Page 51 of Leave Me Broken
“The excitement that comes from unwrapping your own present makes the present even more exciting.” Ash eyes me hungrily. “Rips are inevitable. Don’t you think, Chanel?”
“The fashion show was only meant for players,” Chanel bites out bitterly.
Ahh . . . she thinks I’m not Ash’s player. This is even better. Ash opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off. “Oh, Coach?”
“Yes, Murphy?”
“Chanel wanted me to tell you it’s not classy to leave behind bitemarks.” I puff out my bottom lip.
His eyes blow wide and he can’t hide his smile now. He clears his throat and with a serious voice says, “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Chanel.”
He grabs my hand. “You two have fun.” He slaps Luca’s back and tugs me out the front door without waiting for her shocked reply.
We laugh like teenagers when we exit through the front door; I don’t even notice the rain right away. Ash grabs me by the waist, pulls me to his body and presses my back against the white brick wall. There is a small overhang protecting us from most of the rain but Ash’s shoulders are getting wet because of his size. It’s not pouring yet but we need to get in a car or his outfit will be ruined and that would be a shame.
“That was so hot,” he mutters into my neck.
I giggle softly and tilt my head—exposing my neck more. “That was so much fun! Can we make every skanky bitch look like that when they come on to you?”
“Gladly.” Ash nips at my throat. “I need to grab Parker, then we can go. Here.” He pulls his keys from his pocket and places them in my hand. “Do you have a bag I need to grab?”
“My duffle bag, ask one of the girls and they can grab it for you.”
He takes a second to look around and makes sure we are alone before leaning down and placing a needy kiss to my lips. “I’ll meet you at the car.”
I grab his arm before he can pull away, and he eyes me curiously. “Don’t get hung up on anymore needy blondes, please.”
Another kiss to my lips; he tells me I have nothing to worry about before jogging back inside as I head for the car.
Thankfully he wasn’t that far from the door so I’m hardly wet when I fall into the passenger seat. I crank the heat and pull my hair from the ponytail, doing my best to brush it out with my fingers. I look like an untamed lion but I leave it because there’s nothing I can do without a shower. A shower I’m hoping Ash will be in with me.
I’m needy, seeing the way he watched me all night has me wound up, and I’m glad I told my grandpa I won’t be home tonight. Then Chanel and, for a second, I worried about how beautiful Alyssa looked and what Ash would think, but I quickly pushed that from my head because I can only be jealous of one girl at a time. Eventually I’ll have to deal with whatever happened between them, but not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to fuck my boyfriend all night long; he won’t even remember he’s been inside any other pussies besides mine.
Unfortunately, I’ll have to be quiet because I can’t face Parker in the morning knowing he’s heard me come, again. It’s bad enough I know he will be in the same house as us.
I’m surprised at how quick I’ve come around to Ash being a dad, if I’m being honest with myself, because it really doesn’t bother me. I want to know where Parker’s mom is but neither of them have mentioned her, and I’m worried what might come out when he tells me. But Parker is cool, I like him as a person, even when he is moody toward me. I can’t even blame him because if my mom was dating someone the same age as me . . . well, honestly, I’d be happy it was anyone but Fred, but still, I get it. It’s weird.
I jump when Ash’s door flies open and he drops into his seat. He slams the door behind him, tosses my bag into the back seat, and eyes me like a rabid dog. “Parker is going to a movie with some of the girls.”
“So that means . . .”
A dark chuckle rumbles from him as he backs out of his spot. “Yes, babygirl. Just you and me for a few hours.”
The storm picks up and Ash is forced to slow his speed, much to our dismays.
It’s been only ten minutes of driving but I’m squirming in my seat with need. He was holding my thigh but because the rain is making it harder to see in front of us, he grumbled about needing to use both hands.
Now I’m left empty and needy.
The veins on the back of his hands protrude and his jaw is sharp and tight. Everything the number on the dash goes up that small muscle in his jaw flexes.
My clit is swollen and throbbing for attention. I need friction now and if he can’t do it, I will. I clip the button for my seat belt.
“What are you—”
I kiss Ash’s cheek on my way to the back seat where I’m able to lie down. I lift my bad leg and prop it on the door and the other I let fall off the seat, exposing my bare pussy to the warm air in the car when my dress rides up.
“Payson—” he breathes. “Fuck. You need to buckle up.”