The Fling Apple, page 10
He chuckled, making those damn dimples prominent and enticing, and I wanted nothing more than to reach over and touch them. I blushed just thinking about it.
“I love it when you say my name.”
I slapped his arm. “Stop that.”
“Stop what, telling the truth? You want me to lie? Tell you that I’m not thinking of all the dirty stuff I want to do to you?” He glanced over with a mischievous stare. “You caught me, sweetness. Can’t get anything past you, huh? I’m trying to impress you; is it working?”
I giggled. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’m kinda digging you calling me sweetness. No one’s ever called me that before.”
“I’m almost certain no one’s ever done a lot of things to you or for you before,” he hesitated, speaking with conviction…
“And I’ll tell you what, I really love that.”
Chapter 13
—Sage—
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just eat, Casanova.” I sat forward.
The entire time we ate, we spoke about nothing in particular, getting to know one another. I truly enjoyed being the center of his attention. The movie began, and Ashton still didn’t take his eyes off me.
“Are you going to watch the movie or me?”
He grinned. “I’ve seen this movie.”
“Then why did you choose it again?”
“It’s my favorite movie, but it’s my second favorite thing about tonight.” He leaned against the back of his truck, and I followed suit.
“I’ve never been here.”
“That’s a shame.”
“Yeah,” I replied, taking in the fresh air. The breeze was a nice change of pace from the hot, humid summer. I forgot how much I loved it outside during this time of year.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what my favorite thing about tonight is?” He moved a little closer to me, causing his cologne to instantly assault my senses. It was difficult not to turn into him just to breathe in his scent.
“I don’t know. Are you going to say something dirty or flirty? Or are you going to be honest?”
“I’m always honest. You, Sage, you’re my favorite thing about tonight.”
Our eyes connected, and for the first time I didn’t have to question him.
The truth was written all over his face.
“Tell me something about yourself that no one knows,” he inquired. “Not even Aspyn,” he added.
“Now that’s a hard one. There isn’t anything Aspyn doesn’t know.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you seem like the kind of woman who might keep some things hidden.”
Yeah… I’m hiding the fact that I’m a mother of twins!
Instead of blurting my life story, I nonchalantly shrugged, and he accepted my silent request by not pressuring me to give him more than I wanted.
“Let’s talk about you,” I reiterated.
“I’m an open book, so ask me anything.”
“You tell me something you’ve never told anyone.”
“Alright.” He nodded, carrying on. “When I was sixteen, I made a pact with my boys to stay single and never fall in love.”
My eyes widened. “Is that why you’re still single?”
“I don’t know anymore.”
I wasn’t sure if he was implying that I was the reason, but if the expression on his face was any indication, then he totally was.
“Was it your idea?”
“No, it was Leo’s.”
“Isn’t he living with his girlfriend?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“So? Is that pact broken now?”
“For him.”
“Not for you?”
He shook his head. “Not for me.”
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel like his response wasn’t a slap in the face.
“Don’t fall in love with me, Sage.”
I didn’t hold back. “What about you falling in love with me, Ashton?”
“I made the pact a few hours before the first time I met you at that party. You were all cute and awkward, and it’s the only time in the last eight years that I wished I could take it back.”
“Ashton…”
“I’m lying. It’s not the only time in the last eight years. Last week, when I saw you standing in front of everyone at that speed dating event, looking all beautiful and stunning and still just as awkward, I wished for it again.”
We locked eyes.
“I’ve never told anyone that.”
My heart pounded in my chest with heavy thumps. “I’m really glad we ran into each other again.”
That was all it took for him to lean in and claim my mouth once again.
—Ashton—
I leaned in and kissed her.
At first, it started innocently enough, but after a couple of seconds she parted her mouth and moved her lips. Her mouth became more demanding, wanting me to respond, and I gently started to, which earned me a moan from her lips.
She tasted like cider beer and peppermint, and I couldn’t get enough. Her tongue was smooth and felt like silk. I’d only just kissed her, but it already felt so fucking long.
I began to lean forward, wanting to feel her body beneath mine. The second I was above her, my hand started roaming. It started at her hair and then traveled down to her face. She writhed and moaned under me, enticing me to go further. My hand moved to the top of her breast and I could feel her nipple hardening through her cotton dress. She pushed her breast further into my hand, and I immediately gripped it harder, earning me another moan.
It was the first time I’d ever felt her in this way, rubbing my hard cock against her core. She followed my lead pretty quickly and started doing the same against me. I kissed her with all the passion and hunger of a famished man. She met each and every push and pull I delivered. My hand moved under her bra, and I knew I needed to stop, but I couldn’t fucking help myself.
I wanted this all week, and I allowed the desire and yearning for her to completely take over me. She felt fucking incredible against my fingers and in the palm of my hand. Everything with Sage was indescribable. It didn’t matter how many girls I had been with nothing came close to this.
