A smile touched his lips. Rekindled might not be the right word. His passion for her had started when he was young and continued even when he didn’t see her.
When she hadn’t called after the first wedding, he’d been crushed. He’d tried to tell himself that her parents had kept her from contacting him, but he knew it hadn’t been true. They’d been adults, capable of making their own decisions.
So he’d thrown himself into his art, into working out, and into other women. He discovered lots of about himself, like the fact he enjoyed tying women up for sex. He believed a good spanking heightened sensations for both of them. But the hardest thing for him to come to terms with was that he always—always—thought about Felicia while he was screwing someone else.
Eventually it drove him to limit his sexual partners to one—a woman named Alison who had told him up front that she would never fall in love and she wanted nothing more than a good fuck buddy. That had ended a year ago, and since then his only partner had been his hand.
Part of his problem was his newfound fame. His statues attracted attention, and he’d sold a lot of sculptures to Hollywood stars and other famous people. When he attended parties hosted by the people who bought his work, a great number of women cozied up to him. He never knew if they were interested in him or in the idea their photo might be featured in art magazines once they were on the arm of Ash Chee.
Alison had been perfect for such events. When they’d split, he’d been sad that he would have to search for someone else to accompany him to parties. In the end, though, he’d go alone and turned down the advances he constantly received.
The only real attention he wanted, had always wanted, was from Felicia. He needed to make sure it didn’t get screwed up. He’d waited a long time for this chance.
“So is this a one-time fuck or what?”
Doug’s question drew Ash out of his thoughts. He turned into a drugstore parking lot before he answered. “Not for me. I want her in my life again.”
“Listen, don’t get pissed, but you’re my best friend, so I think I need to point some things out here. You don’t really know her anymore, do you? I mean, don’t get me wrong. She’s great; she always has been. But the two of you haven’t spoken two words to each other, other than tonight, in seven years. What if you want her just because she makes your dick hard?”
“Then I’ll have some good sex.” Ash put the car into park. “But I don’t think that’s the reason. Wait here.”
Damn Doug for bringing out things Ash didn’t want to think about. He was right, of course. That didn’t mean he wanted to be responsible tonight. He wanted to feel Felicia’s soft skin under his hands, wanted to savor the tightness of her around him once more.
There were few people in the store, but those he passed gawked at him. He might be well-known at home in Santa Fe, but here in this small town near New Orleans, he was an oddity—a brown-skinned man who wore braids and stood out in a crowd.
He found what he wanted and started toward the register, then turned back around at the last minute. He located the sale aisle and selected the cheapest T-shirt he could. The front of it proclaimed it was Party Time! and had a photo of beads and champagne glasses.
At the register he put the condoms and T-shirt on the counter. The young clerk stared at him.
“Something wrong?”
“No, sir.” He picked up the items and scanned them.
After Ash had paid, he told the kid to have a good day.
“Looks like you’re going to have a better one than me,” the kid replied with a smirk as he bagged Ash’s purchase.
At that very moment, his phone buzzed. Ash dug it out of his pocket and checked the screen. It read, Thirty minutes. Just tell me where. F.
“Yeah, it looks like I will.” He picked up the sack and headed out of the store. The shirt he would use when they were in his room. But for now, he wanted to see Felicia under the stars, make love to her in the hot, humid night.
After that, they’d have the rest of the night to play.
Ash promised himself that he wouldn’t bring up the past. Now wasn’t the time to discuss the problems they’d faced. Tonight they would see if the spark was still there. If it was, then they’d take their new path together.
One step at a time.
Chapter Two
“One of us needs to get laid tonight, Felicia, and since it can’t be me, you’re up.” Felicia pushed Courtney’s hand away as her friend tried to undo another button on her blouse.
“Show some skin,” Courtney said before she clapped her hands together. “Or better yet, just take off your bra so he has easy access.”
Felicia laughed. “Please, Courtney, I’m not going to—” She stopped speaking because she knew she was going to. “I’m so nervous.”
“Of course you are. You’re about to have sex with the man you’ve been in love with for the last fifteen years, and you spent thirteen of them apart.”
Felicia wrung her hands as she turned to her friend. “We’ve changed, you know. What if it’s not as I remember it? What if I’ve built it up, and it’s a huge letdown?”
“Felicia Louise, listen to me. There is such a thing as love at first sight, and the two of you are that saying personified. So you’ve been forced apart, by circumstances and your own stupidity, but it’s time to fit tab A into slot B again and get the show on the road.”
“Did you just call me stupid?”
“Not just you, Ash too,” Courtney said as if it should be obvious. “I call it like I see it.”
“I’m glad I’m not alone in that particular gene pool.”
Courtney plopped down on the bed, her arms behind her head, and her legs stretched out in front of her and crossed at the ankles. “If this were me and Doug, you’d be giving me the same speech, so just take it and go, woman. Enjoy yourself. Be here by noon tomorrow to help me dress and get ready to walk down the aisle—again.”
“I should be staying with you tonight, like I did the first time.”
