Until Ashlyn

by Aurora Rose Reynolds

  “I know, which is why I was hoping you’d still be in bed when I got back to you.”

  “Sorry,” I murmur, taking a sip of coffee.

  “It’s okay. I just know I’m going to have to share you with everyone later, so I wanted some time with just you.”

  “You’re alone with me right now,” I point out, and his mouth moves to my ear.

  “Yeah, but I’m not in you right now. And that’s where I really want to be.”

  “Oh,” I breathe as a shiver drifts through my body, and my thighs tighten together to ease the sudden ache there.

  Coasting his hand from my knee to my thigh, his hand around my waist glides forward to rest on the underside of my breast, and his words vibrate against my ear. “If we were home alone right now, I’d be fucking you, bent over the back of this chair we’re sitting on.” Squirming on his lap, feeling the hard ridge of his cock press into my ass, I bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. “Fuck.” His eyes go to the window behind us briefly then come back to me, dark with lust. “Are you wet for me?” His deeply spoken words slide over my skin as his hand slides under my shirt and down the front of my shorts.

  “Yes.” My eyes flare, and I try to turn my head to see if anyone is in the kitchen, but his free hand grabs my jaw, stopping me.

  “Spread your legs a little. Let me feel how wet you are for myself.”

  “Someone—”

  “Now,” he cuts me off, and my legs open ever so slightly. I am instantly rewarded with a flick to my swollen clit, making me gasp.

  “You have no idea how badly I want to eat you right now,” he groans, plunging one thick finger inside of me, and my breath gets trapped in my lungs. “I can practically taste your hot little cunt on my tongue.” His dirty words vibrate against my ear as one finger becomes two and his thumb begins to circle my clit. “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes.” I hold my coffee cup tighter, afraid I’ll spill the contents all over us, as my hips instinctively rock against his magical fingers.

  “You’re so fucking wet. If you were laid out in front of me, your juices would be soaking the bed and my face,” he growls, nipping my neck hard enough to sting. Closing my eyes, my core clenches around his fingers and my body starts to tie itself up into a tight knot. “As soon as I finish making you come, I want you to get up, go upstairs, then get undressed and spread your legs for me on the bed. Do you understand?” he questions, licking up the column of my throat.

  “Yes,” I pant, riding his fingers that are plunging in and out of me.

  “First, I’m going to clean you up with my mouth,” he groans as my pussy spasms. “Then, I’m going to fuck you on your hands and knees until you come.

  “Dillon.”

  “I know, baby.” His fingers speed up, and I pray no one is watching us. There is no way they won’t know what we are doing. “Once you come on my cock, I want you on your knees in front of me, sucking me off until I come down your throat.”

  “Yes,” I cry out as the knot inside of me suddenly unravels, and I fly apart in his arms. My teeth clench, my body shakes, and my mind empties of everything as one of the most spectacular orgasms I’ve ever had in my life rocks through me, leaving me with nothing but the feeling of him and me together.

  “You’re always so fucking beautiful when you come.” Turning my head, I find his lips with mine and kiss him as his fingers move from between my legs. Pulling his mouth away, I watch his fingers disappear between his lips and his eyes slide closed, only to snap back open. “Up.”

  “What?”

  “Up. Get your ass upstairs and do what I told you to do.”

  “You were serious?” I breathe as my legs start to shake.

  “I never joke when it comes to you.”

  Blood rushes to the surface of my skin, and I quickly get off his lap and drop my coffee cup to the edge of the fireplace.

  “See you upstairs,” I murmur, rushing inside, catching his smile as I go.

  “Fuck, baby.”

  Lifting my eyes to Dillon’s gorgeous face looking down at me, I moan around his cock. Watching his muscles flex and his jaw tighten, I feel my core convulse. He may be the one fucking into my mouth, but I’m the one with the power right now. Dropping my hand from his thigh, I slide it between my legs. My clit is so sensitive and swollen; not only did he eat me like he promised to do, he did it until I came three times, without giving me a chance to recover.

