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“So have I, Mike.” Then, Ash’s head swivels back my way. “Thanks for making this dinner a success, babe! I owe the success of the Colombo toyourgrandmother’s recipe.”
“You nailed it! No joke.” With a soft smile at my praise, Ash gets up to clean the table along with Tom, and makes a big production of curtsying with empty dishes in one hand.
Damn, I’m such a goner for Ashton Cooper. He’s got me wrapped around his little finger.
Ash exhibits an amazing mix of strength and kindness in all aspects of his life. And the sex is simply mind-blowing, kinks and all. Who would have thought that the baby steps I gladly took would turn out to be so fulfilling?
Seeing Ash come undone is my favorite kink!
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“By the way, congratulations on decluttering your place,” Tom jokes as the night progresses. It’s past midnight, so no longer my birthday, yet the show must go on.
Our little group inches forward in the long line for one of the hippest clubs in the area. LGBTQ bar and club, that is.
This isn’t my scene. I’ve held off until now. You should’ve seen Ash’s eyes widen when I told him that he could go to clubs without me, another hint that his former boyfriend had him on a short leash. As much as it may have suited Ash, I see things differently. I’m not saying that it’s better, just different. I’m amazed at how Ash is blossoming, expressing a more relaxed yet assertive side of himself. I’m not foolish enough to believe that it’s all my doing. New place. New job. New boyfriend. So, yeah, I’m definitely part of the equation. As for me, more often than not, I’m overwhelmed by this foreign feeling that I belong. With Ash. In his world. What we’re building.
Because Ash is my person.
And now I blame him for talking me into spending a Thursday night among a sea of people, gung-ho to drink and dance to oblivion. My newfound friends also confirmed that it was the perfect place to celebrate my birthday.
Some of the group goes clubbing every week; I bet they’re already inside having a blast. They all said that this place was worth the wait. I’ll be the judge of that, but for now, I look up at the three-story brick building, a former warehouse. Several dance floors for different tastes in music. Gay bingo once a month. A drag show every Friday.
“The stacks of boxes were a bit… suffocating,” Eve adds timidly. High-fives and fist bumps ensue.
“Oh, don’t look at me, guys! I may be a stylist, but Nino deserves your praise.” My boyfriend sets the record straight. My heart swells. My smile grows… and so does my cock. Isn’t he the most attentive and caring person ever?
Damn, I’m sappy, and I don’t even care.
I shrug at Ash’s words and offer Tom a small smile. “I have more time than you do is all.” I hear the others agree that the place looked cozier and brighter, but I soon zone out and occasionally nod to pretend that I’m following the conversation.
Everyone around us is staring at the Channing Tatum doppelgänger, who oozes sex in a corporate kind of way; from the way he’s blatantly ogling Audrey and she him, it’s pretty obvious where this is going. Physically, Mike is much more my type than Ash, but my mind, body, and soul don’t get the message. In a parallel universe where Mike and I were single, I totally would have volunteered to help him broaden his horizons. Experience has shown me that having a type is overrated.
“You’re up,” the bulky bouncer says in a low voice reminiscent of Barry White, and he moves the red velvet rope aside to let us into LGBTQ heaven.
As soon as we pass through the large doors, our friends rush to the bar in search of the rest of the group. Ash and I stay behind.
“Think you can keep up with my sexy moves that caught your attention on Halloween?”
“You noticed that, huh?”
His hand possessively grabs mine. Our eyes lock as his mouth stretches into an excited smile and we drift among the dancers, completely off tempo.
The sweetness of his touch warms my heart in an unexpected way. Peace settles over me. My racing pulse slows down. I’m ready. “You bet.”
“Come on.”
I capture his lips in a scorching kiss, my tongue making love with his. With each stroke, my body ignites. I will myself to keep the kiss somewhat clean, although my cock twitches and begs for attention. My free hand is tucked in his jeans pocket, squeezing his toned ass through the denim and pulling him closer to me. I contemplate the thought of a blowjob in the bathroom. For now, I opt for a different approach. He needs to know how I feel about him. I need to be able to say the words. We need to take this relationship to the next level… and lost in the sea of anonymous dancers is the perfect venue.
I reluctantly pull my hand from his pocket and wrench my mouth from his. His hooded eyes mirror my desire, and my breath hitches. My fingers intertwine with his. “Look, I’ve been meaning to say this for a while now…” I trail off, gathering the courage to spit out words that I’ve never uttered to another man. I open my mouth to speak, but I’m stopped in my tracks.
His fingers tug at mine as if we were back in Bali and he was drowning. Our bodies are flush against each other, and the racing beat of his heart resonates inside my head.How?
His face falls. He bites the corner of his lower lip and his panicked eyes plead with mine.Why?
“Can we go, please?”What?
“Ash, what’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
