hear the creak from the door.
My head snaps up and my eyes land on the tall, dark figure stepping into the room… his combat boots… his black hoodie…
Blood drains from my face with a cool tingle across my scalp. A gloved hand lowers his hood, and I get a full view of the mask.
No! No, this can’t be happening.
“ASH!” I push at the arm that’s trapping me.
Ash ignores my plea, and for a split second I think I might be hallucinating.
My heart pounds up my throat. I choke on a scream, squirming in his hold, trying to get free despite the vise he has me in.
But his fingers work me relentlessly. I can’t fight the climax. The man by the door reaches for his mask and raises it slowly.
I shatter the instant he reveals his face to me. I can’t contain my cry as I buck against Ash. The same green eyes… same dirty blond hair…
He’s a twin!
A fucking TWIN!