Chapter 12: Chapter Twelve

Ashe.

Oh. Shiiiiiit.

She was so wet, so tight, so perfect wrapped around my dick that I almost came inside her right then. So I lost myself in the distraction of her full lips and kissed her, hard, rough, almost like a punishment. She moaned as she matched my intensity, her tongue flicking and tasting, and she began to move on top of me, thrusting in time to our kiss. My skin couldn’t get enough of hers, and my hands roamed everywhere, over her ass, up her rib cage to her perfect tits. All the while, the symbol on my arm shot wild hot streaks straight to my cock which. Wasn’t. Helping.

I needed more of her. I needed to rut against her like a savage beast. I needed to fuck her brains out, soothe her back together, and then do it all over again.

“Wren…” It was a warning, or the start of one, but one look at her wet, kiss-swollen lips, her fevered eyes, her body writhing hard against mine, and that was it. Any control I might’ve had snapped.

“Wha— Oh!” Her mouth formed a perfect O as I stood us both up, still joined, our hips still thrusting, and dropped us to the fold-out bed which was covered with a sheet.

My hands went protectively behind her head when she almost hit the brick wall, but that was the beginning and end of gentle as I stretched out on top of her. Then I went balls deep inside of her again and again, and my mouth found hers. She met each of my thrusts with little cries and soft moans as she wound her fingers through the hair at the back of my head and held on.

“Ashe… Ashe!” She arched her long neck back, the cords pulling tight. Her slick inner walls pulsed and clamped down hard on my dick, just about ripping it off with the force of her orgasm. Which was fine. So, so much better than fine. But I couldn’t hang on any longer.

I wanted to. I wanted to fuck her straight into next week, but the electric storm surging from my wrist centered all at once at the base of my cock.

Her copper eyes met mine, half open and sated, and she winked.

I came, hard, great waves rippling all the way down to my toes and back again, never-ending. My hips slapped against hers as I kept thrusting into her, and my orgasm lasted so long that she came again. We rode each other through it, eventually slowing, until we lay there grinning like idiots.

Our symbols glowed in matching rhythms like a heartbeat. Like synchronized heartbeats. Weird.

“Damn,” she said, as she hugged me to her chest.

I laughed, feeling lightweight, relieved in every way possible, and almost already halfway asleep.

She blinked at her symbol and rubbed her thumb over it. “That was amazing.”

“It was mostly me and my know-how, and not our symbols,” I said, playing my fingers through her hair. “Just FYI.”

She laughed, a throaty, pure sound that wrapped around me even tighter than her arms. “If you say so, big guy.”

I nuzzled against her chest, my chin grazing the side of her tit, and everything about this felt right. Like we were made to fit together just like this while Wren reigned over the Southern Clan…with four other guys at her back.

Could I be willing to share her? Right now, no. Mostly because I was still inside her, but not just that. Sharing her with other guys would likely trigger some jealousy, even in me. Especially in me. It might even trigger some triggers. I had no right to feel like I owned Wren, though, especially when she had a greater role to play that was more important than the state of my heart. My heart would be fine, for the most part. Or fine-ish. Without her, the Southern Clan wouldn’t be because Queen Ravana ruled without a heart. I’d known that even before she was framing me for murder. Allegedly, I supposed, since I had no proof.

“Your thoughts are louder than our sex was,” she murmured against the top of my head. “Anything I should know?”

“I’m just thinking about you.” I smoothed my hand over her shoulder, mesmerized by the silky feel and the shadows from the oil lamp flickering over it. “Thinking about what’s going to happen.”

“Me too.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Wren.”

“You didn’t.”

“No, I mean…good. But I meant on the inside. I hurt your feelings before at Edna’s Itchen, and I can’t do that again. Seeing that…” I shook my head at the memory of Jessica bruised and beaten, but that had been nothing compared to the hurt and betrayal in her eyes. Yes, it was weird to be thinking about my sister right then, but seeing her like that had destroyed me right down to my soul. It had hurt even more with Wren because I’d been the one who put it there. “Seeing people hurt like that… It’s like my Achilles’ heel.”

