The moan slipped out before I could pull it back. Images of all the things I’d like Ashton to do to me but was too shy to ask for ran through my head.
“Elena,” he said, his voice throaty. “I don’t want you to be late and I see the look in your eyes. I’m going to go take a really fucking cold shower, but tonight you’re mine.” He captured my lips, stealing my breath, and left through the door to the bathroom.
My eyes darted back and forth between the food in front of me and the door, where I could hear the shower running.
Squirming in the bed, I shoveled down the omelet and got up to make my way into the bathroom.
The outline of his body was visible through the frosted glass and my nipples hardened into tight little buds. With one arm up on the wall in front of him, he was the picture of raw sensuality. And I wanted to have a taste.
Stepping into the shower behind him I wrapped my arms around his waist. Taking him into one of my hands, I gave his hard length a few slow strokes. His head dropped forward for a second before he turned around. I didn’t want to give him a chance to stop me so, stealing myself, I dropped to my knees, taking him into my mouth.
“Elena,” he hissed. “You don’t—”
I sucked him deeper, effectively cutting off any argument he planned to make. It was my first time giving a blowjob where each stroke didn’t come with an insult. Dominic would tell me what a bad job I was doing. Strange that, considering he always managed to get off. The sounds of Ashton’s satisfied grunts and groans led me to believe I was doing something right.
When my tongue drew small circles around the tip, Ashton slid his hands into my hair, his fingers clenching, tugging. It stung, but not in a bad way. His skin was silky against my tongue as I sucked him deeper. His hips pistoned forward and he stopped suddenly.
“Elena, I’m sorry—”
Not wanting to let go, I grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling him to me. He took the hint and began to slide in out of my mouth. All the while, I cupped his balls, rolling them around in my hands. His movements sped up, becoming stuttered and without rhythm.
“I’m gonna come, Elena,” he panted.
I knew why he was warning me, but I wanted it. I drew him into the back of my throat, gripping his ass, making sure he couldn’t pull out as I brought him over, his essence spilling into my mouth and down my throat. The second he finished I was yanked up and his mouth was on mine, my lips covered and possessed by his.
Lips parted.
Tongues dueled.
It was sensational.
He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine. “You didn’t have to do that,” he whispered, his breathing still labored.
“I wanted to.”
“Mmm . . . feel free to do that anytime you want.”
Those simple words banished more of the fear and insecurity.
“I will.”
He caressed down my stomach. I knew what he had in mind. Taking hold of his hand, I brought his palm to my lips. “You can have me tonight. Otherwise we’ll both be late.”
He kissed me quickly. “I hate it when you’re right.”
We finished our shower and got ready to face the day. Ashton’s would be much longer than mine, but there was something I needed to take care of when I got home from rehearsal.
Rehearsal went better than I expected; the only problem being how quickly it flew by. Nerves hit me. Although probably the easiest of all my problems to deal with, I wasn’t sure if I was quite ready to face more demons.
After Lewis dropped me off at the house, I sat in the living room staring at the phone. Not dialing, or talking on. Simply staring at the phone in my hand. My fingers trembled as I pressed each button and my stomach churned up the contents of my lunch.
What would they say? I hadn’t talked to them in five years. Had they given up and disowned me? Would they even still have the same number? The call connected and I almost puked. A soft, female voice answered.
“Hello?”
I took a deep breath and spoke. “Mom?”
“Laney?”
Hearing her use the name I’d grown up with made my throat close and I couldn’t breathe.
“Laney, is that you?”
“It’s me,” I croaked.
“Oh my God.” This was a muffled scraping and then Mom was yelling. “Lance. Lance. Our Laney is on the phone.”
There was more shouting.
“Put her on speaker,” my dad said.
“Laney, are you still there?”
I had to laugh at their antics. In five years, nothing about them had changed. “Yeah, I’m still here.”
“Where are you?” Mom asked the same time Dad said, “Are you still with that asshole?”
I sighed. “I’m still in Colorado and technically yes, but I’m going to start divorce proceedings.”