by Meghan Quinn
Chapter Eighteen
**Jesse**
Thanksgiving was in a couple of days, and Jesse’s brother, sister-in-law, and niece were all coming to Denver for the holiday…and to meet Ashlin. Jesse could tell she was nervous about the upcoming meet and greet, but she tried to hide it. Their relationship felt pretty solid and comfortable, despite the fact that his girl was currently in some photo studio with his friend, Ryker, taking practically nude pictures together.
Apparently, C.C. Morris wanted to redo one of the lingerie combinations and, of course, they needed both Ashlin and Ryker present. It drove Jesse nuts to know that Ryker was going to be intimate with his girl, when Jesse hadn’t even been that intimate with her.
Jesse was drinking a cup of coffee on his day off when his phone alerted him to an incoming text message. He grabbed his phone and saw that Ashlin had sent him a picture. When he opened it up on his phone, he nearly choked on his coffee as he tried to sit up and cough it out. Ashlin had sent him a picture of her in her barely-there purple bra that was tied with a bow at the center of her breasts, and her matching purple thong that looked like a piece of ribbon covering her. If C.C. Morris wanted her to sell sex, then holy shit, was she doing a good job.
All of a sudden, Ashlin’s face appeared on his screen as his phone started to ring. He quickly answered it, as he tried to adjust himself in his pants.
“Hey.”
“Did you get my picture?” she asked.
“Uh…yeah,” he cleared his throat.
“And…”
“And, I don’t know how I feel about this photo shoot. You look fucking hot, Ashlin.”
He could hear her smile when she said, “Thank you.”
“Seriously, how many people are going to be in that room with you? I don’t want them seeing you like that.”
A slight chuckle came through the line, making Jesse grow even harder. “You know that this picture will be posted all over magazines and websites, right?”
“Shit,” Jesse said, as he ran his hand through his hair.
“Can I confess something to you?”
“Always,” he said, as he tried to bring his attention back to the conversation, rather than the picture that was still running through his head.
“Well, Hannah is here, hanging out with Ryker; they actually have been in his dressing room for a while now, and it just made me think how nice it would be if you were here.”
That wouldn’t be awkward at all, Jesse thought, as he tried to figure out what to say.
“Jesse?”
“Yeah, I’m here. Do you want me to come down?”
“I do,” she said shyly. “I know it sounds stupid, but it would be nice if you were down here…being here for me…and you do have the day off…”
“Text me the address, and I’ll be there in a little bit.”
She squealed with joy, told him she would text it right away, and then hung up. Jesse went to his bedroom after he got the text and changed into a pair of jeans, a black T-shirt, black leather jacket, and threw a black baseball hat on before he took off.
On the drive over to the studio, which wasn’t that far away, Jesse thought about what he was getting himself into. He was only going to get irritated and angry at seeing Ryker’s hands all over Ashlin, but then again, he couldn’t say that to her now. She came to his games; he needed to support her in the same way.
When he got to the studio, he was immediately escorted back to the dressing rooms, where he saw Ryker’s name on one door and Ashlin’s on the other. He walked past the set, which was still being put together by the set designer, but from what Jesse could tell, it was a bed with lots of pillows in an intimate looking room. Fan-fucking-tastic.
He shook his head in disbelief that he was even there as he knocked on Ashlin’s dressing room door.
“Come in,” she called from inside.
Jesse walked in and saw her spread out on the cream couch that was in the room, wearing a short, black, silk robe, with her hand propping up her head as she watched TV. When she saw Jesse walk in, she shot up from the couch, and wrapped her body around his.
“You made it!” She kissed his lips with so much force that Jesse had to step back to catch his balance. His hat was knocked off from her jumping onto him. He laughed at the excitement coming off of her.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he whispered in her ear, as he squeezed her close.
She dropped down and stood in front of him while holding on tight to her robe ties. Her hair was curled and falling over her shoulders, and her makeup was very minimal and natural. She looked stunning.
“Damn, Ashlin, you look good.”
“Thank you.” She bent down, picked up his hat, and placed it back on his head. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“I can see that. It looks like they’re still setting things up out there. When do you think you’ll be done today?”
She shrugged her shoulders, grabbed his hand, and made him sit down on the couch with her. She sat him down first, and then straddled his lap so she was facing him. He adjusted himself and coughed as he tried to calm himself down; he was way too excited right now.
“We just need to fix this one shot we took, because apparently C.C. didn’t like the angle. Once that’s done, we’re free to go. It shouldn’t be too long. All that we’re waiting on is the set now.”
She settled on his lap, and even though he was trying to think of his grandmother and of the nastiest, hairiest man on his team, it didn’t distract him from looking at the opening of Ashlin’s robe, or from the fact that she was sitting perfectly on his lap. He could feel himself grow under her, and he just prayed she didn’t notice.
“Where’s Ryker?” Jesse asked, trying to change his thoughts to anything that didn’t deal with Ashlin in a short robe.
“In his room with Hannah. Pretty sure they’ve done it at least five times already.”
Jesse laughed as Ashlin wiggled again. This time her eyes widened, and then a smile spread across her face, making Jesse feel a blush creep up on his cheeks.
