“What? You don’t want to come down my throat?” I ask while unclasping the front closure of my bra, allowing it to slide down my arms, then hooking my fingers in the lace fabric at my hips, pulling them down, coming eye to eye with his cock. A low keen leaves me, mouth salivating to taste him again.
“Next time. Right now, I want your cunt wrapped around my cock so tightly I don’t know where you end and I begin.” His words are like a punch to the gut, a kick to the heart, and a balm to my soul.
“Please, Asa, hurry.” My hands grasp his shoulders as he lifts me up by my hips, legs wrapping around his waist. Once again, I’m against the wall, the frames on the wall shaking as he slides inside me with one powerful thrust of his hips. My body is already locking up tight after the visual foreplay, the way my mouth was wrapped around his length, knowing that if I kept working him, he would have come down my throat. Getting up while getting him off is always the best reward.
“Son of a bitch, you need to let my cock go, babe. I’m not going to last, and you haven’t even come yet.” He groans. I let go of him barely, unable to stop my body from the onslaught of senses that are overwhelming me.
“No way. Move, Asa.” I buck my hips up when he attempts to hold still, trying to get him to move. The clench in his jaw and the way his eyes are closed so tightly crinkles appear on the sides tell me he’s on the edge of hell. We both are, and I can’t wait until he lets go.
“Not yet. It’s another memory. I’m not ready. Not yet.” He shakes his head no. How am I supposed to make him hurry through this after those words? I squeeze his shoulders, fingers pressing into the back of them, holding my body so still while Asa’s now open eyes blaze a trail down my body from the top of my head to my eyes, lingering on my lips before moving further south, landing on my chest, where my nipples are pebbled and my breathing is so heavy it’s only making them appeal more to his eyes.
“Fuck, Montana Rose, look at you all hot and bothered for me. I swear I’ll never ever willingly let this go, not what’s between us.” My hands slide up to his neck, pulling on him until his eyes are back on me.
“I know that, Asa, I knew that even when you left. We’ll always find our way back to each other.” Those words have him moving, taking what he wants, both of us in rapture as he quickens his movements. My core clenches down on his cock, unable to hold on to the orgasm that’s been simmering on the edge, triggering his right along with it, feeling the warmth coat me with everything that is this amazing man in front of me.
“I love you,” I whimper through my orgasm, hearing Asa respond with “Love you.” My head tips back, and I relish every single sensation, right here with Asa.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
montana
“How did you manage it?” Leena asks. We’re all out, everyone—Tanner and Marlie with her adorable pregnant baby belly, Keller and Alana with Jace, the cutest little kid who steals the show every time we’re together in the best way possible. He came walking inside the restaurant racing to say hello to everyone, grabbing the best spot sandwiched between Asa and Tanner.
“Manage what?” The only people missing are Mr. and Mrs. Hart and Deke. That’s because they’re in Alabama with him. They were done with the silent treatment, packed their bags and small motorhome, then they were off.
“You don’t know?” Leena asks. Marlie and Alana are listening in, full of intrigue.
“They didn’t tell you? Was it you, Marlie, Alana?” We have no clue what she’s talking about.
“No, doll, you’re going to have to give us a hint,” Alana says, sipping on her strawberry daiquiri. How anyone can drink those sweet and fruit-filled concoctions, I have no idea.
“Nope, Leena, you know I don’t get involved in the family business. I can hardly deal with my own at the moment.” Marlie goes after her dinner with gusto, sipping on her Diet Coke, grumbling how it’s not the same to have a Fiesta Friday at a Mexican restaurant and not drinking a margarita.
Asa has Jace sitting on his lap, showing him how to win at some kind of game, I’m assuming, on his phone with the way their eyes are glued to it. Jace’s little tongue is out in full concentration, and Asa is just along for the show.
“Uh-oh, someone has that look in their eyes,” Alana says. I straighten in my seat. I’ve always loved the way Asa interacts with his nephew; it’s the sweetest thing ever.