without me asking. I fell into a giggling fit, another new thing about me. I laughed a lot with this guy.
“You’re drunk?”
Covering my mouth, I shook my head. What I found funny, I had no idea, but it was something. “No! This is only my third glass.”
“Good. Drunk fucking is only good when both parties are smashed.”
“Have you ever had drunk sex?” I gulped down delicious champagne, dying for the answer.
As he poured himself a glass, he answered, “I’ve had lots of types of sex, some of which I’d love to try with you.”
“We have all night—” I slapped my mouth, not expecting those words to fall from it.
Ashton’s head snapped back, brows met, and that cute, worldly smirk shaped his lips. “Word, Nabby-girl? You know, I’ll hold you to that.”
I wanted him to. Shit, I wanted him, too. I was so horny. That wasn’t something I knew how to easily communicate without jumping on him. While Ashton was a big guy, I was no dainty ballerina. I could hurt us if not careful.
“Was the call important?”
After taking a long draw from his glass, Ashton blew out a breath. “Hell yeah.” He lowered himself into the water until it met his neckline. “My agent. He’d just gotten off with A.D. Jones and wanted me to know all was clear for my training to start in three days. The trainers have been booked and their housing’s been settled.”
“Damn. That was fast.”
He nodded. “Yup. That’s what money can get you.”
“I’m sure your Nana ain’t happy about that.” Referencing that woman left a bitter taste on my tongue. She was cruel.
“Who you telling?” he murmured, gazing out to the gorgeous sky. “She and Jimmy are cutting the check, though. But it’s only for two months. It’ll be over before we all know it.”
“So, just three days and then I won’t be seeing you.”
He scoffed his cool Ashton Spencer way. “It won’t be nearly as often as last semester. But you’ll see me. I made sure of it.”
Confused, I dropped the glass from my mouth when I was about to take another sip. “Huhn?”
“Huhn what?” He wouldn’t look at me.
“How did you make sure of it?”
“By not finishing that stupid ass paper.” His eyes traveled over to me.
Wait… “Why?”
His head slanted. “I said why.”
But…
He couldn’t have. It didn’t make any sense. Why would he not hand in the paper because of me?
“You’re crazy.” I decided to go with the mood.
I didn’t believe Ashton would jeopardize his career for me, but if he wanted to impress me with words instead of his usual cockiness, I was good with it.
But did he?
His regard went back to the pretty sky. “Why are you looking stuck, McNabb?”
“Because I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me—I mean, I know you are, but—”
He sprung from the water and took me by the head, kissing me. The glass slipped from my hand when I went weak from his delicious aggressiveness. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and my pussy clenched.
Still, I slapped him. Ashton’s head whipped to the right. His eyes returned to me hard and dark.
My chest heaved when I warned him, “Don’t play games with me.”
After a beat, he bit out, “I don’t fuckin’ play games, KaToria. I don’t have to.”
That part, I believed. Attacked with emotions I wasn’t familiar with, I jumped on him. My mouth crashed into his and I kissed him like a crazy woman, throwing my sex into him, wanting him inside of me. Ashton didn’t leave me hanging. He took me at the hips, grabbing me into his growing hardness. I was wild: hands in his thick hair, titties pushing into his neck. We moved and lifted from the water, mouths busy on each other. When he carried me into the cool air, my mouth traveled down his face, clasping his chin through his beard.
Yeah, I was wild and possibly drunk, but I felt everything in the moment. Felt the muscles in his arms against my thighs, his beating heart against my chest, and even his harsh breaths as he pulled on my ponytail, licking my neck.
Ashton lay me down on the cool lounge chair, but the inferno burning in my pussy wouldn’t allow me to feel the cold temperature. Right away, he stretched my arms above my head, fastening our hands together. His mouth was perfect, right in rhythm with mine. Ashton was so ready for me, he didn’t need to use his hand to guide himself into me. I was so wet,