Pushing him back, I managed to tug his pants and underwear down far enough to free him. I held his rigid cock in both hands. My fingertips traced the thick veins along the sexy length, paying extra attention to the sensitive spot underneath the tip. Quinn hissed in a breath and a drop of pre-cum escaped. I used it to tease him as I continued to run both hands up and down the velvety smooth skin.
His mouth covered mine as I guided him to my quivering opening. Our tongues tangled in a dance as I continued to rub his cock over the swollen lips of my sex, heightening my pleasure until I felt like I couldn’t last another second without him impaling me. He suddenly pulled back and growled, “Let’s go slow. I don’t want this to end.”
I shivered not knowing if I could take it slow. I had been waiting for this for months. “I’m not making any promises.”
Quinn reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “I wouldn’t expect any less. Ashton, look at me. I need to know something.”
“Anything,” I said, never letting go of him and trying in vain to drive him deep. He still leaned back, denying me and speared me with a demanding gaze.
“Are you repulsed by any part of me?”
I locked eyes with his again and smiled. How could he ask me that? There wasn’t an inch of him that I didn’t love. Not the ones made of flesh or the ones made of titanium.
“Quinn Andrews. You are the hottest, sexiest man in the entire Universe. You’re my first and will be my only. No one could ever entice me to be or make me as turned on as you do. If you do not fuck me right now, I’m going to go mad with wanting.”
He growled at the feel of me, grabbing my hips as he pulled me down, the tip of his cock spreading my sex open. Then Quinn gave me what I’d been begging for and entered me with one smooth, needy thrust.
I ground my clit against him, sighing with pleasure. It had been so long. Too long. And now, it felt like coming home. I moaned and ground against his pubic bone as he filled me completely. This felt right. It felt amazing.
Quinn continued to lift me with his strong arms and when he lowered me again, making me take every each, he groaned with delight. “I love how tight your pussy is as it squeezes my cock. Because you were made just for me. And only me. I’m sorry it took so long for me to feel comfortable doing this. I forgot for a moment how good you feel, Ashton.”
Running my tongue over my dry lips, I answered, “It’s good that we waited. It feels so good. I’d never want to rush you into intimacy that you weren’t ready for.”
Over and over, I continued to push up, then slid back down. A steady rhythm developed as my buttocks sat on his thighs, taking him deeper inside of me each time. I whimpered as I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me. I realized he wasn’t done with me yet. This was just the beginning.
I kissed Quinn, savoring his taste as my tongue did a slow slide against his. He kissed me back with urgency as we worked together in a nice rhythm.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and fucked him with everything that I had. Screw it. I wasn’t going to take it slow.
I waited for this.
I wanted him now.
I gave it everything that I had.
Quinn was delicious. With his cock moving inside of me, I could feel the twitching signaling that he was close.
I slid my hands over his slick chest. I loved the way his body responded to mine as his cock was pushed deep inside of me. I couldn’t get enough of Quinn.
“I’m getting close,” he whispered in my ear. “So close. You’re driving me absolutely crazy.”
I was deliriously happy. I loved the way that Quinn made me feel safe. He always put my needs ahead of his. Throwing my head back, I moaned as Quinn plunged into me harder and harder. “I’m losing control.”
Reaching down between us, Quinn rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb, sending me over the edge. I cried out his name as his cock thrusted inside of me one more time.
His cock jerked, sending quivers down my spine as he spurted hotly inside of me. His lips met mine as we kissed a final time. Trying to slow my breathing, I collapsed on top of him.
Quinn tilted his head and kissed me on the forehead. “I love you, Ashton.”
Chapter 9
Quinn
Searching the pocket of my shorts I felt around to be sure the small velvet box was still tucked inside. A jolt of nervous energy traveled through my stomach, flipping it over. I’d never done this before and it was a once in a lifetime event. Here I stood. The guy who’d had a crush on his best friend’s sister since middle school quivered with insecurity about asking her to marry him.
