Storm Front (The Charistown Series) (Volume 2) (22 page)

“That’s not a Prince Albert, Ryan.” His eyes rounded at her
clear knowledge of that particular kind of piercing. She could tell he wanted
to ask how she knew about such things and she also knew his pride would never
allow him to ask such a question.

“You’re right, Princess. And you would know a prince when
you saw one,” he chuckled. “It’s an Apadravya.” He brazenly stroked his cock as
she stared.

Her entire body clenched as she took in the scene in front
of her. The way he pleasured himself with abandon, his guttural moans of arousal.
The way he didn’t try to hide the fact that he was as turned on watching her
watching him as she was. Without breaking eye contact, Ryan spoke to her, his
voice hoarse and seductive. “You always did get turned on watching me touch
myself. Tell me, Ashley, is your pussy wet right now? Is it getting wetter
every second that you watch my hand pump my dick?” At his question, she
straddled his thighs once again and dipped her mouth to his hardened length.
“Fuck, baby…” Laving his arousal from root to tip she took him into her warm
willing mouth. “Oh. My. God.”

She loved hearing his groans and feeling his body spin out
of control. The few times that she had the opportunity to have him in her mouth
were the most powerful she’d ever felt in her life. No other man had ever had
that affect on her.

She sucked him deep to the back of her throat and then
slowly released him until his crown lay gently on her lips. She sucked on the
tip of his shaft just before she ran the back of her tongue up the sensitive
spot in the back of the head. Pleas fell from his lips like psalms bestowed
upon her, and she gloried in every one of them.

“Fuck, Ash, I…” Her mouth felt so goddamn good sucking him
in and bathing him in her warmth. Tingles spread over his skin making him pray
for the blessed torture to never end.

However, if she kept this up it would be only minutes before
it did. He could feel his balls tightening as his orgasm gathered in the base
of his spine. “Baby, I’m gonna come.”

From between gritted teeth, his warning was feeble at best.
He wanted to give her the chance to move but he hoped to fucking God she
didn’t. That was his last rational thought before his mind scattered and his
body came undone. He swore out loud as his release exploded from his body into
hers and he felt her warm mouth greedily accept what he gave her, taking it
down with soft breaths and even softer moans.

Finally gathering the energy to open his eyes, he looked at
the woman still lapping at his semi-erect cock and their gazes connected. He
felt magic of a different kind. “Come here, Princess.” She immediately complied
and he stroked her hair and laid soft kisses on her lips. “That was…
amazing
.”

“Thank you. You know, I learned how to give blow jobs by
reading books.” He felt a second of guilt pass through him just before she
winked at him and smiled.
God, I was such an asshole
, he reflected.

Knowing he needed more of her, he ran his knuckles down the
side of her body. “Let me show you what I learned how to do from this hot young
girl I used to date.” Ashley started to laugh until she found herself flipped
on her back and spread eagle on the bed. “You’re quick, Princess, but I’m
quicker,” he joked.

“Ry, I want you to fuck me,” Ashley’s raw voice sounded
wanton but Ryan knew he couldn’t let himself get carried away. He’d waited too
goddamn long to rush things now.

“Not yet, baby...” In a slow but calculated movement he
brushed his lips over each of her nipples before descending lower. Reaching her
stomach he rubbed his thumbs over her hipbones. His touch was light and
reverential. “More ink,” he observed. She didn’t respond and his eyes took in
the script that wrapped boldly from one hipbone to the other.

“‘Your light will guide me through the darkness, your
love will forever be my home.’
My God, Ashley, that’s beautiful. Did you
write that?”

“Yeah, it was the second tattoo I had done. They say
tattooing is an addiction…I think I’m an addict.” He placed small, silent
kisses on each of the words etched on her skin, then continued to make his way
to her core.

“I love that you wax.” The pads of his fingers grazed over
her smooth lips. “It’s so fucking hot. Christ, Ashley, there wasn’t anything
about you from before that I would have changed, yet seeing you like this”—his
eyes devoured her—“there’s nothing I’d change now, either. No matter what you
do, no matter how you change your appearance, you’re fucking perfect.”

“Yeah, I’m fucking great,”
she mumbled sarcastically.
Her words were lost the moment Ryan’s tongue touched her core
.
She
shivered as he spread her thighs wide open and feasted on her like a starving
man.

“Ahh, Ryan.” She pulled her lower lip between her teeth
stifling her cry. He slipped his finger into her tight pussy as he licked her
clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Don’t hold back, Princess. Let me hear you.”

His gruff request seemed to free her inhibitions as she gave
voice to the pleasure he was bestowing to her body. Ryan continued to lavish
the hardened pearl with long licks and soft nips. He plunged two fingers in and
out of her tight entrance, rubbing the soft skin against her pelvic bone. She
pressed her pussy up against his hungry mouth and arched her back as she melted
around him.

“Watching you come undone is like watching the sun rise,
Ashley. It’s the most breathtaking thing my eyes have ever seen, yet I know if
I’m lucky, I’ll get to see it again tomorrow.”

Shifting underneath him, Ashley smiled lazily, “There’s my
Romeo, I was wondering if I would see him again sometime soon.”

