“It’s been one night and you’re like a lovesick puppy.” She laughs.
“Do I complain when you go on about Nathan?” I ask, lifting my brows.
“Well, no, but I’m sure I’ve not done that.” She wiggles her finger around in front of my face in accusation.
I lean into her to ensure no one else in class hears what I’m about to say. “That’s because he’s not made you come yet.”
“Ruby!” she squeals, earning her a warning scowl from our teacher.
“Facts, Harley. Facts.”
“Whatever.”
“So more on that subject. You planning on giving it up to him or you just hanging out some more?”
“I’m not sure. We haven’t talked about it. Plus, we haven’t exactly ever met anywhere to allow much more than a kiss.”
“Maybe you should plan something. Get a little one-on-one time, see where it goes.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Her eyes glaze over as she loses herself in her thoughts, much like I’m sure I was a few minutes ago, but I don’t point that out.
Finally, the bell rings, allowing us to pack up and go in search of food.
The hallways are packed as we move with the crowd toward the cafeteria.
“Look out, lover boy is already here,” Harley says, her height giving her the advantage of being able to see through the mass of bodies.
Turning, we make our way over to our usual tables as a smile starts to twitch at my lips at the thought of seeing him. I feel ridiculous, it was barely over an hour ago I saw him, but I miss him.
No wonder Harley wants new friends. I’m annoying myself.
Just as the crowd parts so we can make our way over, someone else beats me to Ash.
My teeth grind and my fists curl as I watch Krissy once again slide up to him.
Didn’t she get the fucking message yesterday that he wasn’t interested?
Something inside me snaps the second she lays her perfectly manicured hand on his chest.
A growl rips from my throat as Harley’s hand wraps around my forearm, but I rip it away from her and storm toward them.
He doesn’t have a chance to push her off, but his arms are rising to do so as I grip her upper arm as hard as I can, making sure my nails sink into her bare skin and I drag her away from him.
I swear to God the entire cafeteria sucks in a breath as they wait to see what’s going to happen next.
“He’s not fucking interested,” I seethe so quietly that only she’ll hear it before my arm flies out and my palm connects with her cheek with a loud slap. There’s a collective gasp that rolls through the room as Krissy’s hand comes up to cover the glowing red handprint on her cheek.
I step toward her as her tear-filled eyes meet mine. My chest heaves as I wait for what she’s going to say, but she doesn’t get a chance because I’m spun around and hauled into Ashton’s arms.
“I’m not even sorry,” he growls before slamming his lips down on mine.
His fingers thread into my hair and his arm wraps around my back to pin us together.
Silence still surrounds us as his tongue pushes past my lips to claim mine.
I have no idea how much time passes before he pulls back, his own breathing labored from our kiss. Conversations have started up again around us as he stares down at me, everyone clearly getting bored with the show.
“Fuck, I love you.”
His hand grips the back of my neck and his lips capture mine once more, but I’m so stunned by his words that I don’t respond.
“We need to get the fuck out of here right now.”
“Uh...” Before I know what’s happening, I find myself flipped over his shoulder as a round of cheers erupts from behind us. I don’t look up to see them, I’m too lost in Ashton.
I stare at his ass as he marches us out of the cafeteria, and he doesn’t set me down until we’re in the parking lot.
“Put this on,” he says, thrusting a helmet at me the second my feet are on the ground.
“W-what?” I ask, taking it from him when he gives me little choice because he releases it and climbs onto his bike.
“Put the fucking helmet on, Ruby,” he growls, the roughness of it hitting exactly where it’s meant to, and I squeeze my thighs together as I do as I’m told.
The engine comes to life and I climb on the back, assuming that’s what I’m meant to do, and no sooner have I wrapped my arms around his waist do we fly out of the parking lot.
“Oh my God,” I squeal. I’ve never been on the back of a bike before but I think... I think I kind of love it. Or that could just be the man I’m wrapped around like a koala bear.
The journey home is shorter than I think it’s ever been in my life and before I know it, I’m on my feet beside the bike and Ashton’s lips are back on mine.
“I need you, little one. I fucking need you right now,” he growls into my mouth, his grip on my chin almost too tight, but I freaking love the possessiveness of it.
“Y-you’ve got me.”
He lifts me into his arms so my legs wrap around his waist and after unlocking the door, he jogs up the stairs and crashes into his room.
We fall onto his bed in a mess of limbs and dirty kisses.
“Ashton,” I moan as he rips my shirt over my head and throws it behind him somewhere.
“Ruby, fuck.”
Holding himself up with one arm, his lips trail down my neck, his teeth graze my collarbone before he drags down the fabric covering my breast, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Ashton,” I cry, my back arching off the bed.
“More,” he groans between soft kisses and sharp nips to my sensitive skin. “I need more.”
He kisses down my stomach as his fingers slip around my back to release my bra. The fabric joins my shirt on the floor before he drags my skinny jeans and panties down my legs and dropping my sneakers to the floor with a thud as he pulls each off.
He stands at the edge of the bed, still fully dressed, staring down at me.
“So fucking beautiful, Ruby.” My skin burns and my core aches as his dark eyes take in every inch of me.
He drops to his knees before me and hooks both of my legs over his shoulders before kissing down my thigh toward where I need him most.
“Are you wet for me, little one?”
“Yes,” I whisper without any hesitation.
“You want my mouth?”
“Yes, Ash.”
He pulls his head back before he gets to my core and instead of using his tongue, he trails his finger over my sensitive skin.
“Perfect. Fucking perfect.” He dips his finger inside me, just enough to tease me before he leans forward and sucks my clit hard.
“Fuck,” I cry, my hips lifting from the bed, the sensation of the suction along with the tip of his tongue teasing my clit almost too much to take.
My hands thread through his hair, but I’m unsure if I want to pull him closer or push him away as his assault gets even more intense. I thought this morning was good, but that is going to pale in comparison to what’s building in my core right now.
Every muscle in my body pulls tight and the only thing I can focus on is the ball of desire that’s about to explode within me.
“Ash,” I cry. “Ash, I’m gon—” My release slams into me, stealing both my words and my breath simultaneously.