But Ashton wasn’t just any girl. She was the girl that had stolen my heart and never let go. There was no one else like her. I’d been in love with her since I’d taken her virginity when we were just teenagers and didn’t know any better. Then I’d left her with no explanation, just walked right out of her life. That wasn’t ever going to happen again.
But Ashton had forgiven me and for that, I sat in gratitude. And she now still accepted me and wanted me in spite of my handicaps. The day she’d walked back onto my life and turned it upside down, hovered in my mind as the best ever. Her power suit, her bad-ass negotiation skills and the way her perfect chest had heaved as she’d laid her palms on the mahogany conference table to get her point across. It was touch and go during those few days we’d reconnected, but we’d persevered.
Despite my accident and losing part of my leg, Ashton remained staunch and supportive by my side. Like a loving wife would have done. Which was why her single status deserved to be rectified today. She’d gripped my heart in an iron fist and shaken it, then settled deep into my soul. I was so damn crazy about Ashton. Ten years later, she still made my head spin.
I didn’t bother to dress up, anxious to get the words out of the way so we could just get on to the happily ever after portion. I hobbled into the kitchen where Ashton stood at the sink looking out at the glassy blue sheen of the pool. Her curly blonde hair still damp from her morning swim cascaded over tanned, firm shoulders. She wore a skimpy navy bathing suit. The early summer sun pushed its way over the horizon as Minnie, our adopted alley cat, bathed in the drowsy heat. It wouldn’t be long until triple digit numbers hit the Florida coastline, causing a massive heat wave.
Ashton turned when she heard me approach. Her smile, brighter than the morning sunshine, reached my eyes and then cast its glow over the tiny kitchen. She’d only been living here about three months, but it seemed like she’d always been here because she’d lived in my heart even before she’d moved into my house. Every time I touched her, every time I looked at her, it felt fresh. New. She turned me to mush with just a simple thing like brushing a wayward piece of hair from her eyes. Or chewing her thumbnail when nerves got the better of her. I’d learned all her nuances. And I cherished them all.
“I’m going to miss this house,” I pulled out a chair and sat at the small dining table. Eggs, bacon and pancakes lay piled in platters on the Formica.
“I’m going to miss this place too,” Ashton said. She’d made this awesome breakfast hoping it would make me feel better about selling my Nanna’s house. My grandparents had lived at the beach house since my grandfather had retired from BellSouth in his early sixties. Despite my initial misgivings about selling the place to Jed, I’d given in. We’d agreed to a purchase price of seven hundred thousand even.
With the proceeds, Ashton and I had arranged to buy a bay front home that had every feature on our wish list. A great place to raise a family. We’d loved being near the beach, but wanted something with a larger yard. And lush, green grass to run through with bare feet. With having kids on the agenda, we wanted to be in a more established neighborhood. What we didn’t expect is for the beach house to close so quickly. Now, we needed to move in two months. Not nearly enough time to pack away thirty years of memories.
Ashton carried a steaming pot of coffee to the table and stood in front of me as she poured me a cup. I stared at he
r. The compulsion to stroke her silky skin overtook my senses and I gave in, caressing her lower back. She set the coffee pot on the macramé hot pad Nanna had made as I reached out and took hold of her hands. We’d spent the early hours of the morning, before her swim, making love. I wanted her again already. Seemed that once the cap had burst off the bottle, my passion was unable to be tamped back down.
A wicked sparkle flashed in her eyes. “Will that chair hold both of us?”
I wiggled my finger at her. “Come here and let’s find out.”
She chewed a thumbnail in consideration. “I’m game if you are.” She slipped off her bikini bottoms as I unzipped my shorts. She straddled my lap. My face pushed against her breasts as she slid down over my hard cock. I ran my tongue along the edge of her bikini top and took a finger to lift the thin fabric off her body. She shrugged the top off, her pink nipples mocking me.
Ashton giggled as chair squeaked angrily. Chair, please don’t shatter now. At least not until we’re done. I slid my hands underneath her ass, and she rode me at her own pace. She lowered her lips to mine, flicking her tongue into my mouth as I thrusted into her over and over, rocking the rickety chair to the cheap plywood limit.