She pressed her hands on his cheeks and said, “Are you…blushing?”
“No,” he said quickly.
“You are. Are you embarrassed?”
Adjusting his hat and avoiding eye contact, Jesse said, “Well, it’s not the coolest thing to be sporting a boner in public.”
“I would hardly say we’re in public, and it makes me so hot thinking about the fact that you want me,” she said, while leaning forward, making her robe fall open more and exposing her beautiful cleavage.
Considering how many creeps there were in the world, Jesse considered himself to be an upstanding man, one who didn’t need to drop his pants the minute he got a boner, but having Ashlin sitting on top of him, practically wearing nothing, had him itching to tear her robe off, and he knew she knew because the dangerous look in her eyes told him so.
“So…did you uh, eat breakfast?” Jesse asked nervously, as Ashlin’s robe slid off of one of her shoulders. He gulped and tried not to stare at her bronze skin.
“Really? Breakfast? That’s what you want to talk about?”
“I’m trying to be good here, Ashlin. Don’t make it any harder on me than it is.” A smile spread across her face, as he quickly said, “No pun intended.”
“Stop trying to be a gentleman. Do you know how bad I want you? How bad I’ve wanted you?”
He shook his head no, not being able to talk from the way her hands were running along his chest.
“It’s been too long, Jesse.”
“Too long for what?” he croaked out, as she undid her robe, showing off her toned body, ample cleavage, and bronze skin. She was too much for him to handle like this. He wanted her more than anything, and was about to just take what he wanted, because he was hard as a damn rock.
“Too long for you, and don’t lie to me. I know it has. Let me take care of that for you.”
She slid down his lap and kneeled in front of him on the floor. His legs fe
lt numb; his body was useless as she started to undo his pants. He knew he needed to push her away, but his brain was detached from his limbs, making him incapable of moving. The only thing on his body that was currently moving was his dick, as it pressed against his pants.
“Ashlin…” Jesse said, as he tried to stop her, but it didn’t; she only smiled and continued until his jeans were completely open. The only thing between Ashlin’s lips and Jesse’s cock was a thin piece of fabric.
Instead of taking him in her hands like he thought she would, she stood up in front of him, grabbed her phone and started playing some music, which turned out to be pretty seductive, given the fact that she was now dancing in front of him while moving her hands all over his body. Yup, he was going to go all teenage boy on her and lose everything before she even touched him.
Taking her hands down to his pants, she scooted his jeans down to his ankles, so she could see his erection in plain view. She stood back up and then reached up to the bow that was in between her breasts. In one swift pull, she undid the front, and her breasts fell out in front of him.
“Jesus,” he muttered, as he took her all in. “No fucking tan lines.”
She smiled and dropped the bra as she walked closer to him. She spread his legs slightly and then sat down on his lap as she thrust her chest out toward him.
“We’ll be ready in ten minutes, someone knocked on the door.”
Jesse’s muscles stiffened at the interruption, which made him suddenly aware of where they were and what they were doing. He started to sit up and move away when Ashlin pinned him to the back of the couch.
“Don’t even think about it, QB. You’re mine.”
“Ashlin, you have…”
She placed her finger over his mouth. “I’m well aware of my time line, and what I have planned for you will be over way before then. Now, do something with those hands and touch me.”
His hands were at his sides, but lucky for him, he was able to connect back with his limbs and run them up the sides of Ashlin’s body. Her skin was so soft, so smooth that he didn’t want to move too fast, he wanted to revel in the feel of her. Her breath hitched as his fingers skimmed the bottom of her breasts.
“Don’t tease me,” she said, as she moved her hips on top of him.
“I don’t want to do this here,” Jesse admitted, as he took her in.
She blew out a heavy breath and rested her forehead on his. “I can’t wait anymore, Jesse. I need to touch you, to be intimate with you.”
“But, why now?” he asked, not moving the extra inch to touch her breasts.
“I want you to know how much I want you.”
Jesse sat back on the couch and placed his hands on her hips. “Is this because you have to do a photo shoot with Ryker today?” She was about to answer when he said, “Don’t lie to me.”
“Jesse…”
He shook his head and set her on the side of the couch as he grabbed his jeans and tossed her robe at her. She was only attacking him because she had to be intimate with Ryker today. He wanted to be with Ashlin just to be with her, not to prove a damn point.
As he buckled up his pants and adjusted himself, he saw Ashlin scramble to get her robe on from the corner of his eye.
“Jesse, stop,” she called, as she grabbed his arm and stopped him from moving forward.
He spun around on her and said, “How come we can’t just have a normal relationship? Why does everything have to be so damn difficult or a production? It should be easy…I like you, you like me, we talk about our pasts and learn about each other, and when it comes time to be intimate, we are in it for all the right reasons.”
“I am in it for the right reasons,” she said.
“No, you were just doing that because you know today is going to be difficult for me, so you wanted to ease my mind. I get that you had good intentions, but I don’t need you sucking my dick off to prove to me that you like me. You can just tell me, Ashlin.”
