From Hallie?—
“It’s from Hallie,” he said.
Danger alert. I have cramps. Can you buy chocolate on the way home?
Okay, this was not a drill. Ash and I were pros.
“I’m on it,” he said, typing a response to her. “Is she still on her Maltesers kick?”
“Maltesers and Toblerone,” I replied. “Get her a bag of gummy bears too. She says she never wants them, but then she does—usually when the store is closed.”
He nodded, making a list. “And it has to be the Albanese brand, right?”
“Correct.” I eyed his list. “How are we on Nutella? She likes that on toast during the worst moments.”
“I might as well buy a new jar. I know you keep it hidden from the kids, but you don’t keep it hidden fromme.”
I laughed.
“The heating pad—it’s in the closet upstairs, right?” he asked.
“Yeah, and her bath bombs are hidden in a box under the sink so that Lily can’t find them.”
Poor girl could spend hours taking hot baths when her cramps were at their worst.
“I might as well pick up a bottle of painkillers too,” he added. “And listen, I love that girl with all my heart, but I struggle to believe the generic brand ain’t just as good.”
We’d had that debate before, but if Hallie wanted her fancy brand, so be it. The placebo effect was still very real.
“Okay, we’ll get out of here,” he said, pocketing his phone. “At least my hard-on’s dead. James is safe for the moment.”
I chuckled. “Drive safe. We won’t be too long.”
CHAPTER 7
Ash Riley
Okay, I had to fucking breathe. I pulled out from his ass and figured I needed at least ten minutes to regain my strength.
“Hurry, they’re gonna be up soon,” Nate panted, getting onto his back.
“Your dirty talk needs some work.” I stifled a laugh and tried to catch my breath. Fuck me, that might’ve been the fastest fuck we’d had since our twenties. “I can’t wait till we get our own bedroom again.” With that, I nudged his legs apart and dipped down to suck him off.
He legit threw a pillow over his face, but I still heard all the desperation in that groan.
It was our own fault. We’d wasted a solid twenty minutes on cuddling and flirting, only to remember, shit, our cockblockers would wake up any moment and we hadn’t gotten off since last night.
No teasing today. I sucked him down my throat and swallowed around him, and his thighs turned into granite with how much he tensed up.
His body, man—and it wasn’t that he went to the gym these days. Or, that wasn’t all of it. It was just…Nathan. How he aged, how he wore our memories, how he evolved, how his laugh lines enhanced every smile, how the brown in his hair glinted with silver in some places. I just fucking loved growing older with him.
He pushed away the pillow again and sucked in a breath.
I hummed around his cock and swallowed every drop of pre-come, and he slipped his fingers through my hair to hold me in place.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he breathed. “Just like that, baby.Close.”
I’ll get you there.
