Desiring an Angel, page 14
part #1 of Missing Link 3 Series
Ash’s back plastered to my chest and groin made grinding my morning wood against his ass a necessity as it always did when I woke up hard and horny for him.
I splayed my fingers over his abs—and realized soft skin pressed against the back of my hand.
The scent of coconuts registered in my mind at the same time, jolting my length against Ash’s backside.
A simple lift of my head, a few blinks to clear my sleep-hazed vision, and my suspicions confirmed as truth.
Skylar snuggled into Ash’s front, her hair a wild mane of red over our pillows.
Images from the night before flashed through my brain—Ash’s hand on her thigh beneath the water, their lips tasting each other’s. I’d lusted to join in but hadn’t been in good headspace to get caught up in the physical, hookup or more.
Cracks had ruptured in my wall, which had sent me hurrying to bed. Even though I wondered what they did in my absence, I knew Ash wouldn’t put his dick in her, and she’d chipped away at my resolve throughout our evening, lessening my dislike over the thought of the two of them touching outside my presence.
I’d passed out into darkness, gladly giving my thoughts over to sleep.
That vulnerability that had me escaping them the night before returned in full force as I stared at her in our bed, a longing for something deeper than I’d ever felt leaving me off balance.
Uncomfortable.
I shoved against the foreign feeling attempting to take control over my mind and body.
My grip on Ash’s hip tightened, and he reached down, sliding his fingers through mine.
He was awake.
As though of the same mind, we moved our hands across his flesh to Skylar’s thigh. My skin burned at the contact of her smoothness, and we skimmed higher, straight to her bare fucking ass cheek that fit in my hand like she’d been created just for me.
“Fuck,” I grunted the word, lust jerking my dick against Ash.
“I touched her last night,” Ash whispered. “Got her off with my fingers—but that was all.”
His ass felt so fucking good against my hard dick, and her sweet globe filling my palm showed me exactly why he hadn’t been able to keep his hands to himself.
“This ass,” I hissed, rubbing hers and thrusting against his.
“Mmm,” he hummed in agreement, leaving my palm on her backside to skate his down along her thigh again.
Skylar stirred, her long auburn lashes blinking as her eyelids fluttered upward.
Her pale green eyes gaze flitted from Ash to me where I’d propped on an elbow behind him.
She didn’t speak, but her swelling pupils, hardened nipples beneath her tank, and the parting of her lips stated what she wanted.
And I was too goddamn horny to overthink denying the gorgeous minx.
I rolled away, yanked open the bedside table’s drawer, and fished for what I needed. A quick tear of the foil wrapper by my teeth, and I huddled over Ash once more, reaching between him and Skylar to roll the condom onto his hard length. Intentional brushes of the backs of my knuckles against her pussy assured me she was wet and ready for him.
Holding her gaze, I bit his earlobe. “Give Skylar your dick, baby.”
I grabbed the back of her knee, lifting her leg over his hip—she didn’t fight my granting him access to her body. Skylar scooted in closer and held my gaze as Ash shifted.
She blinked rapidly, her mouth falling open as his ass flexed, and he sank his length into her pussy.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his grasp on her thigh tightening.
“She feel good?” I whispered over his ear, flicking my tongue out to make him shiver.
“So good. Yes. Fuck.”
Lust hazed Skylar’s eyes, but she still stared at me with unwavering focus, all trace of silly girl gone to the woman gazing at me like I’d made her dreams come true.
“I think she wants you to move, baby,” I told Ash.
He pulled out and pushed back into her body, both of them moaning, Skylar’s eyelids fluttering closed.
I wasn’t the only one with a delicious dick.
But mine dripped like a mother fucker, and Ash’s ass felt so—damn—good—rubbing over my sensitive cock head.
I rolled once more, my stomach tight with the need to shove home, and a quick lubing allowed me to smear up through his crack as he slowly fucked in and out of Skylar.
Getting off in that position would be easy, but I wanted—needed—more, to be connected to the two of them.