She ran her hand over her forehead as she said, “You’re not normal! You’re not like any other man I’ve ever dealt with. I don’t know how to handle situations with you. I think I’m doing the right thing, but then you go and point out that I’m not. I can’t win with you, Jesse.”
“Well, stop trying to do the right thing, and just do what your heart wants. I want to know you, Ashlin, not the person you think you should be.”
“I don’t want to be myself; I don’t care for that person that much.”
“I fucking do!” Jesse shouted.
“You don’t even know her,” she shouted back. “You think you like me, you think you want to be with me? You don’t know the first truth about me…what my life has been like.”
“Because you won’t fucking tell me!”
“Because you’re too damn perfect.” She started to pace. “I mean, damn it Jesse, what guy wants to get to know a girl first before he has sex? What guy goes out of his way to just court someone? What starting quarterback in the NFL has a body like yours and a heart as good as gold? It’s impossible to measure up to you.”
The admission coming from Ashlin shocked Jesse. He didn’t know she felt that way. Didn’t she know that, despite what she thought were her shortcomings, she was perfect? How could she not see that?
He stepped forward and grabbed her hand to pull her to his chest. “Listen carefully. I don’t want you measuring anything when it comes to you and me. I want you to be yourself, because despite what you think, I know you, and I like everything about you. I don’t go around dating people, Ashlin. I’m a picky bastard, and when I see what I like, I got for it. You’re the perfect fit for me, in so many ways. I just wish you could see it.”
“I don’t have a very good self-image, hence all the makeup, hair, and Photoshopping.”
“Stop. You’re gorgeous, and do you know when I like you the best? When your hair is up, showing off your beautiful face and you’re in a comfy shirt and a pair of sweats. You’re so damn beautiful like that, that the mere thought of you sporting that style brings me to my knees.”
“You’re sweet,” she said, while snuggling into his chest.
“I want you to know that I understand what your job entails. Do I like it? Hell no. I want to be the only man that ever touches you, but do I get it? Yes, I do, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.” He kissed the top of her head and continued. “I don’t want you ever to use sex as anything other than us connecting in the most intimate way. I don’t need you to prove anything to me. If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t be with you. Okay?”
She nodded her head, stood on her toes, and kissed his chin. “Did we just have our first fight?” she asked.
“I think we did,” he smiled down at her.
“You know what that means then, right?” she asked, while wiggling her eyebrows.
“What?”
“Make up sex.”
“Wow, you’re persistent.”
“I am when I know what I want.”
“Me too,” he said, as he squeezed her ass, making her squeal.
“Five minutes, Ashlin,” came someone from the hallway.
“Hmm…what can we do in five minutes?” Jesse asked as he rubbed her back with his hands.
“Make out?”
Jesse looked to the ceiling like he was really pondering it when she grabbed ahold of his head, pushed him against the door, climbed up his body, and started making out with him. To get better balance, he spun around and pushed her against the wall for better support.
“So good,” she mumbled as their tongues met in the middle.
He had to agree…it was so good with her.
**Hannah**
“You’re going to have to let go of me at some point,” Hannah said, as they sat in a chair together, watching people make the final touches to the set. Assistants scrambled around them, trying to get everything ready for the shoot, while makeup artists tended to Ashlin, who was sitting close to them with Jesse at her side. Their hands were connected, just
like Ryker’s and hers, but where Ryker was attached like a moth to a flame on Hannah, Jesse was confident as he looked down at Ashlin.
“Yeah, but I don’t have to just yet. Hey, maybe if I ask, you can take Ashlin’s place. Now that would be hot.”
“No way,” Hannah replied quickly. Me in lingerie is only meant for your eyes.”
Ryker pressed a kiss against her lips and said, “Do you know how fucking happy that makes me to hear you say that?”
“Language,” Hannah reminded.
Ryker chuckled and said, “Sorry, but you bring it out in me when you say things like that.”
“Are you blaming me for your crudeness?” Hannah teased.
“I am. You’re too damn good; it’s hard not to use swear words when you make me so happy. I just want to shout from the roof tops how amazing you are.”
“You’re just saying that…because of what we did in your dressing room,” she blushed.
“Say it,” Ryker poked her side, making her laugh and shake her head no. “Say it, Hannah.”
She leaned over to his ear, brushed her lips against his lobe and said, “You’re just saying that because we just had an hour of sex.”
“Mmm…music to my ears,” he leaned over and kissed her cheek softly.
“Alright, Ryker and Ashlin, we’re ready.”
“Duty calls,” Ryker said as he got up, placed Hannah in the chair, and leaned over her so his hands were on the armrests, hovering over her. “Give me a kiss to tide me over.”
Not being able to say no to him, she grabbed his cheeks, kissed him lightly on the lips, and then patted his cheek and sent him on his way before he could deepen it.
“You are getting away with murder, you know that? You can kiss way better than that.”
She laughed and said, “When you’re done, I’ll give you what you want.”
Ryker shook his head and pushed away from the chair as he muttered, “Ball buster.”
Ashlin walked over to him and he put his arm around her shoulder as he said, “You ready for this, kid?”