Her movements quickened as she leaned her hips forward. My cock quivered as she ground her sweet pussy against me. Our kiss deepened as we neared climax, tongues intertwined just as our bodies were. I still loved the taste of Ashton. Sweet with a hint of syrup and coffee.
She pulled back as soft moans drifted from her mouth, and she held me tight. I felt her wet pussy as it clenched around my cock, pulling an earth shattering orgasm from deep within me. Ashton shuddered as she slid back and forth over me, bringing me closer to the edge of no return. I thrust deep inside her one final time as a guttural sound rolled up from my throat.
“I’m ready,” I said, holding her tightly as I came.
“Oh, baby, you feel amazing,” Ashton said, collapsing against me. After a few second she let out a giggle, “They don’t make chairs like this anymore. I can’t believe it held up through that level of pressure.”
“Let’s go sit down in the living room,” I suggested. “My ass hurts from this old creaky chair. Not that I don’t thank it profusely for staying together.”
I pulled up my shorts, still feeling the outline of the velvet box.
Ashton led me back to the living area, the biggest room in the house. We climbed under a soft blanket and snuggled. Despite the heat of the summer day, I liked to keep the cottage at a cooler temperature, like sixty-eight degrees. Ashton was always complaining it was too cold due to her hot Atlanta blood, but I think she was getting used to it.
I blew out a deep breath and pulled the box from its hiding spot. Ashton had rested her head against my shoulder.
“When I’m sitting here with you like this, I have to remind myself that this is all real. It’s not a dream.”
I kissed her on the forehead. “You make me incredibly happy.” I fished out the box, surprised she hadn’t noticed it yet. “Ashton, will you promise me that you’ll stay with me forever and ever?” I lifted the box up over the blanket and opened it. Ashton’s wide eyes stared at the ring.
“Ashton Jansen, will you marry me?”
She gazed at the ring while her mouth dropped open without articulating anything. Silence. Not what I’d imagined for this moment. After a few tense seconds, she croaked out three words.
“Is it real?”
“What?” I asked. Now it was my turn to let my mouth hang open. “The proposal or the ring?”
She giggled and moved her hazel eyes from the ring resting on the black velvet to my eyes. Hers sparkled with the trademark gold flecks. So she was happy or excited. Or both. “Oh my goodness. I just wasn’t expecting this so soon.”
“It’s real.” I slipped the ring on her finger. “But you haven’t answered my question.”
She threw her arms around my neck. “Yes! Yes, a million times over. I will marry you, Quinn Andrews. I will marry you!
Chapter 10
Ashton
Our Wedding Day
Anthony Blackie, the ordained minister waiting for us on the beach to officiate our ceremony, wore a long ponytail, Hawaiian shirt, and khaki shorts. He smelled faintly of weed and patchouli. I loved it. After our first official meeting with him, Quinn had whispered in my ear, “I’m not sure if we’ll be legally married after all is said and done, but this wedding will be off the hook.”
“If we’re going to do this before we move, then this is our best bet,” I argued. Putting together a wedding in less than sixty days had been harder than I’d ever imagined. The entire wedding party was getting ready at our cottage. We’d put our parents and siblings up at the main house. Our master bedroom had been transformed into a beauty parlor/dressing area. The room smelled faintly of nail polish, hair spray, and alcohol. We had a spread of Blood Mary’s, Peach Bellini’s, and Mimosas along with a cheese and fruit tray. Wouldn’t want anyone’s blood sugar to dive so they passed out in the hot, humid outdoor air.
Our wedding party was small because we didn’t need a huge spectacle to seal our love. My best friend, Courtney, served as maid of honor. And Griffin the best man. Courtney wore a minty green, sheer maxi dress. The colors of my wedding were mint and coral, very Florida fabulous.
Courtney, who normally dressed head to toe in black, floated over to me in her bridesmaid dress. The chiffon twirled around her curvy, long legs and the color made her features pop. Coupled with her beachy tan, she’d never looked better. “Court, that color is gorgeous with your skin. You should wear more green.”