My fingers replaced my cock, a few slides between his cheeks coating them in lube. I rubbed over his hole.
“Rhett…” He groaned, bearing down on his outward stroke. “Yes.”
I slid one finger deep into his ass without resistance, moving my hand forward with him as he sank back into Skylar with a deep, guttural moan.
Two fingers earned me a curse and a mystified glance from Skylar whose face flushed a gorgeous shade of pink.
“I’m fucking his ass with my fingers,” I murmured the answer to her unspoken question.
“Oh…” She swallowed hard and reached over Ash to grab hold of my wrist.
Kinky little thing…
I couldn’t help a lust-filled grin while twisting my hand to gain control of hers and wrap it around my dick. “Help me out, Skylar,” I murmured, moving my hips forward and touching the tip of my dick against his hole.
“Fuck yes, Rhett…” Ash pushed against me, and I slid into his body.
Skylar’s hand moved away, and I pressed in fully until his body moved against hers.
“You just… oh wow. Just…wow.” She gulped and clutched at my hip as I pulled out and shoved back into Ash’s ass, fucking his dick deeper into her body.
I didn’t even have time to set a rhythm before she came with a soft cry, shuddering in Ash’s arms.
“Oh fuck.” Ash choked on the words. “So fucking close. Rhett,” he begged through clenched teeth, and I grasped both of his hips, angling to peg his prostate.
“I’ll always take care of you, baby.” Three harsh strokes, and he shot off, his ass clenching at my girth, dragging me along with him for one of the shortest rides of our lives.
“Holy shit…Christ.” I erupted with a deep groan, each spurt contracting my abs and jerking my dick deep in his silken ass. “Fuuuck,” I moaned at the last twitch that left me rasping for breath and damn near boneless in contented bliss.
Skylar released a shuddered sigh but surprisingly didn’t say a word. Guess we’d fucked her senseless.
Still buried deep, I moved to wrap Ash in my arms—but reached beyond, my fingers finding softer flesh to help better bracket him in a cocoon of spent, satiated warmth.
I’d orchestrated the event, allowing Ash to have a taste of Skylar, but fuck if I could keep that unease from earlier creeping back in and leaving me questioning the decision I’d made.
Skylar and I had connected over a silly thing like wine the night before, and my damn reservations crack a little more as she trailed her fingertips over Ash’s face and sighed again.
Giving into lust and my desire to please Ash had taken us past the point of safe exploration where hearts wouldn’t get involved.
Both of theirs already had, but until I figured her out…
I slammed my walls back into place since I didn’t know the woman. Couldn’t fucking trust her with Ash’s heart let alone mine until she proved herself.
She kissed his forehead, his nose. His mouth, their lips lingering together.
Her eyes lifted to my face—and I rolled away before her impulsiveness landed her mouth on mine.
That would be a line I couldn’t cross with any hope of remaining untangled in what both seemed to have set their minds on.
I slipped into the bathroom and put on the shower’s harshest setting.
For the first time since working together with Ash to help a woman find release, I was the one to leave our bed.
My stomach twisted up as tight as my jaw. I needed to focus on some sort of plan to redirect the path I’d opened up into the unknown. A new beginning…or an ending.
I wasn’t sure which I wished for.
23
Skylar
I dreamed…surely I did.
A pinch to my arm revealed I didn’t.
“Did you…just pinch yourself?” Ashton asked with a chuckle while smoothing my hair away from my face.
“Um…yes?”
The shower turned on in the bathroom, and Ashton crushed my chest to his, fingers running through my hair until I wanted to purr like a kitten against his hard pecs. “You’re cute,” he murmured.
“And your dick is delicious,” I spewed the first compliment that came to mind, very aware of his softening length still lodged inside me.
He chuckled again. “Wait until you have Rhett deep in your body.”
“You think he’d want that?” I asked, remembering the wariness in his eyes when I’d considered kissing his lips too.
“He loves pussy as much as he loves a woman’s ass, so that’s a definite yes.”
