Page 56 of Wicked Titan

“I was so wet and horny I couldn’t go back to sleep,” I say, pushing back to meet his thrust as I purposely release another moan, relishing in the feeling of him coming undone. “So, I slid my fingers inside my pussy and took care of myself.”

“And what were you thinking about while you were fingering your pussy?”

“You,” I say truthfully. “I imagined it was you. Your fingers inside me. Your mouth on me. Your tongue licking me.”

His hand grips my throat, pulling me to him. “Tell me. Did you come all over your hand for me?”

“Yes,” I say, enjoying how the power of my words heighten his physical pleasure as he hangs on every detail. “I moaned your name when it happened.”

“You’re about to moan it again when you come on my dick.”

“Not if you don’t shut up.” I squeeze my walls, tightening around his cock as I feel him tense. His fingers grasp tighter around my throat before releasing, sliding under me to squeeze my chest before gripping each of my shoulders, fingers digging into my skin as he repeatedly pounds into me.

“I need you to hate me.”

I want to tell him I hate him. I should say the words again, but he’s consuming every ounce of me as he takes control back. Stripping me of words, he pulls another orgasm from me. Waves of immense pleasure flow through me as he continues pumping, and with a hard thrust, releases inside me.

Slowly he pulls out, falling on his side as his fingers slide into my hair. I think he’s going to say something, but he leans forward, kissing me. This kiss is different. It’s patient. Slow. It has a purpose, making me feel something other than lust. That’s when I know things are shifting again between us.

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It’s raining when I wake, still surrounded by his scent. A flood of memories from the night before makes me smile as his heavy arm rests across my stomach. Reaching up, I trail my finger along his jaw. A relaxed expression covers his face, it’s the first time I’m seeing him with his guard down, he looks at peace. I snuggle further into his embrace, tucking my head to his chest as his arm tightens around me. His hand lightly caresses my nude back as I take a deep breath in, sighing in contentment.

It’s not long before a knock sounds on the door. I tense up, pulling the covers up to shield myself as he lazily groans.

“Asher,” I whisper-yell, trying to wake him up as the knocking continues. “Someone is at the door.”

He curses, throwing the sheets off before sliding out of the bed and pulling on a pair of boxer briefs.

“What?” he says opening the door, speaking to someone who looks like they’re wearing a housekeeping uniform before closing the door again. His hand rubs up the rippled muscles of his stomach as I clench the sheet to my chest, desiring building as he grins.

Tossing the sheets back, he exposes my naked body, gazing at me while pulling me to the edge of the bed. “Breakfast in the shower, then breakfast downstairs.”

“You’re vulgar.” I blush, thinking of everything we’d done in the shower last night before we fell asleep.

His finger moves up my inner thigh before easily slipping between my folds as a seductive grin crosses his face. “Feels like you enjoy it.”

I curse him as he chuckles, dragging me off the bed. As we hurry to the bathroom, I hope for a repeat of last night.

* * *

We head downstairs after showering to find Victoria sitting at the kitchen table with her head resting in her hands.

“I’m never drinking again.”

Elliott walks into the kitchen, yelling a chipper, “Good morning!” as Victoria lifts her head, covering her ears, and shushes him.

Pointing between Asher and I, Elliott gives a thumbs up, and says loudly, “Glad you two worked out your frustrations.”

“You weren’t in the guest room.” Asher watches as Elliott sits at the table. “I thought you went home.”

“Nah … I crashed upstairs after I whooped Wade’s ass a few times at bowling.” Elliott makes a motion like he is rolling a bowling ball before loudly cheering for himself. “Strike!”

Victoria drops her head back on the table with a thud as she mumbles, “Kill me now.”

I get the feeling there’s a different reason Elliott wasn’t in the guest room, but I am staying far away from that subject.

Elliot and Asher chat for a few minutes before Asher looks to me. “Let’s go climbing.”