Page 54 of Bourbon Breakaway


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I know exactly what she’s thinking, because when it comes to Ashton Dane, I have never evaded the teasing, I just hope she doesn’t say it.

She doesn’t. “It’s so good to have the two of you back here in the Canyon.”

Ashton lifts a plate of chocolate cake to offer it to me. “It’s good to be back. So good I don’t think I could ever leave again.”

Monica swipes a tiny bit of frosting off the top of one cake and licks it. “Please don’t. Neither of you. I just love having the two of you back in my kitchen again.” Her eyes shimmer with something I can’t read. “And having you back enjoying the ranch.”

Enjoying the ranch? I can’t help it. My face flushes immediately dreaming of my baptism on their ride-on lawnmower.

I shove the cake into my mouth quickly. Ashton follows suit, but I don’t know about him, I don’t even taste it. Could Monica somehow know about the crotchless panties? Both our moms are switched on, and I don’t think I’ve ever pulled a fast one on my own. Monica is an eagle mama just like Joy.

We all finish tasting the cake and decide on chocolate, and by this point, it’s seven o’clock. Huxley has made all the notes he needs and clears up his supplies. Ashton and I arestuck. Is he asking the same question I am? How on earth am I going to get from the watchful eye of my mom up the stairs and into Ashton’s bedroom?

“Jojo.” My mom puts on her coat. “You wouldn’t mind dropping me home on the way to yours, would you? Monica brought me here. Seems silly for her to drive me back when you’re passing.”

“Course.” I dart my eyes to Ashton, guessing tonight isn’t meant to be. “Good luck with your physical therapist tomorrow. Let me know how it goes?”

“Will do.”

His eyes are apologetic, but I have to accept we won’t be knocking boots tonight.

I’ll have to settle for my fingers because Ashton is up at the crack of dawn for PT in Santa Fe.

When I get home, I shower and tell myself it’s a good time to catch up on my book. But I’m less than ten pages deep when my phone beeps.

PUP

YOU KNOW WHAT I’M THINKING ABOUT?

I place my book down on the bed beside me, smiling at my cell.

ME

SPREADING FROSTING ON MY PUSSY AND LICKING IT OFF?

I moisten my fingers and glide them across my seam but I’m already wet, so I guess my pussy read his text before I did.

PUP

THAT’S BETTER THAN WHAT I WAS THINKING…

My fingers work more swiftly knowing I pleased him and I wait for another text but my cell rings instead.

“Are you touching yourself?” His deep voice rumbles like low, distant thunder from a storm I wish would come here quick and soak me.

“Yes. Are you?” I rub in rough circles now, knowing he has his cock in his hand makes me hot.

“I’m thick as fuck right now thinking about that frosting spread on you. No way anything could make you taste better than you already do. Dip your fingers inside and have a taste for yourself.”

I’ve never tasted myself before. I do as he says and sink a finger inside me then lift it to my lips. “Mmm. Not bad…” I giggle at myself.

A dark laugh joins me from the other side. “You make me laugh, naughty girl… and that makes me even harder. I wish you could see how swollen my cock is for you right now.”

“I love your dick…” My clit is absolutely swollen at the thought of his manly hand wrapped around his enormous cock. I run longer, more even strokes over my nub because I’m already close.

“Everything about you makes me wild, Joey. I want you all the time…” His voice is becoming grainy.

“Mmm…. Me, too…”

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