“How much is too much?” I bit my lower lip.
“Dick or information?”
I giggled and shoved at his chest, but the steel trap of his arms didn’t budge from his place firmly locked around me.
“There’s no such thing for the second, but as for the first, I wouldn’t know. I’ve only had Rhett’s, and he fits me perfectly.”
Heat rushed through me again at the thought that Rhett had buried himself in Ashton while he’d been fucking me. “What’s it like?”
“Anal sex?”
“Yeah.”
“Uncomfortable at first, but once I adjust, my body craves more. Harder. Deeper. I can’t get enough of him—never have, never will.”
“And what’s it like being inside me at the same time he’s fucking you?”
Ashton moaned as his dick slid from my body. “Absolute perfection—heaven.”
He shifted onto his back, removed the condom, and I soaked in the sight of his naked body since the morning light flooded through the windows unhindered by blinds or curtains.
Light brown hair covered his legs up over powerful-looking thighs, but he trimmed the patch around his groin area. A spattering of hair lined his lower abs that contracted as he tossed the tied-off condom aside, but his chest was smooth as a baby’s butt.
I reached out to slide my hand over his pecs, and they flexed beneath my fingertips. “You have a gorgeous body,” I murmured, my tone having a dream-like quality that made me sound like a lovesick fool.
“Did you catch sight of Rhett when he hightailed it out of bed?”
“A glimpse—not nearly enough. Why’d he leave us?” I let out a huffed sigh and snuggled back against Ashton’s pillow. I’d never cuddled after sex, never had someone who wanted to just lay there and chat about whatever popped into my mind.
“Don’t take his escaping as a bad thing. It’s not. I promise.” Ashton grinned as though he held the secrets of the world while gathering me up in his arms again.
He didn’t care about morning breath, so I didn’t either, offering him my tongue when he licked over my mouth. The man’s soft lips and the way he moved them over mine spiraled fresh arousal through my core. I was ready for round two, but I expected that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon until Rhett figured out…whatever had sent him off in a rush to the bathroom.
I’d definitely made him uncomfortable, and it was more than just my personality that clashed with his.
“Do you think…I threaten him in some way?” I asked as Ashton’s lips slid along my jawbone.
He pulled back enough to focus on my eyes. “Yes—and it’s what he needs, so don’t go getting all insecure, okay? Outside of bed, I haven’t been able to help him release all the emotions he keeps clammed up inside, but I have hope that you can.”
The Rhett Whisperer…
I giggled, but another idea popped in my head. “So you think I really am a good match for the two of you?” I wondered out loud then cringed. “I’m not fishing for compliments! That was my usual flighty thoughts spilling before they’re fully processed.”
Ashton’s smile eased the sudden antsy feeling in my feet that made me want to pull away before he did. He held me tighter and nibbled on my chin. “You, my dear, are the sweetest ray of sunshine ever.”
I met Ashton in the kitchen a half hour later, both of us freshly showered and dressed. Rhett wasn’t with him. The thought he’d taken off to escape whatever he was feeling made my stomach twist.
“Where’s Rhett?” I asked, heading toward the coffee pot where Ashton waited for the machine to finish gurgling him a cup.
“Office.”
Needing to touch Ashton, I laid my hand on his lower back. The heat of his body reached through his T-shirt to warm my palm. “Is he okay?”
“Yeah.” He offered me a smile, but I took in the paleness of his face and frowned.
“Are you alright? Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t look so good.”
He huffed a laugh and turned away to retrieve his coffee. “I’m fine. Just need some caffeine.”
I didn’t know Ashton enough to tell if he was lying or not, but his assurance didn’t ring true.
Perhaps he and Rhett had words in the bathroom after I’d left their room for my own shower. Perhaps Rhett had regretted what we’d done or how much his partner had seemed to enjoy being with me.
But Ashton had told me they’d shared women before. Had our hooking up somehow hit Rhett in a different way? Was he second-guessing what had happened? Did he want me to leave?