He looked down into her eyes and saw pieces of their past staring
back at him—pieces he wanted to recapture mixed with pieces he wished he could
forget. His arms were on either side of her head in a push-up position and she
lifted her hands to stroke his triceps. “I want your weight on me, Ry. I want
everything you have to give me, right here, right now.” He lowered his body to
hers absorbing her softness and her heat. His growl sounded almost feral to his
own ears, as he pressed the tip of his length into her soft, wet cunt.

She laced her fingers through his hair and pulled him down
for a kiss. Her flavor mingled with his scent was an erotic blend. She loved
the feeling of his tongue sliding into her mouth. His naked body once again
aligned with hers, and his fully erect cock lay nestled between her thighs waiting
for the right moment to enter her, claim her.

“Oh, God, Ash. Oh my God, baby… are we really doing this?”
After all this time—after everything they’d been through—they were finally at
this point. She was finally going to give herself to the only man she’d ever
loved. For one night she was going to push the self-doubt and loathing out of
her mind for just a little while. She reached between them, stroking him in her
palm. “Princess, wait, let me grab a condom.” She tightened her hold on him
just as he was about to pull away.

“Nothing between us, Ryan. Just this once, I want nothing
between us. I’m on the pill and I’m clean. Have you been careful?”

He nodded in the affirmative and leaned forward putting his
lips to her ear.

“Nothing between us, Princess…just you and me.” Her wish
came true, as her thoughts scattered like marbles on a hardwood floor. The
feeling of him sliding into her was indescribable in its own right, but add the
Apa to that and it was downright euphoric.

“Oh, fuck, Ry…” She whimpered, wrapping her long legs around
his waist and pulling him deeper into her. His approving groan made her smile.
They quickly found their rhythm as they rocked into each other in a tangle of
limbs, lips, and lust. Ryan fucked her mouth with his tongue with the same
rhythm he fucked her pussy with his cock, deep strokes followed by almost a
complete withdrawal and then slammed back into her with wild abandon. Ashley
was lost in a sexual haze that she had never experienced before. She knew it
would be like this with him. She knew back then that they’d explode when they
finally got together, but it didn’t happen then. Thank God it didn’t because
she would have never had the strength to leave him…then.

“I’m getting close, Ash, I want you to come with me.”

“Ryan, I’ve come twice…” Her breaths were short and quick as
their bodies continued to grind into one another’s. “It’s okay, I’m good.” She
leaned up to kiss him, but he pulled back.

“You’re more than just
‘good’
, and you’re gonna come
again with me.” His smug grin showed how certain he was of himself and his
abilities. Ashley smiled and pulled him down for the kiss he denied her just
mere seconds before. His fingers glided between their bodies and down over her
hardened clit. The added stimulation had her pulsing around him as another
orgasm started building in her already sensitive body. In and out he pumped
while massaging the pleasure spot at the entrance of her core.

“Christ, Ryan”—there was a small amount of humor in her
voice—“you are so fucking good.” She was close, so when he stroked her one last
time she flew apart around him, her inner walls eliciting his release.

Getting a towel from her bathroom, Ryan cleaned up a
sleeping Ashley and himself before climbing back into bed with her. She was
lying on her side at the far end of her bed, something else different from the
Ashley he’d known. When they were younger she’d slept in the center of her bed,
leaving a space on either side for the nights when he would sneak in her
window. Now it seemed as if she was giving him all the space he needed—as long
as he wasn’t near her.

Tough shit
, he thought as he settled in close to her,
pressing his chest to her back. Her warmth seeped through his skin, cradling
him into a deep sleep where he dreamt of coconut and sunshine.

Stud Named Reagan

ASHLEY OPENED HER eyes as the first
rays of dawn crept through her window. As she came to, she felt a large hand
cupping her breast, and the heat emanating from the warm body behind her and
memories of the previous night flooded her head.

It wasn’t a dream, Ryan
had
come to Danny’s on Main,
waltzing back into her life as if no time passed, as if no harm had been done,
and how had she responded? She’d just opened her door—and her legs—and let him
in.
What the fuck is wrong with me?

She lay still, not wanting to disturb him until she’d worked
out her exit plan, which was going to be tricky since they were in her fucking
house.
Shit. Why did I let him in?

She gave herself a mental slap before letting her eyes
wander to the muscular arm that held her tight to his chest. Running up his
forearm was a beautiful tattoo that she hadn’t noticed the previous night.
Well,
of course you didn’t notice, you slut,
she held in her snicker,
you were
too busy blowing him to look at his arm.
The thoughts of their joined
passion brought a small grin to her lips. She had to admit that the sex had
been amazing—more so than she’d imagined, and she’d imagined it a lot.

The quote inked onto his forearm was in French. Ashley took
French all four years of high school. In fact that was the only class she and
Ryan had shared.
Se Souvenir le passé, vivre le presente.
Remember the
past, but live in the present. The phrase was so poignant it startled her. Her
lungs burned from a lack of oxygen before she realized she had been holding her
breath.

“Breathe, Princess. Now that we’ve got each other
everything’s going to be okay.”

