her. I lift her at a racer’s pace, and holy fuck, I can’t get deep enough.
I can’t get close enough.
I want more, so much more.
The orgasm rips though me and I cry out. For the first time in my life I actually come inside of a woman…and it’s perfect. Just like she is.
“What will it be?” The bartender asks.
“Bloss?” I ask.
“Erm...” She peruses the cocktail menu. “I’ll have a Margarita, please.”
“And I’ll have a Blue Label Scotch on the rocks.”
I smile at the beautiful woman sitting opposite me. After spending the afternoon in bed we’ve been out for dinner and now we’re having drinks. The conversation flows easy and she makes me laugh. I feel like I’m hanging out with a good friend. There’s no bullshit at all between us. We are seated in the corner of a trendy club. The decor is dark and moody, and the copper bar is large. Huge, black, metal pendant lights hang down from the center of the ceiling.
Our drinks are delivered and Ash sips hers and smiles at the bartender. “Bravo.”
He throws her a satisfied wink and I smile as he walks away.
She sips her drink again. “Tell me why you’ve never had unprotected sex before,” She says quietly.
I shrug. “It’s never been something that’s bothered me before.”
She raises her eyebrows. “And it bothers you with me?”
I nod. “Strangely enough, it does.”
“What abut your past girlfriends?’
“Only ever had one girlfriend and that was in college.”
She screws up her face in shock. “What?”
I shrug and smile.
“So, you’re just like a huge sleazebag who sleeps with everyone?”
I laugh out loud. Trust her to say it how it is. “I have fun,” I reply. “And I don’t sleep with everyone. I’ve never had a girlfriend because I couldn’t ever be a cheater.”
“Why not?’
“Its not who I am. I love women too much to go out of my way to hurt them.”
“So, you just break their bodies instead of their hearts?” she asks.
I smirk. “Something like that. I usually get in about five dates before I have to end it.”
She frowns. “So five dates is the expiry date?”
“No. It usually takes about five dates before they start stating wanting more and I end it.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Right, so what date are we on?”
“Date twelve.”
She laughs into her drink. “How do you work that out?”
I count on my fingers. “Well… Vegas.”
She smirks.
“Then the five days at work count for five dates.”
“We didn’t touch each other at work.”
“But I couldn’t take my eyes off you, so that counts as a date for each day because that was, like, extended torture.”
She laughs and holds her drink up to me in approval.
“Then the club.”
“The lap dance?” she murmurs in horror.
I smile. “Yes. Then the night at my house.”
“Which was last night, so that only comes to eight.”
“But we had sex four times today.”
“Are you counting?”
“Yes.” I keep counting on my fingers. “Really, I say that makes it ten dates and tonight will be worth another two.”
Her eyes hold mine. “I guess the end is near for me then.” She puts the back of her hand over her forehead to fake distress. “Oh no, what ever will I do?”
“You better watch your step and be a good girl. I might keep you around for another few dates yet.” I smirk
She grins and sips her drink.
“What about you?” I ask.
She raises her eyebrows, as though surprised by my question. “Erm, a few boyfriends in college.” She pauses as if thinking. “After I met you, I got engaged.”
My face falls. What? That shouldn’t bother me as much as it does.
“What happened?” I ask.
She sips her drink as if uncomfortable. “He wasn’t the one.”
I raise an eyebrow in question. “The one?”
“He wasn’t the man I met in Vegas, that’s for sure.”
Our eyes lock as the electricity zaps between us. “You getting sappy on me, Tucker?”
She rolls her lips. “Temporary slip up. I’ll stop drinking immediately.”
I raise my hand to the bartender. “Four more, please,” I ask and she bursts out laughing.
“Have you ever dated anyone who had children?” she asks.
I screw up my face. “Fuck no. I could think of nothing worse.”
14
Ashley
I blink in shock, I think. “You could think of nothing worse than a child in your life?” What a stupid thing to say. Well, I wanted my answer and there it is.
We’re doomed.
“Hello, Ashley,” a voice echoes from behind me. Cameron and I turn to see Andrew, my ex fiancé standing there.
My eyes widen. “A-Andrew?” I stammer. My eyes flicker between