  “Jesus fucking Christ. Beautiful, so fucking beautiful,” he growls, raking his hands carefully through my hair and pulling the heavy strands back away from my face. “Are you wet again?” he asks, and I nod, keeping the rhythm of my mouth around his length and my fingers between my legs. “Give me your fingers. Let me taste you.”

  With a whine, I reluctantly pull my fingers away from my clit and raise my hand. Grabbing my wrist, he lifts my fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.

  “I should make you stop touching yourself. This should be about me getting off, not you. But I fucking love how you look with my cock in your mouth and your fingers between your legs.” Gliding my tongue around the tip of his cock, I suck hard, and he releases my wrist with a snarled, “Fuck.”

  Sliding his fingers softly through my hair once more, his head drops back, face toward the ceiling, and his stomach muscles contract. Working him faster, I suck and lick, using my hand and mouth in sync to bring him close to the edge, and then squeak as he suddenly pulls away from me and jerks me up off the ground with his hands under my arms.

  As he lifts me up, my legs automatically swing around his hips and my ankles lock behind his back as he impales me on his hard length. Walking the three steps to the closet, he opens the door, closes it behind us, and then shoves me up against the wall. “You. Make me crazy,” he growls, finding my clit with his thumb before pulling out and thrusting in hard. His thumb working me over and his cock thrusting in and out so hard sends me spiraling closer to the edge once more. I know this time when I come there will be no way for me to recover. As I dig my nails into his back, he buries his face in my neck.

  “Come with me,” he commands, and I do. My body tightens around his, my legs and arms holding him as tightly as I can as I fall over the edge, moaning his name and hearing him groan mine against my skin as he plants himself deep inside of me. Sliding us to the ground, I keep myself attached to him, not even a little ready to let him go.

  “I love having your family here, but I can’t wait until we have the house to ourselves again,” I whisper once our breathing has returned to normal and my heartbeat has slowed down.

  “Me too,” he agrees, then pulls me back and searches my face. “How are you feeling?”

  “Tired.” I laugh, dropping my forehead to his chest. “I feel like I could sleep for the rest of the day.”

  “I wish I could let you sleep, but people will be here in about an hour, so you need to shower and dress before then,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead, and I pull back and frown at him.

  “Who’s coming over?” I ask, and he sighs.

  “Please don’t ask a million quest—”

  “What the heck is going on, Dillon?” I interrupt, glaring at him, and his hands slide up my waist.

  “Do you love me?” Knowing that’s a trick question, I press my lips tightly together in refusal then feel his hand slide up to cup my breast. “You better answer that with a yes.” He pinches my nipples, and I jerk back, covering my chest, glaring at him even harder. “Tell me you love me,” he repeats on a growl, pulling me tightly against him.

  I hiss, “You know I love you. Now tell me what’s going on.”

  “I’m not telling you, so stop asking.”

  “D—”

  “Quiet,” he barks, taking my mouth in a deep kiss, cutting me off.

  Forty minutes later, my body and mind are so lost in a state of euphoria that I don’t even care that he told me to be quiet, remember about people coming over, or question him again about dinner as he puts me in the show
er.

  Chapter 12

  Dillon

  I can’t believe I thought this was a fucking good idea. Shaking my head to myself, I walk across the open second floor landing to the bedroom where I hear the sound of women talking and laughing. It kills me to share Ashlyn, so I don’t know why I thought today would be a good idea, or why I let her mom talk me into having all the girls over to hang out and help her get ready, when I knew it would mean I’d get zero time alone with her. Looking around our room as I enter, I scan until my eyes land on my wife sitting on a chair in front of the bed with her feet tucked under her, and Kim standing behind her, putting her hair up in some kind of elaborate style.

  I head across the wood floors toward her, and she pulls her attention from her cousins that are sitting on the bed as her eyes come to me. “Hey.” Her face softens as our gazes connect. Seeing the happiness in her eyes, the annoyance I’ve been feeling all day washes away instantly.

  “Hey, baby.” I get down on my haunches at her side, rest my hand on the side of her neck, and lower my voice, “I’m going to ride with Parker and the boys over to the restaurant, and your mom is going to drive you over once you’re done getting ready.”

