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My tongue dives into his mouth as my hips slide against his cock, the delta barbs hitting exactly where I need them to. My slick wets the fabric between us, the paint becoming a sensual, colorful lubricant.
My body tightens with each thrust against him, our passion escalating. His moans fuel my desire, and for a fleeting moment, I consider breaking his resolve, yearning to feel him inside of me, his barbs pressing and sliding in all the delicious ways. My whimpers and mewls fill the air as I devour his mouth, my nails digging in to restrain myself from stripping him down and using his body to satiate the primal need inside me.
A slow burn starts at the base of my spine, and I tear my mouth from his, needing to see him as we both come undone. Paint streaks around us, a vivid testament to our passion.
Ashton’s eyes nearly roll back in ecstasy. “I want to see you,” I tell him, my movements becoming more deliberate. “I want to watch you come for me.”
His face contorts with pleasure, and with a few strategic rolls of my hips, he shudders against me in climax.
The sight of him pushes me over the edge, my own orgasm crashing over me in waves, quelling the preheat simmering within. I prolong the moment, our eyes locked in silent understanding.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” Avery declares from the doorway.
Ashton groans, burying his head in my neck. “Came in my boxers like a teen.”
I gently cradle his head to my chest, savoring his breath against my sensitive skin. Avery’s appearance sparks a tantalizing thought—twins, one in front, one behind. The thought sends shivers down my spine.
Not yet. At least we had the presence of mind to keep our underwear on, now soaked with slick, cum, and paint. It’s an erotic image, one I know will fuel future fantasies.
Avery approaches, crouching before us as we catch our breaths. “How long before your heat?” he asks, brushing my hair off my shoulder.
I swallow, feeling uncertain. “No idea. I thought a week, I could be wrong. I just don’t know.” Even to my own ears, I sound so dejected.
He nods, then nudges his brother. “Come on, let’s get you two cleaned up.”
“Don’t ruin the canvas,” Ashton warns. “I want to keep it.” His eyes seek mine for approval.
“You should hang it on that blank wall,” I suggest, kissing him before rising. Avery scoops me up effortlessly, indifferent to the paint smearing on him.
In Avery’s arms, the world seems to steady. His strength is a quiet promise, a silent assurance that grounds me back to reality. His touch is different from Ashton’s, firmer yet equally tender, a contrast that stirs a mix of emotions within me.
As we move away from the canvas, our makeshift monument to passion, I can’t help but glance back at it. The swirls of color, the chaotic beauty of our intertwined forms captured in paint, is more than just a memory. It’s a piece of art that speaks of desire, connection, and unspoken promises.
Avery sets me down with a care that belies his rugged exterior. His eyes, so similar to Ashton’s yet uniquely his own, hold a depth of understanding and curiosity. “You okay?” he asks, his voice a low rumble that resonates within me.
I nod, still catching my breath, feeling the afterglow of the intense encounter. “I’m more than okay,” I reply, my voice a whisper of awe.
As Ashton joins us, there’s a moment of unspoken communication between the brothers—a look that conveys a thousand words. They stand side by side, two halves of a whole, yet each so distinctly individual.
The room fills with a sense of completion, a feeling of contentment that envelops us all. In this moment, the complexities of our lives and the challenges of our world all seem distant, overshadowed by the simple yet profound connection we share.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” Ashton says, his voice breaking the silence. “Then I’ll take you home.”
Home. To my cats. My nest. It’s where everything I worked so hard for remains. Only the thought of home no longer seems as appealing.
Not when I want to stay here.
CHAPTER 18
Seraphina
A yawn popsmy jaw as I fumble around the bakery, flicking on the lights at the crack of dawn. Behind me, Violet mumbles something about Monday mornings being the worst. At least, that’s what I think she’s mumbling about. She could be talking about something entirely different. My brain is just filling in the blanks, not running on all cylinders yet.
“I’m going to get the coffee brewing,” I announce, stifling another yawn. My head shakes in a feeble attempt to wake up more because, honestly, I did not get enough sleep. My eyes burn as if someone rubbed sandpaper in them.
Getting in just before midnight, only to start a shift at five in the morning, is possibly the worst decision I’ve ever made in my life, but honestly? I don’t have a single regret. Not one. My time with Ashton was simply incredible. Every touch from him had my toes curling and my brain melting, from the first to the last.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I shuffle to the front of the bakery and peer out at the darkened landscape. The walk down from the upstairs apartments was brutal this morning. The chill in the air made my face hurt, and Vee and I had to dash back inside just to find hats for the short walk to the bakery below.