It excited me in ways I never thought were possible. The emotions and lust I felt for her made everything more real and complete.
Our movements became headier and more urgent since we were both searching for something. When I pushed aside her bra and kissed my way down to her breasts, her back arched off the bed of my truck. Her hips moved faster against my cock, and I kept up the same momentum. I opened my eyes to look at her, desperately wanting to see her breasts. I cupped it again, and it fit flawlessly in the palm of my hand. Her cherry nipples were just the right size. Taut, just waiting for me to suck them into my mouth.
I did.
Through a hooded stare, I looked up at her. Sage’s mouth was parted, her face flushed, her chest rose and fell at a rapid speed as she fisted the blanket beneath her. This embrace was much different than the last. My lips were rough but smooth against hers, my touch firm yet gentle. Her heart drummed so unbelievably fast, I felt it against my chest.
Her body molded perfectly with mine. It was the most overwhelming and consuming feeling I’d ever felt in my entire life. There would be no coming back from this.
From her.
Us.
This deep connection was evident from the first time we’d laid eyes on one another.
Sage’s lips were meant to be on mine. My body was meant to be on top of hers.
She was my girl.
Had she always been my girl?
“Fuck … you feel good,” I painfully groaned.
My thoughts.
My words.
They all seemed to be scrambled together.
“Ashton,” she erratically breathed, panting breaths on my lips.
“What, baby?”
“I want you.”
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone,” I confessed, holding on by a thread.
“Please…”
I wouldn’t fuck her here. I’d have to wait. Though, I could give her a taste of what was to come.
Her.
A lot.
I slid my hand down her body until I reached the edge of her panties, and she spread her legs wider. I could already feel the wetness through the silk when my fingers found her pussy.
She shamelessly moaned, leaning her head back and urging me to keep going. Thank God no one was here but us. I shifted her panties to the side and touched her pussy for the first time. She shuddered, kissing me deeper, harder, faster.
Her pussy lips were soft.
Bare.
No fucking hair.
Just the way I loved it.
My fingers moved to her opening, soaking up her wetness and rubbing back and forth on her clit.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
The only reply she could muster was another heady moan as I glided my fingers into her opening, going right for her g-spot while she swayed her hips with the same momentum.
“Oh, God…”
I released a growl from deep within my chest, watching her come apart, or at least I thought.
“You like that, baby? Does that feel good? Huh? Tell me, tell me it feels good,” I huskily urged.
“Ashton…” was all she managed to say.
In less than a couple of seconds, her body turned scorching hot and her face bright red.
“Oh, God…” she repeated, panting. “This can’t be happening again. I’m burning up!”
“Good, babe, I want you to feel like you’re on fire for me.”
“No! Ashton, I’m actually burning! My vagina is two degrees short of boiling fucking water!” She pushed me off of her, and I could honestly say, this was the first time a woman had ever done so.
“Sage, what’s wrong?”
She instantly grabbed my hands, reaching for my finger with the band-aid on it. “Oh. My. God. Of course! Of course, this would happen to me!”
“What?” I couldn’t keep up with how irrational she was being.
She didn’t waver, immediately trying to jump out of my truck. I saw it happen, but I couldn’t stop it. When I went for her, I was too late. Sage stumbled over her own two feet, falling flat on her face in the grass.
“Oh shit!” I jumped off, crouching beside her. “You okay?”
“No,” she bellowed, almost on the verge of tears.
“What do you need? What can I do?”
“I need to go to the river to soak in water while I wait for Aspyn to come get me and take me to the emergency room.”
There were a hundred and one questions I wanted to ask her, but I didn’t. I simply picked her up off the grass and carried her in my arms down to the river.
She hissed with each step I took, and I hated that I was hurting her. Unsure of what to say or do. I didn’t say a word, holding it all in. Once we were there, I carefully sat her in the water. Resisting the urge to laugh my ass off at how adorable and pathetic she looked all at the same time.
“I’m not crazy.”
“No.” I shrugged. “This is totally normal. Women usually have to soak in rivers after I finger fuck them.”
She chuckled despite herself. “I’m allergic to latex.”
I narrowed my eyes at her, still not understanding.
“Your band-aid.”
And just like that, it all made sense. I jerked back, shocked was an understatement. “That’s really a thing?”
“Yes! Now I need you to call Aspyn. I need to go to the ER.”
Never in a million years did I think this would happen. I went from wanting to take her to Heaven to actually delivering her straight to Hell.
Flaming pussy and all.
Fuck. My. Life.
Actually, fuck you, Johnson and Johnson.
Chapter 14
—Ashton—
“This is definitely a first for us,” Sawyer expressed, walking into my house with the shitty ass driver behind him.
She hurried to Sage who was sitting on the couch in my living room.
“How’s your vagina?” she asked.
