When it’s finally over, he slowly removes his hand from between my legs and presses a gentle kiss to my lips before he slips his fingers into his mouth. I watch him, my own mouth falling open, a little bit disgusted and a lot turned on by what he’s doing.
“You taste good,” he says when he’s done licking his fingers. “Though you also kind of taste like chlorine.”
I shove at his shoulder and start to laugh, which is another surprise. I figured Ash and I would angrily hate-fuck each other, what with our turbulent past. “You’re kind of disgusting sometimes.”
“Hmm, and you’re kind of hot.” He kisses me once. Then again. “Watching you come was actually really hot.”
I’m embarrassed, but then again not really. “It’s your turn,” I remind him, but he’s already shaking his head.
“I bet it’s late,” he tells me. “You should go back to your room. Get some sleep.”
Say what? I don’t think so. “Ash. Come here.”
He slides away from me. “Nope. It’s all about you tonight.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” I move toward him, my body rippling through the water, and Mr.-I’m-so-Fast isn’t as fast as he thought. I catch him, circling my arm around the back of his neck, my other hand going for his front, and I feel the tip of his erection brush against my palm.
I swear his eyes cross just from that brief contact. “I don’t know if I can handle this,” he says.
“Handle what?”
“Your hands on my dick.” He releases a shuddery breath. “I’m gonna end up coming all over your fingers.”
His words conjure up an image I want to make happen. “That sounds nice.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “That’s not how I want this to go down.”
“Are you serious right now?” I reach for him again, tickling my fingers along his length. He’s big. Though really, I have no one else to compare him to, so I have no idea.
“Callahan.” His voice is a warning.
“I bet I’ll have you saying my first name within the next five minutes,” I croon, my fingers curling around the base.
His entire body jolts and he sends me an uneasy look. “I’ll make that wager.”
“You’re going to lose.” I start to stroke in earnest, just before I glide through the water and press my body completely against his.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Just teasing.” I reach for his erection and put it between my legs. I won’t let him inside, but oh my God, it feels so good to have him right there, pressing against me. Flesh on flesh, hot and hard and wet.
“I’m not wearing a condom,” he chokes out.
“And I’m not on the pill.” I am literally riding his dick, as they say. It’s between my legs, and I am sliding across it like it’s a pole made just for my pleasure. Which it sort of is, if you think about it.
“So what we’re doing is fucking risky as hell.” He gently pushes me away so I fall off his lap, leaving me floating in the water. “One thrust and I’d be inside you.”
I want that.
“And then I’d probably lose all control because that’s what you do to me, Autumn. You make me lose control and then I’d come inside you, and next thing we know, you’re pregnant.” He slowly shakes his head. “No way. Uh-uh. We’d be fucked.”
I know he’s right, but my heart pangs at the idea of us having a baby together. Which is insane, considering I’m only seventeen.
“Do you have condoms in your room?” I ask.
“What the hell, Autumn?” He runs his hands through his hair, slicking it back. “No, I don’t have condoms in your family’s guest room. I didn’t think I’d be having sex with anyone at the Callahan house while I’m recovering.”
“Yet here you are, naked in a hot tub with me.” I point at him. “And you called me Autumn. Twice.”
He grins, like he can’t stay mad at me. Not that I think he was angry in the first place. “You’re right, I did. You win.”
“I knew I would,” I say arrogantly.
“What do you want your prize to be?”
“Watching your face when I make you come for the first time,” I say sweetly.
From the look on Ash’s face, I can tell he’s surprised by my bold request. “I think I created a monster.”
“You so did.” I settle in on his lap once more but keep some distance between us, my fingers curling around him, and I start to stroke him in earnest. “We need to get condoms,” I say just before I kiss him.
“I’ll add it to the shopping list, honey,” he whispers against my lips, but then all thoughts of condoms and shopping lists and jokes disappear, replaced by needy groans and harshly whispered curse words while I work him into a frenzy.
I stroke and tease, rub my thumb against the tip, let him guide me when I’m not fast enough or rough enough. I’m pleasantly surprised at just how rough he wants it, and I finally slap his hand away, doing exactly as he shows me.
When he comes with a long, loud moan, I swallow it with my mouth, feel the spurt of his semen on my hand, and I smile in triumph against his lips.
Ash is right.
He did create a monster.
Twenty-Four
It’s the day after the hot tub incident and I’m walking down the hall toward my fourth-period class when I hear a familiar girl’s voice mutter, “Slut,” beneath her breath.
Pretty sure she’s talking about me.
Coming to a stop, I turn to find Rylie standing there. Glaring at me. “Did you just call me a slut?”
She nods and lifts her chin, her expression defiant. “You stole him from me.”
Unease trickles down my spine. I’m not used to confrontation. I avoid it as much as possible. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb, Ash moves in with your family and now you two are together! I know it!” Rylie yells.
I glance around, hoping no one is listening, but let’s be real. They’re all listening. Everyone’s down for a girl fight. “Keep your voice down.”
“Why? Because you don’t want people to know you’re fucking Asher Davis?”
How could she even know what happened between us last night? “We’re not together.” And that’s not a lie. We might be on our way to being a couple, but nothing’s official yet.
“Please.” Rylie rolls her eyes. “You may as well be. I know you two have had a thing for each other for years. I don’t care what Ash says, and I don’t care what you say either. The minute your famous daddy brought him home, you treat Ash like he’s your own personal toy to play with whenever you want.”
Now I’m getting mad. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Sure I do. You’re a man-stealing slut, that’s all I need to know.” Rylie shoves at my shoulder, propelling me backward into a couple of people walking by. One of them catches me before I fall on my ass, and I scramble to right myself, anger and fear sending me straight toward Rylie.