She glanced up and down at the flowy dress and then peered at me with her intense green eyes. “I sorta do like the color. I feel girly for a change. Maybe I’ll add some new pieces to my wardrobe on your recommendation.”
I reveled in her response. “We can go shopping when Quinn and I return from our honeymoon.”
Courtney reached up and helped me remove the hot rollers from my hair. She’d insisted that the rollers would help keep my hair smoother despite the sweltering Florida heat and humidity. Since I’d moved down here my hair was a permanent blonde afro. Court doused my hair with some concoction she’d made up that she swore would tame my frizzy curls. As I glanced in the mirror, I had to agree with her. So far, so good. My hair had bouncy, swirly waves that were soft and smooth. The real test would be when we left the air-conditioned cottage and marched down the beach to the lattice archway by the water decorated in hordes of orchids.
“I took a sweet picture of your mom and dad with Quinn’s parents. It’s nice to see everyone happy and talking again,” Courtney said.
Since we’d announced our engagement, our parents had grown closer again, ready to release the chains of the past. Trudy and Quinn’s mom, Marcia, had gotten excited about planning a wedding for us and couldn’t wait to lend their helping hands and wallets. Even though I wanted to pay for most things myself, I’d allowed them to chip in for the smaller items.
I’d hated to burst their bubble and tell them that we just wanted something very simple at the beach. Trudy had pictured a basilica ceremony with a ball gown sporting a cathedral length veil and train. Not happening. Both moms thought they’d been robbed until they’d heard my idea of using Nanna’s house and nearby beach as part of our wedding plans.
Secretly, I think Trudy thought the reason for a quick wedding was because I was pregnant but both moms had too much southern charm to ask me aloud. We’d dropped hints that we wanted a family soon, but I had made it clear that we weren’t going to start trying until after the honeymoon.
Courtney unrolled the curlers and said, “Your guests are arriving at the main house. The dads are drinking beer and entertaining everyone while the moms are fixing more mimosas and directing the caterers to the pool deck for the reception. It all looks fabulous out there,” she said, assuring me.
I watched as Court gathered an armload of hot pink curlers and stepped in front of me. “It goes w
ithout saying that Quinn looks handsome with his tux on. He’s a hottie. No doubt.”
We’d decided the night before to make an agreement. No seeing each other the day of the wedding until it was time to walk down the aisle. This may be a laid back wedding compared to my brother’s all out affair, but I still wanted to honor some traditions.
“He also looks a little nervous which I think is really cute,” Courtney continued. “I have to say you made a great choice. Quinn is everything I would want for my best friend.” She leaned down and kissed me on the cheek.
“Thank you, Court. For everything.” I reached over to the vanity table and pulled open a drawer. I grasped a silver bag and handed it to Courtney. “This is a little something for my appreciation. Thank you for being my maid of honor and sticking by me through thick and thin. You’ve been a wonderful friend and I love you.”
She gasped as she opened the bag. Inside was a custom-made sterling silver cuff adorned with an African turquoise stone. Also matching earrings and a necklace. It matched her maxi dress perfectly. I watched as she put the jewelry on. “It’s perfect, Ashton. Thank you.”
A knock on the door and a rustling of feet greeted us in the bedroom. “Ashton, I brought you something.” Kylie, Quinn’s niece, had a flower wreath in her tiny hands. “Momma said you wear it on your head.”
“Thank you, darling,” I said taking the beautiful wreath from her. “Tell your mom I love it.”
“Okay,” Kylie said. She twirled around. “You like my dress?”
Kylie was going to be our flower girl today. She wore a matching mint dress adorned with applique daisies. “I love your dress, Ky. You look so pretty.”
“That’s what my momma said,” she stifled a giggled with her tiny fist.
“I have something for you, too, Kylie.” I reached back into the vanity drawer and pulled out another smaller silver bag. “This is a present for you. For helping me and Uncle Quinn today.”
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