All the questions made me realize the three of us moved forward a lightning speed, but I wouldn’t go back and do things differently if given that option. Ashton and I had something real, and maybe Rhett and I had too earlier that morning, but what had sent him scurrying off like he was the one with antsy feet—
“Sky.”
I realized I stared at the cabinet, unmoving for who knew how long. Forcing a smile, I turned to find Ashton peering at me. Concern furrowed his brow as his gaze flitted over my face. “Hmm?” I asked.
“Where’d you go just now?”
“Oh, just in the clouds.” I waved my hand as though brushing aside my weirdness and set my sights on making my own coffee. “Two scoops of sugar and one unhealthy dollop of cream,” I half-sang to myself, flitting toward the refrigerator.
I pulled open the door, and thoughts of coffee fled.
“Ooo, bacon!” I grabbed the rest of the pack I’d cooked from my first morning in Ash and Rhett’s house, but my stomach screamed French toast!, so I retrieved the eggs and milk too. “Cinnamon…” I placed my supplies on the countertop and searched the spice drawer for what I wanted. “Powdered sugar?” I asked Ashton without turning.
“No—sorry.”
“Not a problem!” I sing-songed. “Griddle?”
“Cabinet at your knees.” His voice held a hint of a smile.
“Maple syrup or berries?” I tossed out my next thought as the image of a carton of blueberries I’d seen seconds before in the fridge registered in my brain.
“Syrup.”
I hurried on itchy feet to gather a mixing bowl, a whisk, plates and forks.
Loaf of bread—check.
Butter—check.
Frying pan for the bacon…that should have been done first since it would take the longest.
I lit the stove’s flame, focusing on peeling off strips of bacon from the pack and lying them in the heating pan.
Perfect.
Now…bread.
Already got that—
“Sky.”
I jerked around, having forgotten I wasn’t alone in the kitchen.
Ashton grinned at me, holding out a mug of coffee.
“How did I…never mind.” Face flaming over my absentmindedness, I took his offering and sipped the blonde, steaming liquid. Perfectly sweet. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” His eyes glowed in a way that tingled arousal through my entire body, and my mind went back to the feel of his thickness pushing into my body and how I’d stretched to accommodate his girth.
An achingly sweet shiver rolled over me.
“Bacon,” Ash murmured, pulling my focus back to the present—and his smile.
“Oh shit.” I spun, the sizzle of fat and scent of bacon registering to my senses.
I used a pair of tongs to flip the bacon and ignored the eyes I could feel on my back in order to get the rest of our breakfast started.
“You said you’ve never been medically diagnosed with ADHD?” Ash asked, and I shook my head.
“My parents focused their attention on Nora, the gifted twin, since I just drove them nuts. She got all the brains, leaving me with close to none.”
“I think you’re incredibly intelligent,” Ash argued, and I huffed my disagreement. “Perhaps not book smarts, but you’re intuitive. Sensitive to other souls. Your empathy and the natural desire to soothe others is more important to me than straight A’s or any college degree.”
“I’ll bet Rhett doesn’t feel the same though, does he?” I asked with a slight frown, my wrist flying as I whisked the eggs into a froth of yellow.
Ash didn’t answer right away, confirming my suspicions.
“How did Missing Link match us when Rhett and I are total opposites?” I asked, insecurity brewing in my stomach alongside the coffee.
“Because our profile showed what I desired—an angel to give us what we both need.”
Children and emotional release.
But what about love—was that on the table? And if not, would I be content to have a piece of Ashton’s heart and not Rhett’s? Was my first adventure in a menage a one and done? What if Rhett wasn’t interested in any part of me, simply wanted a physical relationship?
My shoulders tensed as I shook cinnamon into the egg mixture, remembering what Nora had told me about being a third wheel. “Is there even room in your relationship for another person, Ashton? Or am I wasting my time dreaming about dark-haired knights on white horses and happily ever afters?”
Ashton wrapped his arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder.
