"I …" She hesitated.
I grabbed her cheeks, so she'd look into my eyes. "We've made our appearance, and I know we have more things to do on the agenda, but we don't need to talk to them anymore if you don't want to. Let them think you're mad. We know the truth, and tonight when we're at the meet and greet, let's drink all the free liquor and have a good time."
Ashleigh thought for a moment. "You're right."
"Great. Now, let's go tell them that we'll see them later."
"Okay." We walked back to the table, hand in hand. "We're going to go to our room. We both didn't sleep on the flight here, but we'll see you all later at the meet and greet."
I grinned and looked directly at Dougie as I said, "We were doingotherthings," then winked.
We didn't wait for anyone to say goodbye or ask us to do anything else with them. Instead, we left, still holding hands.
"Your parents don't talk much, huh?" I asked as we got closer to our room.
"Not in front of Douglas and his parents, I guess." She shrugged.
"Why's that?"
"I think they think they'll embarrass themselves or something."
"Because they don't have designer clothes and shit?" I arched my brow.
"Or an education. I was the only one to go to college, and Douglas is in med school, and his dad is a lawyer."
"I didn't go to college, and I'd say I'm pretty smart. Maybe not book smart, but I can hold my own."
"I agree, but I meant that my parents probably think differently. Since they met Douglas, they've done nothing but try to be people they aren't. They don't dress like they are going golfing like my father is dressed right now. He's a mechanic who always has dirty hands."
"I bet Mr. Alexander doesn't even know what a timing belt is." We walked up the steps to our room.
Ashleigh snorted. "Probably not."
We changed into clothing that was more comfortable—her in a tank top and tiny shorts, and me in basketball shorts only—and slipped into the king-sized bed. It didn't take us long before we were both passed out.
I was a good boy and kept my hands to myself until I woke up from our nap. I went to the bathroom, and on my way back to the bed, stopped at my bag and grabbed a condom. The chemistry was there between us, and a good fucking would, with any luck, put Ashleigh more at ease. I wasn't planning on keeping my hands off of her at all over the next few days, and once we broke thesex ice, our passion would get showcased in front of everyone.
Hopefully.
Slipping into the bed, I wrapped my arm around Ashleigh's waist and brought her against my body. Her plush ass was warm and inviting as my dick started to harden against the feel of her. She moaned when my hand slid under her tank top and across her smooth skin, working up toward her ample breasts.
"Are you ready to relax more, baby?"
"God, yes."
I pulled her tank up and removed it, feeling her soft skin on mine as she tilted her head back, and I took her lips. Everything about Ashleigh was silky and smooth, and I wanted to devour every inch of her.
Our tongues worked together as I caressed her tits, making each nipple hard. Her ass started to move, rubbing against my dick, and I knew I needed to be inside of her and fast.
"I'm gonna fuck you, okay?"
"Yes," she breathed.
Not moving from my spooning position, I kissed her again. She started to turn onto her back, but I slipped my hand inside of her shorts, going for her clit to stop her from turning. She was dripping, which only caused my balls to ache more. I couldn't wait to feel her pussy wrapped around my shaft as I drove into her—I had been thinking about it since the evening we met.
"You're ready for me?" I smirked.
She grinned back. "Been ready."