  “Oh, I thought I’d be riding with you.” She pouts, making me smile.

  “I know, but you’re gonna be a bit, and the boys are getting antsy,” I lie, running my thumb along her jaw before tugging her chin toward me so I can kiss her. “I want you to wear this.” I pull out a blindfold and she opens her mouth, but I cut her off before she can ask why or protest. “Please.”

  Staring at me, she nods, but I can tell it’s killing her not to ask the million questions swirling around in her head. “I’ll see you soon.”

  “Okay, we shouldn’t be much longer,” she murmurs, taking ahold of the edge of my suit jacket and pulling me back toward her. I fight myself, knowing there are people watching us and pull away before I’m ready, when her lips hit mine. Fuck, but today cannot be over soon enough.

  Saying a quick goodbye to everyone in the room, I head back downstairs, meeting Lilly in the kitchen. “Tim sent a text a few minutes ago. They’ll be at the house soon,” I tell her as soon as I’m close, and her eyes fill with tears as she nods then rests her hand on my bicep.

  “Thank you for doing this. This means everything to Cash and me.”

  “I want her happy,” I say, trying to shrug off the feeling in my chest and gut as she looks at me with her chin wobbling.

  “You are a good man, Dillon. We’re lucky to have you as a part of our family,” she murmurs, getting up on her tiptoes and placing a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll have one of the girls send a text when we are on our way. Hopefully, we can pull this off.”

  “She knows something’s up, so don’t be surprised if it doesn’t work.” I give her a small smile then watch Parker and the twins come into the kitchen, dressed and ready to go.

  “It will work. She may think something is going on, but I guarantee you she’s not thinking she’s about to get married.”

  “We’re already married,” I mutter, and she grins, patting my chest.

  “Yes, you are. Now go, and we’ll see you there,” she says, giving Parker and the boys a wave before leaving the room.

  “Ready?”

  Looking at my brother, I nod. I was ready the first time I married her, and I’m more than ready this time.

  *

  “She’s out front,” Cash mumbles, looking from his cell phone to me before tucking it into the front pocket of his suit pants.

  “I’ll head out back and let them know.”

  Lifting his chin, he heads toward the front of the house while I make my way to the backyard where everyone is now waiting.

  Opening the door, I step out into the grass and take in the people mulling around, the white chairs lined up in rows, and the large gazebo decorated with colorful flowers and white tulle. “She’s here,” I inform the DJ as I pass him, and he nods then turns down the music, which causes a hush to fall over the crowd and people to immediately take their seats like planned. With the sun sitting high in the sky, I step up the two steps into the gazebo as Parker joins me.

  “I love you, man. I wish Mom and Dad could be here for this.” He pats my back, and I close my eyes briefly and turn to hug him. “Don’t get mushy and start crying,” he grumbles, hugging me back, and I grin, patting him once more before letting him go.

  As I turn to face the yard and the people sitting in chairs below, my lungs tighten as my eyes land on my beautiful wife standing at the end of the aisle with her eyes covered. Watching Lilly untie the blindfold, my breath comes out in a rush as her gaze moves over the yard and her mouth forms a small “O” before our eyes lock for one brief moment that seems to last a lifetime.

  Hearing “Thinking Out Loud” begin to play softly in the background, I watch Michelle come forward carrying a bouquet of white roses, placing them in Ashlyn’s shaking hands before kissing her cheek. It takes everything in me not to rush toward her as the tears filling her eyes spill over when her dad takes her hand and wraps it around his bicep with a pat.

  I thought nothing would ever be more beautiful than the moment she became mine in Vegas, but watching her walk down the aisle toward me with her face soft, love shining in her eyes, and a cream-colored dress that skims the curves of her body, I know I was wrong. Once she’s a few feet away, I step down from the gazebo and meet her and her dad, taking her hand he offers me.