Courtney giggled. “I’ll let you in on a secret. Doug’s calling in half an hour, and we’re going to have phone sex, something we haven’t done in a long time.”
“Were you going to make me hide in the bathroom while you moaned and groaned?”
More giggling. “We just decided it when you and Ash decided to, you know.” Courtney made a circle with her thumb and forefinger on one hand, and stuck her other index finger into the hole and moved it in and out.
“It’s definitely time for me to leave.” Felicia said. “Have fun.”
“You too!” Courtney’s laugh followed her out. “Practice safe sex!”
Felicia caught the door before it closed and popped back into the room. “Who says that anymore? Condoms are just a given now.”
“Great! Have lots of sex, use different positions, and have multiple orgasms. How’s that?”
“Works for me.” Once she was outside the room, Felicia wondered about her sanity. Physically, she wanted Ash more than anything in the world. He’d always been able to get her hot with just one look. Tonight was no exception.
He was sexier now than he’d ever been.
But in her mind, she knew that sleeping with him could be devastating. What if she loved every second of it, and at the end Ash told her that he didn’t think they were a good fit anymore? Then she would spend the rest of her days knowing he’d rejected her.
She’d almost exited the building when she finally convinced herself to stop overthinking it. Then, on a whim, she hurried back to her room. Once inside she shed her shirt and bra and then put the shirt back on. Next, she shimmied out of her panties, which left only her skirt and slip on her lower half.
The soft material against her bare skin made her feel naughty. She’d never gone without underclothes while out in public.
Maybe she should strip, then call Ash and tell him to meet her here instead of by the gazebo. Making love in an actual bed would be something new for them, since they’d bee
n forced to find other places when they were younger. But the thought of doing it outside was too much fun, so she nixed the idea before she once again headed out the door.
As she crossed the lawn, she practiced what she would say first. “Hi.” Too casual. “Hey, sexy.” Too much. “Hey, Ash, fuck me.” Way, way too much.
In the end, she just settled for a surprised “Hey,” because she found him there before her.
“I was afraid you weren’t coming.”
“I had to make a pit stop.” She straightened her shoulders. Heat ran through her as her breasts pressed against the material. Ash’s gaze dropped to her chest, his mouth opening in surprise.
“What a naughty woman you’ve become. I like it.”
He took a step toward her, and she became instantly wet.
“Naughty girls get spanked. I hope you know that.”
There was a proper response to that, but Felicia wasn’t sure she knew it. Instead she just moaned his name. He was stroking her hair now. Electricity shot through her, and she thought she might come on the spot.
“I should take you to the room, make love to you take you slowly, gently.”
Once again, words failed her. “I… We…”
“I’m going to be bad, bend you over that railing and pound into you until you can’t walk. Then I’ll carry you to the room, and we’ll do it slowly.”
He led her to the far railing. “Grasp it for support, but before you do, lift your skirt. Are you wearing panties?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Felicia pulled her skirt and slip up to her hips. She used one hand to keep them in place while she put the other on the railing and bent over.
“Oh fuck, Felicia.” Ash’s voice was deep. She turned her head in time to see him unzipping himself. He put a condom on so fast she worried it was not in place, but seconds later she didn’t care.
He was filling her completely. One of his hands grabbed her hip while the other reached around and found her clit. The railing seemed to move with them.
Ash was inside her. That was all that mattered. He’d barely touched her clit when she came, her nerve endings exploding as if someone had placed a lit match next to them. Her inner muscles squeezed, and Ash’s harsh “Oh fuck” told her that he’d climaxed along with her, and that he wasn’t very happy about it. At least she hoped that was what it meant. If he was disgusted by the whole thing, she would be mortified.
When he stroked her back and said, “Babe, I’m so sorry,” her stomach seized. Sorry for what? Timidly, she asked him that very question.
“Because this wasn’t right. I should have controlled myself better, loved you slowly.”
“Then take me again. I want to stay with you tonight, Ash.”
“Felicia, if I had my way, we’d be together every night.”
* * * *
“My room is a little remote, which means we can make as much noise as we want.” He leaned over and put his lips against her ear. “I want to hear you scream.”
He felt the shiver that ran through her body, and it made his dick, which should have stayed flaccid for some time considering recent events, shoot to life. It was almost as if it were knocking against his zipper, demanding to be let out, to find its way back inside Felicia’s soft warmth.
“Is there anything particular you want to hear me scream?” she asked innocently.
Ash moved in front of her and started to unbutton her blouse. “We’ll begin with my name and wing it from there.”
“Ash.”
He had her blouse open now, and he pushed it aside. Her unbound breasts spilled out, and Ash licked his lips before lowering his mouth to one of them. She tasted like sweet honey. Her moans of approval made him suck her deeper before releasing her just enough so he could take her nipple between his teeth and gently nibble.
The hard nub was just the right size, and he thought he could stay this way all night, giving attention to this delectable part of her body.
