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And he feels amazing in my core, stretching me, stroking me so deep. I shift and he groans, arching backward. His hips roll, lifting me up, and the slight push inside sends sparks up my back and makes my nipples harden more.
I put my hands on his broad shoulders and lift myself, then again, setting a rhythm that has us both writhing and moaning. I can feel the pressure mounting, liquid fire running in my veins, the pleasure filling my head with white noise.
“Oh god. So hot... So good.” Ash’s body tenses, the muscles in his legs taut and quivering. His fingers dig into my hips but he doesn’t do anything. Letting me take charge.
Tendons stand out in his neck and he’s looking at me through his long lashes, his gaze burning.
That look sends me over the edge. The pressure peaks, the pleasure sharpens and fireworks go off in my sight.
I shake and cry out as my body clenches around him. He swears, then, and snaps his hips upward, slamming deeper into me than ever, so that my mouth opens in one more wordless cry of pleasure.
A throaty moan leaves his lips as his cock swells inside me and then jerks, rocking me with aftershocks. Sweat rolls down his temples, and his hips buck beneath me once, twice, then once more.
He finally stills, panting harshly, his frame trembling. He lifts his hands to my ribs and pulls me so I rest on his chest, my head on his shoulder, his nose in my hair.
We’re still connected, and I know it’s in so many ways more than just two bodies drawing out the last drops of pleasure.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, suddenly remembering I’m pressing against cracked ribs and bruised flesh.
“Never been better,” he says.
I turn my head to kiss the salty skin of his neck. “Sure?”
He grins. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Of that I’m sure.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Asher
New Year’s Day is a quiet affair. After the mind-blowing sex, I manage to take a shower and dress on my own. The dizziness is driving me nuts, but it’s slowly easing. I’m still plagued by headaches, though, and even if the doctor says it’s normal and he expects them to fade in a few days, it’s damn annoying.
At midday, Zane swings by in the company of Rafe and Dylan, bringing food. Tessa comes by as well, and Audrey’s spunky friend, Dakota, and we all settle down around Audrey’s small dining table to eat Chinese take-out.
Everyone keeps shooting me covert glances, as if expecting me to faceplant my plate of Chow Mein.
What’s even more vexing, it might happen. My eyes keep closing. Taking my painkillers before lunch was a huge mistake. They do wonders for the headache and the pain in my back and ribs, but they hit like a kick to the head.
Audrey who’s sitting right next to me seems to realize my predicament. Without saying a word, she pushes her chair back and helps me to my feet. Like a damn child. It pisses me off that I’m still so weak but I prefer crashing on a bed out of sight than on top of the food-laden table with everyone’s concerned eyes on me.
Zane comes around the table to help, as if I’m an invalid, dammit. But I can’t complain as my head becomes heavier and my legs weaker. Damn, those painkillers are strong. I decide then and there I’ll ditch them and find something lighter.
I wake up much later, a cry strangled in my throat. Damn nightmares. I was running again in the streets, a sense of danger in my bones. Audrey. Audrey was in danger.
But she isn’t here. I lie alone on her double bed, on top of her purple comforter, my mouth dry and my head pounding. Someone has thrown a yellow blanket on top of me.
It takes me a moment to remember I’m not suffering from a hangover but from a beating and knock-out painkillers.
A noise makes me turn and I find Zane leaning against the doorjamb, arms folded over his chest.
What the hell? Is he there to chew me out over something? I really can’t remember doing anything but my mind’s still fuzzy.
“What?” I grumble, pushing myself to a sitting position, wincing as aches flare just about everywhere, from my head to my sock-clad feet. “What do you want?”
“You were out, fucker, for like four hours. I stayed to make sure you woke up again.”
“It’s the damn painkillers.”
“It’s more than that and you know it. You’ve pushed yourself too damn hard. Take it easy, okay?”
