She smiles lightly, and I tuck her under my arm as we walk into the room—together.
***
Ashiara
His cock is hard as a damn rock right now, and I can see it trying to break out of his pants as he sleeps peacefully beside me. I can picture my lips on it, my hand on it, and me on it. This is torture!
“Good morning,” he murmurs while turning over to hide his erection.
“Morning. I was about to go check on Trip. Anything in particular you want for breakfast?” I ask, hoping he didn’t catch my spying eyes and reddened cheeks.
“Um,” his cheeks flush for some reason, but he smirks and shakes his head. “I’ll just have some fruit and go for a run.”
“What?” I ask with a goofy grin.
“Nothing,” he says smiling.
I climb out of bed and throw myself together as he walks through the house with his glorious upper body exposed for all to see.
“Damn,” I groan to myself.
***
Tag
Ash’s lips are in a pouting motion when I walk in from a run on the beach, and my cock instantly hardens, pulsating painfully.
“What’s that look for?” I ask while walking toward her.
She looks up, and her cheeks stain red as she stares at my body, her eyes raking me over.
Hurry up and get off those fucking painkillers.
“Oh… I was reading the stuff about me.”
“The gold digger stuff?” Wren chirps as he walks in guzzling a bottle, sweating just as much as me after our run.
Bity bursts out laughing as he overhears us, and Ash’s lips exaggerate her sexy pout. Does she not know what she’s doing to me?
“I’m rich and you had my baby. There’s going to be a lot of gossip for a while. Don’t let it get to you,” I murmur softly while grabbing the bottle of water Erica proffers on her way to the chair.
“It’s not the gold digger stuff. I know I’m not a gold digger. It’s the pictures they dug up of me in high school. They’re terrible.”
Amazing.
Those tabloids are trashing her and she’s not the least bit fazed by it. Damn, I’m in love. I understand what Melanie meant now when she said Ash was the only one strong enough to be with me.
“Let me see,” I say teasingly while walking toward her.
“Hell no,” she laughs while tucking them under her body.
“Really? You think I can’t lift you?”
“I know you can, but you won’t because you don’t want to see how terribly tragic your son’s mother once looked.”
“Let me see,” Bity says while jerking one out from under her ass.
She squeals when I try to peek, and he starts dying laughing as she jumps up to hold me back. Her hands on my body halts my attack as I pretend to be subdued by her.