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Ashton jumped straight into training, and then the season kicked off. I think it’s been good for him having the distraction. It’s kept him busy.

“You think Tess will let you take a vacation?” he asks. I know I’ve had some time off lately with flying back and forth.

“As long as the dollars are rolling in, baby, I don’t think she cares.”

He chuckles. “Good to know.” He nudges me with his hips, ready to go again.

This man is a machine. I learned that pretty early on. Another fun fact I quickly found out is that he loves giving oral as much as I do to him. I didn’t even know I liked it before he came along.

He still marvels at the fact I get off so easily with him, and revels in knowing that no other guy has been able to without a lot of hard work.

We re-lived another fantasy tonight when I stripped off and wore just his jersey. He loves to pretend he’s seeing me for the first time in the stands, and that’s all I have on.

Then he finally rips it off me, not before giving it to me from behind, pumping his hips to a torturous, luscious beat. Then he flips me over, ties my hands up above my head with his jersey, and pounds me into the mattress. We love to role-play as often as we can. It keeps things alive and interesting. We both also love the fantasy of doing risqué things outdoors. We tend to stick to my backyard when he’s in town. But we’ve locked ourselves away a few times when we’ve been out for a quickie. It gives me a rush like no other, and I know he loves it, too, ever since our first broom cupboard escapade.

We get lost in each other, and I absolutely love it.

My friends were over the moon when we made it official. Ashton has already met Wren’s boyfriend and they’re pretty tight chums, getting together whenever he’s in town. Elle keeps bugging us about introducing her to one of the guys on the circuit because she’s yet to meet Mr. Right.

Though, I don’t think she’d cope with the long-distance thing. It’s not for the fainthearted. Nor is it something I enjoy.

Em and Taylor were beyond ecstatic for us. Taylor has told us in no uncertain terms that we can never break it because it would mess up all the friendships.

He’s right, of course, but neither of us plans on breaking anything.

We’ve talked about making it official down the track, but it’s not mandatory to cement our love. I know he loves me, and he would do anything for me, and that’s all I need to know.

We already got through so much in such a short amount of time. The rest will work itself out.

“You know, I think we should re-enact that auction house scene next,” he muses into my neck.

“You led me astray from that moment on,” I muse right back at him.

And I’ve been along for the ride ever since.

A few months later…

Ashton

Life has been good to me, following everything bad that happened.

The funeral was very depressing, and the lawyer stuff got messy in some places.

I decided once and for all to take the paternity test right after the funeral. And I was beyond anxious during the time it took to receive the results. I wanted to know for myself.

The results came back showing James Falcon was in actual fact my biological father.

The fact left me reeling and speechless. Especially because he never knew the outcome.

But I believe in his heart, he knew the truth.

Maybe that’s why he was the way he was in so many respects. I believe he beat himself up, but never showed that side to us. He never opened up as a father because there was always thelingering doubt that I wasn’t his kid, and he didn’t want to believe it.

I just wished it could have all been revealed when he was alive. I know a part of me will wonder what was and what could have been had he known I really was his son.

It was also a great shock to me that dad left me everything in his will. It’s not something I have ever thought about.

So, with my half of the business being in some kind of complicated trust fund, it became less complicated when he died, as it was released soon after. With both shares of Falcon Enterprises, I became the owner and CEO. On paper, that is. I still had no desire to take over his companies. It would never have made me happy.

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