“You’re not mad?” I asked.
“No, baby. I’m not mad.” He hugged me to him, resting his chin on my shoulder. “But just so you know, I still think it was hot as fuck that you knocked that slut on her ass tonight. You’re welcome to do that anytime you want, as long as you plan on getting naked when we get home.”
I giggled like some high school kid, but I couldn’t help it. I’d been so damn worried, so scared, and it was all for nothing. Ashes slid his hand up my abdomen until he cupped my breast, tweaking my nipple between his fingers. I moaned and my eyes slid shut. I rubbed my thighs together as an ache started between my legs. He played with my breasts and nipples, teasing me.
My breath caught and held as he moved his hand down my body, not stopping until his palm cupped my pussy. I lifted my hips, silently begging him for more. I needed to come. It had been so long, too long!
“Please, Archer.”
“Please, what?”
“I need you. Need… need…”
He swiped his finger over my clit and I cried out as sparks of pleasure shot along my nerve endings. “Need that?” he asked.
I nodded and whimpered as he lightly stroked the little bud. I came so fast it was almost embarrassing, but he seemed to love the effect he had on me. Before I realized what was happening, he’d stood with me in his arms. Water poured off us all over the floor, but he didn’t seem to care. Ashes strode over to the bathroom counter, setting me down on the space to the left of the sink. He pulled my ass to the edge, then dropped to his knees.
My breath caught at the first swipe of his tongue, and then I stopped thinking and focused on feeling. Every stroke against my clit made my thighs tremble and my heart race. Ashes made me come twice before he stood and gripped my hips. He blinked a few times, then his gaze held mine.
“Condoms. I don’t think I have any.”
I bit my lip and looked around. I didn’t really want to risk getting pregnant again right away, but I didn’t want to wait either. I pulled open the drawers I could reach, but none of them produced a condom.
“I can run to the store and grab a box,” he said.
“Or… you could see if the clubhouse has one? Or get one from someone there?” I suggested, not wanting to wait long enough for him to go shopping.
He snapped his fingers. “Prospects! I’ll call a Prospect and tell him to bring some.”
My cheeks warmed at the thought of the Prospects knowing we were having sex tonight. I still gave him a nod. It was better than the alternative. Ashes left and I heard him speaking to someone, then heard him walk out of the bedroom. Was I supposed to just… stay? Like this? I closed my legs and tried to ignore the chill in the air.
I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I didn’t think it was more than a few minutes. Ashes came back, a strip of three condoms hanging from his fingers and a smile on his face. I didn’t want to know who had brought them or I might never be able to hold eye contact with them again. He ripped one off the strip, tore it open, and rolled it down his cock.
“Come on, pretty girl. We’re moving this to the bedroom.”
He scooped me off the counter and carried me to our bed, the other condoms still gripped in his hand. He tossed them onto the nightstand before easing me down onto the mattress. The weight of his body pressed against me.
Ashes braced himself on his hands, his gaze locked with mine. My clit throbbed and my nipples ached. I needed him, wanted him. No one had ever made me feel the way Ashes did. The heat of his gaze burned into me as he shifted his hips and slowly sank into me. I moaned as he stretched and filled me, withdrawing only to push in again. I gripped his biceps, my nails digging into him.
“Archer, please…”
He growled and thrust harder. “I fucking love hearing you say my name when I’m balls-deep in your pussy.”
His filthy words made my breath catch as desire pulsed in my veins.
I whimpered and arched, lifting my hips.
“My dirty girl liked that,” he said with humor lacing his voice. He leaned down until his lips were near my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you hard and deep? Want me to pound this pussy so that you feel me for days?”
I never thought I could come just from words, but with his cock filling me and his mouth telling me filthy things, I came so hard I saw stars. “Archer!”
He growled and slammed into me over and over until I felt the hot spurts of his release as it filled the condom. As he stilled, his cock twitched and jerked inside me. He panted for breath and when he his gaze locked on mine, I knew that this was going to be the first of many times tonight. I wasn’t the only one who had missed the intimacy between us, and now that my fear wasn’t hanging over my head, I was going to enjoy every second of being in his bed. I only hoped we didn’t run out of condoms! I didn’t think three would be anywhere near enough.
Chapter Eight
Ashes
Cinder had called Church early this morning, but I was only half-listening. After an amazing night with Nikki, my mind was otherwise occupied. And not just because one of the condoms had broken. Nik had freaked out a bit, but even as exhausting as Oliver could be, I’d be thrilled if we had another kid. I could understand her wanting to wait a year or two, but sometimes fate had other ideas.
Halloween was our first holiday together as a family, but Thanksgiving and Christmas were coming soon. Even though Oliver was too small for it to have an impact on him, I wanted those days to be special for Nikki. More than that, I didn’t like that she was mine only in the eyes of my brothers. Even if she did wear my name across her back when she left the house, I knew that wouldn’t deter every guy out there. Some were just out and out assholes, but even a wedding ring wouldn’t keep those away. I’d been toying with the idea of asking her to marry me, but that was more for me than her in all honesty. I wanted her to have my last name, and the same for Oliver. I wanted her to legally be mine.
“Ashes, are you even listening?” Scratch asked, jerking my attention to the head of the table. Cinder was glaring my way, looking beyond pissed off. Shit.
“Sorry. I just…” I didn’t really have an excuse. Being preoccupied with thoughts of Nikki wasn’t going to fly as a reason to not pay attention.
Cinder pinched the bridge of his nose. Scratch leaned back in his chair, arms folded, and Havoc just stared me down. The only officers not making me wish I could sink through the floor, wouldn’t look at me at all. Great. I wondered if I could blame my memory loss for this one. No, I couldn’t. I wasn’t a pansy who couldn’t own up to his shit. “I was thinking about Nikki. I want to ask her to marry me,” I said.
“While I’m sure that seems like the most important thing in the world, can you possibly focus on the business at hand for now?” Scratch asked. “You fuck up, and someone can get killed. Maybe even you. This room isn’t the place for daydreaming.”
I knew that. I wasn’t an idiot, even if my memory was a giant black hole. I felt the burn as a blush climbed my neck, and I hoped like hell my face wasn’t on fire too. Nothing like being chastised like a little kid at a table full of badass bikers. “Sorry, VP. Won’t happen again.”
No one at the table looked like they believed me. Renegade snorted and shook his head. “She wears a size six ring and she hates diamonds,” he said. “Best jeweler is over on Main Street. Now focus, dipshit.”