Sage lifted her dress, showing her friend the washcloth that was soaking in between her legs.
“At least we’re not sitting at the emergency room this time with a bunch of strangers judging you.”
“Not helping, Aspyn.”
“This time?” I asked, unable to hold back.
They both locked up; it was quick, but I saw it.
What was that?
“How many times has this happened?”
They both eyed each other before Sage replied, “This is only the second time.”
“When was the first?”
Her eyes widened for a moment. “The first night we met.”
As if right on cue, Sawyer brought everyone’s attention over to him when he knelt in front of Sage and grabbed her foot.
“Ah!” she hissed as he pushed the heel of her foot back, biting down on her lower lip.
“On the scale of one to five, five being the worst, where is your pain level when I do this?”
“Not too bad.”
“What about this?”
“A little pain when you do that.”
He did a few more twists and turns before reaching into his medical bag and pulling out a needle. “It’s just a minor sprain. You’ll be good as new in a day or two. I’m going to have to give you a shot for the allergic reaction.”
She nodded, never taking her eyes off me.
“How did you figure out you were allergic to latex when we first met, Sage?”
The expression on her face was one I recognized all too clearly.
Cautious.
“Are you weighing your words, sweetness?”
“No … yes … maybe.”
“What Sage is trying to say,” Aspyn intervened like the good friend she was to her, “is it’s a sore subject for her, and we don’t really need to talk about it right now.”
“Interesting.” I grinned. “Considering I didn’t ask you.”
“Oh, Sage didn’t tell you? Now that you’re dating her, you get me too.”
“I don’t do threesomes with friends, but thanks for the offer. Plus, you’re already fucking Sawyer, and he wouldn’t like that very much. Neither one of us like to share.”
Everyone laughed, fully aware I was being a smart ass but still serious. We didn’t go to pound town together. Although I truly didn’t do threesomes with friends, in the past, I’d fucked two chicks at once a few times and they were never quite like the magic of watching porn. The girls usually got jealous of one another because neither were really into going down on the other. It wasn’t what it was hyped up to be. Besides, my favorite part about sex was focusing on one woman and seeing all the ways I could make her come on my own.
To me, fucking was like a video game—the more you played, the more expert you became.
“Sawyer doesn’t need to worry about sharing me. We’re not dating, and I can do as I please,” Aspyn announced, and Sawyer’s jaw clenched.
She was going to get spanked later.
Hard.
His eyes met hers. “You’re sleeping with other men?”
“You’re not sleeping with other women?”
“No, Aspyn, you’re the only one riding my cock, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“I’m not talking about this right now.”
He eyed her for a couple more seconds until he held the needle up, shifting his gaze back to Sage. Sawyer was a private person, and it didn’t surprise me he didn’t want to talk about whatever was happening between them in front of us.
“I need you to pull down your pants for me.”
Sage’s stare locked with mine at Sawyer’s request.
“So the first guy who gets to see my girl’s ass is you? Awesome.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Your girl?”
Fuck me.
How did I keep putting my foot in my mouth? Why did it feel so good to call her my girl?
I couldn’t keep up with my rambling thoughts that crossed my mind at warp speed in a matter of seconds. There were moments in life when you just know you’re royally fucked, and I truly believed this was mine when it came to Sage and me. It was one of those instances I’d recall later and be like yep…
This was where I came to terms that having Sage in my life as my one and only didn’t freak me the fuck out. If anything, it made me happy.
Again, who I am?
“Rather me than the on-call physician,” Sawyer remarked.
Sage countered, “I thought you were a med student?”
Sawyer didn’t hold back the satisfaction in his expression as he smirked at Aspyn. “Talking about me, I see?”
Aspyn smiled. “Only in your dreams.”
With nothing but amusement in his eyes, they fell back on Sage again. “I am, but I called in a favor.”
She nodded and stood, lifting her dress. The only reason I resisted the urge to cut off Sawyer’s hands for touching her in a way I hadn’t yet was that he was completely professional. Watching him in his element was a sight, and Aspyn’s face literally melted as he tended to her friend. Slowly, and carefully, he poked the needle into her skin. Once he finished injecting her with the longest needle ever created, her face instantly felt the relief.
“Thank you.”
“On that note…” I walked toward my bar, needing to shove this emotional bullshit out the door. “I’m going to make us a drink.”
Booze.
Alcohol always fixed everything.
I was fine. This was fine. No big deal that I want to wake up next to Sage every morning and go to bed with her every night. It’s totally dandy. I don’t sound like a pussy in my own thoughts or anything.
Get. Your. Shit. Together.
On my way to the bar, I thought about the last time I was here with Sage.
The first time we technically hung out, I almost threw down with her ex-boyfriend, the second she’d kneed me in the balls, and the third, I gave her an allergic reaction by death of a Band-Aid and fingerbang.
