I groan loudly, and I don’t care who hears me. In all reality, I want the world to know that I am getting the best and hottest blow job of my life. I angle my hips forward, so deep in her mouth and throat as I unload the massive load that has been building since she walked into the restaurant. Her mouth is relentless as she sucks me dry, draining me completely. I squeeze a fistful of her hair, her name falling so softly from my lips, I hardly hear it, but I know I said it. I draw in deep breaths, and then I feel her lips on mine. I hadn’t even realized she had moved. Her tongue is tangled with mine, and she squeezes my jaw with her fingers. I wrap my arms around her waist, but she stays so far away from me.
“What the hell? Come here.”
“No, I don’t want come on my dress,” she says against my lips, kissing my bottom lip. She is an utter mindfuck. I don’t care about her dress, I’m about to rip it off and have my way with her, but then she’s moving out of my arms.
Shit, I miss her.
“Come back.”
She waggles her brows at me. “Get it together, and then meet me back at the condo.”
My lips curve as I watch her trying to make herself presentable and not look as if she’s just had a cock in her mouth. Others might not know, but I do, and seeing her flushed face is giving me the feels. “Seriously? You’re gonna suck me like that and then leave me to think of you until I get back to the condo?”
Her eyes flash with mischief. “Yup.”
“Rude.”
She kisses me again but doesn’t let me grab her the way I want. “How do you think I feel? You’ve wined, dined, and made me feel a way I can’t even put in words. It’s my turn.”
“Ally T, you’re killing me.”
The most sinister grin comes over that swollen mouth. “Ash, how do you think I feel? I’m dripping wet, and I have to wait for you to get home.”
“Oh, so rude,” I groan, and she purses her lips at me. I go to grab her, but she smacks my hands away. “Playing hard to get?”
She laughs, hard. “Yup. Also letting you know now, I might need to get myself off before you show up. I don’t think I can wait, since you gotta pay the bill and all.”
I honestly don’t know how my cock is still alive at this point, but blood is rushing to it once more. “So fucking rude.” She licks her lips. I swear, she is one fucking hot woman. Her lipstick is smeared along her thick lips, but the tilt of them is what has me vibrating all over. “Damn, you’re beautiful, Ally T.”
Her eyes darken. “Hurry home.”
I swallow hard as she wipes her mouth and then leaves as if nothing just happened.
As if she didn’t just rock my world.
And fucking made me feel something.
Something real.
Something scary.
Something I’ve never felt before and would have ignored with anyone else.
Fucking Emery and Stella.
And Ally.
Damn it. These women are going to kill me.
I lean on the counter, feeding Ally one of the leftover strawberries I had boxed up for us. She leans on the bar, her teeth grazing my fingers, and she is delectably naked underneath my white tee. I’m aware I think she is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, but it seems that, at every turn, she becomes more and more beautiful. As if every time, I’m seeing her in a new light. I don’t know what it is about this night, but it’s fucking magic.
She’s like a fairy tale.
I can see her nipples through the shirt, and her hair is wild along her shoulders. Her makeup is gone, and those lips are swollen from my kisses. I’m pretty damn sure we broke my bed, and I’m unsure how we’re up and moving. But when she suggested we eat the rest of our dessert, I was down. Food may be a favorite of mine, but sitting across from Ally, I’ve decided she is my new favorite.
She licks her lips, and then her fingers, free of chocolate as she leans back, pulling her hair up and into a messy bun. “Shit, you wore me out.”
I grin. “Same. You’re one hot tamale, Ally T.”
She gives me a sneaky grin. “I actually like being sexy with you. I was a little nervous it would be weird.”
I lick the tips of my fingers, my eyes locked with hers. “Weird?”
She shrugs. “Yeah, I thought you’d want some soft, missionary sex, but damn, if you don’t fuck me like a paid hooker.”
I snort, almost choking on the strawberry I just ate. “My mom would be so proud.”
We both grimace at my awful joke. She grins as she crosses her legs. “Well, leaving your mom out of this, I happen to love it.”
“Good. I do too,” I say, reaching over and cupping her wrist. It’s not enough, though. I walk around the bar, and she watches me with confusion swirling in those green depths. I reach for her, picking her up out of the chair and carrying her to the couch. I set her in my lap, holding her close as I lie back. She snuggles deep into my chest as I move my hands up and down her hips. I kiss her temple, loving how close she is as I take in a deep inhale of her scent. She brings her hand up to my neck, holding my jaw, and I take it, feeling my mom’s ring under my palm. I think I should tell her it’s my mom’s, what it means to me. But I don’t want to yet. I want to wait.
“What does A.A. stand for?”
I look down to see she is inspecting the ring’s band touching the skin along the base of her finger.
It stands for Asher and Aiden, but I say, “Always, Asher.”
Wow, that lie came off my tongue like it belongs between us. I’ve never really lied to Ally, but here we are. I don’t even know what I’m doing.
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
I kiss her palm, the ring, and then the tip of each finger. I’m trying to distract her, but she’s in love with the ring. I clear my throat and ask, “You sure you gotta go?”
She nuzzles her nose along my jaw. I didn’t shave today, but I don’t think she minds. She’s been nuzzling like this at every turn. “Yeah. I have an early meeting with my adviser.”
“What for?”
She hesitates, and I feel her body going taut. I’m pretty sure this is what she wanted to talk about. “I finally got all my recommendations from everyone, so I sent off the majority of my applications for jobs that are open. We’re going to go over them, make sure I sent everything I needed, and then look at some leads she has for me.”
I move my nose in her hair as my stomach turns. “Where all did you apply?”
“All major market hockey cities. She wants me to expand to other sports, but I’d rather try for the field I want.”
I slowly nod against her head. “This is what you wanted to discuss, huh?”
She doesn’t answer right away, and I can feel the anxiety coming off her in waves. “Yeah. I know it’s months away, but I guess I’m in my head about what will happen with us if I get a job in another state. I put in for some rehab centers here, and of course, the Assassins. But Elli just hired a new sports psychologist last year, so I know she won’t hire me—or fire that girl—no matter how much she may want to.”
I swallow hard around the lump in my throat threatening to choke me. “Oh, okay.”
She moves, and I don’t want to let her go. I don’t want her to look me in the eye and see the fear I’m sure is all over my face. I knew she was graduating; I also knew the possibility of her leaving town was high, but having it in front of me, right in my face, is another feeling. I don’t want her to leave. I don’t want to leave either. She sits up, turning so her feet are at my hips. She leans on her knees, but she doesn’t look at me. “There is an awesome job in South Carolina, with the IceCats, that I’d love to get. I could also do that program Angie got into to further my education. But there are over a hundred applicants for this job, and I’m a brand-new college graduate.”