but my emotions, too.
I cried.
As pleasure like no other zapped all over my body, I wailed, overwhelmed by my senses being over-heightened. Tears fell, limbs vibrated. My lungs shuddered, heart roared. And it wasn’t just one orgasm. Ashton fucked me until I lost track of where I was and how long I’d been here. The only thing I could answer was who.
Ashton Spencer.
At first, I thought the phone ringing was a part of my dream. When it continued, I realized I wasn’t in the ocean swimming. It had to have been a dream. Then when I felt the warm skin shift on my body, my eyes fluttered open. That was a bad idea, thanks to the bright ass sun blasting through the opened curtains. The next time the phone rang, I was roused enough to realize it was my cell. It sounded near and I remembered stuffing it into the pocket of my jeans last night. I used my left hand to pat the floor below, luckily feeling the denim brush across my fingertips. I managed to find the correct pocket, then to pull the phone out with one hand.
Though blurred, I recognized my uncle, June’s, name.
“Yo,” I tried sounding more alert than I was, but ended up sounding snappy instead.
“Yo,” he returned gruffly, matching my energy.
Was there something wrong? “Yo?”
“You good, young gun?”
“Yeah. Why?”
My regard climbed down my body and was immediately met by a big ass nest of brown curly hair; just beyond that were long toned legs vining around my hairy ones. Tori was stretched over me, fighting to remain asleep. A waft of coconut kissed my face when she moved her head from the crux of my right shoulder to lie her left cheek, in the opposite direction. That was when I could feel the softness of her firm tits against my abs. My dick stirred, morning wood coming alive.
June yawned in my ear, sounding more relaxed than he did when he initially called. “‘Cause, nigga, after your third drink, you was wiggin’.”
“What you mean?” I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a monster roaring in my head.
June’s laughter was too loud for this early ass hour. “You ‘on’t remember yo ass kept saying you was ready to get up outta dodge? We was all chillin’ and ya ass kept checking ya phone for the time. I was like, what this nigga rushing to get back to that empty ass mansion for?” He laughed loudly—a-fucking-gain. Tori stirred again, her bare pussy shifting onto my thigh then quickly retreating. God, I hope I didn’t hurt her. “The fuck you tryna get back there for? Jimmy’s soft ass?”
The sight of her ass naked on top of me brought back flash memories of last night. She cried—no, fucking howled—as I fucked her. She’d probably try to deny it, but Tori felt something more than us just fucking around. She had to.
She better…
Tori’s head lifted and she peered at me through tight eyes, likely begging my pardon for being so rude on the phone with a loud ass caller. Damn the growing headache, pride expanded my chest from an excitement I didn’t think I’d ever experienced. I grabbed a fistful of her wild hair, pulling her face to mine.
“It’s Christmas,” I answered June. “I had to get home to my gift.”
Not caring about my brandy, pussy, and ass-scented breath, I pulled a kiss from Tori that had her body tense over me before she warmed into it, clawing me at the shoulder and side of my abs. I pulled back to see her tear and mucous-stained face, her eyes tight and crusted. Beauty had revealed itself to me anew, seeing her like this.
“Merry Christmas,” I greeted her.
Tori smiled, looking like a little girl, and mouthed, “Merry Christmas, Spence.”
Chapter Twenty
-THEN-
Freshly showered and dressed in jeans, a cropped sweater, and Ugg boots, I plopped down the stairs. I tried fluffing my damp ponytail as I moved across the foyer. My stomach growled, I was so hungry. It was almost noon and I hoped the food scenting the lower level was breakfast. I could use pancakes and bacon.
With a mug in his hand, Ashton turned from the Christmas tree to me the moment I stepped into the living room. A flutter of excitement went through my belly at the sight of him. He was BSU-Ashton this morning, a far cry from Newark-Ashton last night…or early this morning. I couldn’t help smiling at him, almost flirting—in my weird human way. Grinning hard, he