  “Take care of her,” Cash says, looking at me before dropping his gaze to his daughter and leaning down, kissing her cheek, whispering something there for only her to hear, and letting her go. Leading her back up the steps, I take her hands in mine and direct her to stand in front of me as the officiate begins to speak.

  “As I’ve been reminded on numerous occasions by Mr. Keck over the last few days, Mrs. Keck is already his wife, so this is not a wedding,” he jokes, and the crowd laughs as Ashlyn smiles a watery smile up at me. “When Dillon came to me, he asked that today be a show of his devotion to his wife. And a moment for him and Mrs. Keck to share with all of you.” He pats my shoulder. “I believe you have a few things you’d like to say to your wife.”

  Nodding at him, I drop my gaze and look into Ashlyn’s eyes.

  “I stand before you, our family, and our friends and ask you, Ashlyn Keck, to be mine always,” I say, looking into her gorgeous face, feeling her pulse beat against my fingers wrapped around her wrists and I pull her closer, resting my forehead against hers. “For the rest of our lives, I will work at making you happy. In sickness, I will nurse you back to health. In health, I will encourage you to follow your dreams. In sadness, I will find a way to make you happy. And in happiness, I will be there to share your joy. There will never come a time when you are alone, because for the rest of our days, I will be by your side as your anchor, your strength, and the carrier of your heart, like you are the keeper of mine,” I whisper the last part, and watch tears fall from her eyes.

  “Oh, God, there is no way I can top that,” she sobs, and I grin, swiping away the tears that have trekked down her cheeks.

  “You don’t need to top it. All I ask is that you love me, baby,” I say softly, watching her eyes slide half-mast and her face soften even more.

  “Forever,” she whispers, dropping her forehead to my chest before tilting her face up to look at me. “There will never be a day I don’t love you. There will never be a time I don’t choose you. Thank you for giving me this.” She rests her hand over my heart and my jaw clenches. “It’s the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received, and I’m honored you trust me with protecting it.”

  “Christ.” I blink back the wetness in my eyes and take her left hand in both of mine. “This was a symbol of our start,” I state, toying with the plain white gold band around her finger. A band I put there on a wish that came true, a band I had no idea would mean everything to me. Then I reach into my pocket and take out the ring I’ve been carrying around since the moment I picked i
t up. “And this is a symbol of our forever,” I murmur, sliding the four carat diamond solitaire ring on her finger then lifting it to my lips, resting it there.

  Her eyes move from mine to her hand and she covers her mouth, shaking her head. “I… I can’t believe you did all of this.”

  Holding her against me, I move my mouth to her ear and speak only for her to hear, “I know we didn’t have the most traditional start, but I wanted you to have this moment to look back on. I wanted you to have a story to tell our kids one day, and I need you to know how important you are to me.” Leaning back, I swipe away the tears that are falling steadily from her eyes and watch her pull in a deep breath and look around.

  “I didn’t need this moment.” She smiles softly, throwing her hand out before resting both hands against my chest, and my heart trips over itself. “Since the moment I woke up as your wife, I’ve had thousands of moments that have shown me how important me and my happiness are to you.” She pauses, pulling in another deep breath. “I didn’t need this ring.” She holds up her hand then grins. “I love it, and I’m totally keeping it.” I chuckle at that, and then watch her face soften. “But I didn’t need it. In the end, it’s just a ring. My devotion to you lives in here.”

  She holds her hand over her heart then rests her hands back against my chest and leans closer. “I can’t wait to tell our kids how I married their dad in Vegas, and how the craziest thing I have ever done in my life was also the best and most beautiful thing I ever did,” she breathes, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. “I love you more than I ever thought possible, and I wouldn’t change our story, even if I could.”

  Clearing my throat that has suddenly closed up, I slide my hands around the curve of her waist, pull her up my body, and take her mouth like no one is watching, hearing a loud roar move through the crowd below.

  Leaning back against the bar, I watch Ashlyn on the dance floor toss back her head and laugh, “Papa!” as her mom’s dad swings her around in circles. Since the moment dinner finished and the music started up, she has danced with one person after another, and the smile on her face hasn’t faltered once.