Filed to story: Swallow Me Whole (Sadie & Ashton) Book Free
“Oh, it absolutely was.” My hand leaves a firm, satisfying smack that echoes through the suite, but the best part is how she jumps.
“I think you enjoy a good spanking.” I land another one, harder this time.
“Ow!”
As she wiggles atop my lap, my semi thinks about growing into a hard piston again. But her mouth isn’t going to cut it because I want more.
I want everything.
Before I do something stupid, I push her off of me. And maybe my frustration is apparent, because she protests with hurt coloring her features, the sharp angles of her face an abstract masterpiece of rejection. To reassure her, I lean over and take her by the mouth, and Sadie melts against me, her tongue eager against mine as we tumble to the mattress. Her body blankets mine, surrounds me in her seductive heat, and we become a tangle of limbs, our hands roaming feverish skin, mouths fused together as she straddles my thighs, her tits smashing against my chest.
I’m dying to thrust inside her. The need is a beast clawing my gut.
Get a grip, asshole.
The mating of our mouths will have to be enough for now. The touch of hands, the sharpness of fingernails. She inches back, and her locks fall in a red curtain around my face. “Were you serious about necking all night?”
“If that’s what you want.” It might kill me, but I’ll do it.
Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she searches my face. Her hair is wild and disheveled—just the way I like it—but her expression is pure seriousness.
“I want more, Ash.”
My dick springs to life. So does my heart.
“What do you mean?”
“I want you.”
“You’re on top right now, sweetheart. I don’t think I’m going anywhere.”
“That’s not what I mean.” Closing her eyes, she sucks in a shaky breath. “I want to be with you.”
I lift an unsteady hand and slide it along her cheek, scared to believe I’m reading her right. “You mean a relationship?”
“We can’t go back.
Just friends is long gone.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
She’s still gnawing on that lip, face pinched in fear, and I hate myself for making her so scared and uncertain about my intentions.
“You’ve got no reason to be afraid.” Lifting my head, I press my forehead against hers. “Look at the affect you have on me. I’m fucking shaking.” I run my thumb across her lips. “No one’s ever made me feel the way you do, Sadie. I’m yours, all the way.”
She blinks the sheen from her jade eyes, then she’s laughing as she covers my mouth with hers. Relieved laughter. Happy-crazy-in-love-laughter.
I roll us until I’m on top, and the laughter dies, replaced by moaning. We infuse everything we feel into the sweep of our tongues. At some point, she breaks away, and even though she’s pinned underneath me, the seriousness in her eyes gives me pause.
“If you break my heart, I’m gonna break your dick, Ash.”
“Ouch,” I say, faking a wince to hide the smile that wants to take hold.
She socks me in the shoulder. “I mean it. Don’t you dare break my fucking heart.”
I surround her face with my hands. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
Her mouth parts in surprise. “What about all the women?”
“None of them were you.”
She blinks as if the passing seconds will make my declaration sink in. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why do you think?”
Understanding dawns on her face. “Promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“No matter what happens, promise we’ll always be friends.”
“I promise, Sawyer. You’re stuck with me.”
We seal that promise with a kiss that turns into an epic make-out session.
Sadie
Ashton’s embrace is the epitome of security, and I cling to it as doubt and fear of the what-ifs try sneaking past my happiness. I told him I wanted more. I told myself I’d try.
Now I’m scared shitless I made a mistake.
But God. How can I not bask in the sensation of skin on skin, or find solace in the serenity that only the stillness of night can bring? Eventually, we fall into a peaceful doze, wrapped together in the sheets in the aftermath of lust and liberty.
Then something jerks me awake.
I don’t know what time it is, but the hotel suite is full of inviting shadows that whisper for me to lay my head back on his shoulder and let sleep claim me. But then I hear it again. Careful not to wake Ash, I sit up, blinking grit from my eyes, and search our surroundings for…something.
Something is making itself known, encroaching on my time in Ashton’s arms.
It’s a vibrating pulse that goes silent, and I realize it’s a missed call. The sound goes off again, this time only once, and my attention lands on his cell on the nightstand. I grab it without thinking, and I’m about to tap him on the shoulder when I happen to glance at the screen. I do a double take since I recognize the name on the text notification pop-up.
Corinne.
The blonde he took to prom. The girl I spied hanging all over him last month at his house during his roommate’s drunken birthday celebration. I tamp down the jealousy threatening to rise because Ashton has never hid his manwhoring ways.
But now those days are over. I’ve been his secret for a couple of weeks, except that’s about to change, too. We’re a thing now. He’s mine, and I’m his, and soon, everyone will know it.
So why is this bone-jarring doubt plaguing me? With fear squeezing my heart, I don’t question the wisdom of snooping through his phone. I get his passcode right on the first try. It’s the same one he’s had for the past year, and he’s never felt the need to keep it a secret from me. Once I’m in, I pull up the message from Corrine, and my heart thuds to the bottom of my gut.
Corrine: I need you. I’m at the ER. Something’s wrong with the baby.