The pads of his fingers ran the length of her arm as he
pulled her naked body closer to his. Startled, she knifed up and hopped out of
bed. “Ash, what’s wrong?”

She knew she was about to break his heart. She could hear
the affection in his voice and the concern in his question. She’d seen the love
in his eyes last night but had chosen to ignore it, hoping to find peace for
just a few hours.

Dressing quickly in her yoga pants and her sports bra and
tank, she turned to him. He sat upright in her bed and his mussed hair screamed
hot sex. Her resolve also waivered when she saw his whiskered face, begging to
be kissed, but, no. She needed to rip off the bandage, and she needed to do it
now.

“Ryan.” Though her hands trembled her voice was firm. “Last
night was great, but it was a one-time thing. It will never happen again.” She
watched his face and saw the exact moment his confusion morphed into understanding.
“Are we clear?”

“Princess, you’re right, last night was amazing. But you are
so wrong if you think it’ll never happen again. I finally got you back and I’m
never letting you go again. I’m guessing I wasn’t the first to have your sweet
body, Ash—”

Anger swelled inside her like steam in a pressure cooker,
and her lid was just about to blow. Stomping over to him, she leaned down and
shoved her face into his. “My first? Are you kidding me? No, you weren’t my
first you cocky arrogant ass. You think I stopped living my life when you
dumped me? Do you think I’ve lived the past three years waiting for you to
grace me with your presence? ” She poked him in his hard naked chest with her
index finger and even through her fury she felt the sparks shoot up her arm. She
reacted immediately and took a step backward to place distance between them.

Other than the slight flinch when she jabbed him, Ryan
stayed perfectly still and listened quietly as her rant continued to bubble out
of her. “No Ryan, you were certainly
not
my first. My first time
happened two days after leaving Miami. I ended up in Georgia…” Her eyes grew
dark with the memory. “I’d decided to honor Leo by getting one of his tattoo’s
inked on me and after spending some time up close and pretty fucking personal
with the sexy stud of a tattoo artist named Reagan, we went back to his place.”
She watched as Ryan’s brows furrowed in disappointment, how he bit the inside
of his mouth, his tell when he was trying to reign in his frustration, and how
his chest rose and fell in quick succession as he fought to contain what she
could only imagine was disgust at her behavior.

“Yes, Ryan, I can see what you’re thinking, it’s written all
over your face.” She knew she was being unkind, she knew her words were cutting
him, but she couldn’t hold back any longer. With clenched fists and a trembling
lip she continued. “Yes, after everything you did to ensure my first time would
be special…magical, I lost my virginity to some random guy I just met.” Anger
and heart-break welled in her belly when Ryan broke eye contact and looked
away. “Oh, no, Ryan, you brought this up. You came here, you opened
this box
,
too late to close it, remember?” She repeated his words from the previous
night. “So after a few drinks, the name ‘Reagan’ started sounding a whole lot
like Ryan. He was sexy and wild, he didn’t care that I was a virgin—hell, he
didn’t know until he was deep inside of me. When we were done he offered to
hold me through the night. I slipped out while he slept and was gone the next day.
After all, I got what I needed. A little bit of my brother on my skin and a
little taste of you under it.” She tried and failed to reign in the anger from
her tone, all the while knowing that Ryan could read her and would surely see
the pain in her eyes.

“Ashley, I’m so sorry. I can’t put into words how sorry I
am. How knowing that your suffering was caused by me has been eating away at me
since the night Leo…” Ashley put up her hand to stop him from saying the words
out loud. “That’s why I stayed away for so long. You said if I loved you I
should let you go. I let you leave…even though every fiber of my being told me
I was making the biggest mistake of my life when I watched you drive away.”

“So what, Ry? You done loving me now?” She quipped, praying
for the strength to keep the tears at bay until she could make her escape.

“No, Princess, that’ll never happen. I just spent the past
three years figuring out the root of all my anger and jealousy, and I learned
how to control it. Now, I can love you the way you are meant to be loved. Now,
I can give you what you deserve.” His eyes begged forgiveness as he reached out
his hand to touch her. Ashley jerked back, avoiding his contact.

“What I want, is for you to get out of my house.” She
couldn’t contain the shrill sound of her voice. “I’m going for a run before
work. Be gone before I get back.”

Ryan let his outstretched hand fall to the bed. “I was in
that bed with you last night, Princess, and you don’t want me gone anymore than
I want to leave. I won’t be in your house when you get back. But you should
know that as of yesterday, I am an official employee of Danny’s on Main, so get
used to seeing me because I’m in it for the long haul.”

She tied her running shoes with a growl before jetting out
of the room. “Have a nice run, Princess.”

“Don’t call me Princess, asshole,” she relayed as she
slammed the door behind her.
What the fuck just happened?
She thought to
herself, standing on the other side of her bedroom door. Just before she walked
down the hallway, she heard Ryan chuckling in her room.

“Spicy, I think I’m beginning to understand the nickname,”
she heard as he spoke out loud through private laughter. “And I think I kind of
like it.” Ashley rolled her eyes and left her house.