She cupped his head in her hands, and he could tell by the way she tried to weave her fingers into his hair that she wanted it loose. There would be time for that later.
Ash turned his attention to her other breast, lavishing the same attention on the hard bud. He loved the way she shivered, the fact that she had trouble keeping herself steady on her feet as he sucked.
When he felt her sag against him, he lifted his head and looked at her face. Her features were soft with desire, her mouth slightly open, her eyes forming little slits.
“Do you want me, sweet Felicia?”
“You know I do.”
He caressed her hip. “Even though you just had me inside you?”
“It makes me want you more.” She looked down, and when she spoke again, her voice was so low he could barely hear her. “When I play with myself, I think of you.”
“Oh, babe.” It was all he could do to keep from asking why she hadn’t called him, when it was obvious she wanted him. Don’t ruin the mood. There will be time for that later. Much, much later.
He stepped away from her but kept his gaze trained on her face. “Take off your skirt.”
It didn’t take her long to undo the fastenings and let the material fall to the floor. It pooled around her feet as her lush figure was revealed. He’d gotten into a fight with his older brother once when Keno had called Felicia fat. Ash had already blackened one of Keno’s eyes and was well into doing the same to the other when their father had pulled them apart.
Defending her had been easy then, and it would be easy now.
“You look scrumptious,” he said, but he could tell by the uncertain look on her face that she didn’t think that. Before she could voice her opinion, he pointed at the huge four-poster.
“In the middle.”
When she obeyed, his cock throbbed harder. He ignored it and licked his lips as she settled there. She looked at him with her brilliant green eyes, so trusting, just as she always had been. It hadn’t been enough to keep them together, though. Once again, it was something he pushed aside.
Ash crossed to the dresser and picked up the T-shirt. He’d used his pocketknife to make small slits in it earlier so it would be easier for him to tear. He took it between his hands and pulled. The material gave, the ripping sound filling the room.
Her soft gasp and whispered, “What are you doing?” was the perfect reaction. He’d wanted to split the shirt in front of her so she could see what was happening. Ash didn’t answer her question. It was too much fun to watch the look of anticipation on her face. He made six strips and noticed as he worked that she didn’t pose her question again. He tied them together, making two long strips.
“Are you going to…? Um…”
“Hush.” He straddled her. Her uncertainty gave him just a little pause. “I’m going to tie your hands to the posts so you’re at my mercy. If you want me to stop, say so now.”
The room was silent as she watched him. For a moment, he thought she would say no. But then her head moved slowly in assent.
Her left hand was first. After he’d made sure the ties weren’t too tight, he moved to the right. When she was secure, he stood and studied her. Stretched out between the posts, with her back against the headboard, she was in the ideal position for what he had in mind.
He undid the top button of his shirt, moving downward at a leisurely pace. He tossed the shirt on the floor before he put his fingers on the first button of his jeans.
“Talk to me, Felicia.”
“Take them off.”
Ash lifted an eyebrow. “Can you say please?”
She pulled on her bonds, and more blood flowed into his cock, making it even harder.
He stopped what he was doing and gave her what he hoped was a stern look. “Say please.”
“Please.”
The pleading tone in her voice was perfect, but he didn’t want to capitulate just yet. It was best to keep the tension going, even though they’d already surrendered to the lust they felt for each
other.
What should he do next, he wondered? But he already knew. He lifted his hands to his hair, undoing the leather that held the braid in place. He unwound it slowly. The look of utter astonishment on her face made him smile. When he was done with the first one, he went to the second. When they were both done, he ran his fingers through his hair. It was slightly curly from being in the braids, and he could tell she wanted her fingers to replace his.
But he had something else in mind.
“Spread your legs.”
Once more, she obeyed. Ash sat down on the edge of the bed; then he went in for the kill.
FELICIA THOUGHT SHE might pull her arms out of her sockets when Ash’s mouth landed on her pussy. He licked and sucked while she bucked her hips. Incredible pleasure spread through her, singeing her nerve endings, making her fingers and toes feel as if they might explode.
“Ash!” The bonds tightened around her wrists as Felicia tried in vain to pull free. She wanted to touch him, to feel his body, his arms, chest, legs, and finally, to run her fingers through his glorious hair.
Right now, the closest she got to touching his hair was the silky feel of it against her thighs as he continued to feast on her. His tongue found places she was pretty sure she’d never known existed, throwing her body into a preorgasmic condition that she didn’t think she would survive.
Every time she got close to going over the edge, he pulled away. Then he kissed her thighs, running his tongue over her skin until she shivered and begged him to stop teasing her.
After the second go-round, he lifted his head and looked at her.
“Is something wrong?” His mocking tone of voice made her pull even harder against the headboard.
“Untie me. Fuck me. Stop teasing me.”
“Which is it?” He sat up on his knees, his hands on his muscular thighs still clad in his jeans. “Do you want me to untie you, fuck you, or stop teasing you?”
“All of it!”
“Um…no.” He dived back in. She felt his laughter shake her thighs; his hot breath made her wet skin tingle.
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