“Well, now I know how to manipulate you without even really trying. Thanks for making it so easy.” She pressed a kiss to my forehead and then ruffled my hair. “I’m kidding of course.”

I laughed against her skin. “If you say so.”

We stayed like that, with me still on top of her, and both of us drifted off to sleep. Sometime later, a horrible buzzing chime sounded like an alarm, and I sprang up off of Wren, so groggy that I had no idea what was happening or even where I was.

Oh yeah. The library. A normally quiet place. What was that sound? I lurched in the direction it came from while Wren groaned and rolled to her other side, hiking up a blanket around her bare shoulder. I had no idea how long I’d slept, so if it was daytime, people in the library could surely hear the noise.

I kicked through our discarded clothes, scanning the entire area, when my phone slid out of my pants pocket and onto the floor. The screen flashed white in time with the chime, indicating…something. I picked up the phone and looked at the screen. Jessica’s number had texted me back multiple times in rapid fire, one for each of the annoying chimes.

Team Edward.

He’s vampy.

He’s rich.

He’s hot.

He drives like a maniac but believes in seat belts.

I’m also on Team Jacob.

Why choose?

Where’s my $5000?

I texted back: Have you fed Edgar?

There were only a handful of people who knew who her pet iguana Edgar was, and I happened to be one of them. She would figure out it was me she was texting. I figured if I got a text back, she wasn’t trying to hide from me in shame. If she didn’t text me back, well…I supposed that meant she didn’t want to talk to the person she’d called the cops on. Or...something had happened to her, but it didn’t.

The phone lay quiet in my palm as Wren slept like the dead beside me. I had to admit this stung a little, this long pause from Jessica. She might be dialing the police right now to have them track this number since it could have been her who’d sent them to her apartment to arrest me. I’d told her Devin was dead, after all. Didn’t matter, at least the phone part. I’d chuck it in a dumpster soon enough.

But first, since I was up, might as well take care of some business. Like leaving instructions with Ben and Joe to shift ownership of Invite Us In Cleaners to them if they didn’t hear back from me within a certain timeframe. I gave myself three days to clear my own name of two murders, and if I didn’t, I would need to vanish for a very long time, hopefully with Wren. According to the news articles I looked up to gain some insight, even I could believe I was guilty.

I must’ve fallen asleep on the bed while reading about what a horrible person I was, because I woke to lips skimming up my jaw and a soft hand sliding over my chest. I sure hoped I knew this person. And I sure hoped her name was Wren.

I groaned low in my throat as I turned my head to face her, then smiled at how perfect she looked lying next to me. She reached up to touch my jaw and grazed her lips over mine, her yellow eyes dancing with firelight and heavy with lust. Her hips drove into my side once, twice, dry-humping me from underneath her blanket while she ran her tongue underneath my bottom lip.

My dick, already hard, hardened even more and throbbed to be inside her. “Good morning to you too,” I said and wrapped her up closer so she could feel exactly what she did to me.

“Guess who I dreamed about?” she purred.

“Gene Simmons?” I pointed above the bed to his poster.

“You guessed it.” She pushed me flat on my back, freed herself from her blanket, and straddled me, her wetness pressed right up against my pulsing balls. Then she began to grind against me and leaned down, trailing slow kisses up my chest. “God, you’re good.”

“Damn right.”

I wasn’t even inside her yet, but I was this close to coming. Yet just like before, I wanted all of her at once.

She arched her back, which thrust her ass into the air, and I grabbed it and squeezed. My other hand went to the back of her head and fisted in her hair until she found my mouth with hers. Our tongues battled at the same tempo as our bucking hips. I slipped my hand from her ass and slid it down her smooth stomach, and then down farther to feel just how wet she was. We both groaned when I pushed two fingers up inside her.

“You’re fucking drenched, Wren.”

Her hips began to go wild, pressing her harder into the palm of my hand, but I quickly replaced my fingers with my cock because I was sure she was about to come. I slid my dick home, feeling her tighten around me, feeling how slippery and amazing she was, and she kept up the same pace as she had on my fingers.

She arched her back and sat up, which rocked her tits forward into my hands. I fondled them, leaned up to suck and bite them, and then she came with a violent shudder. She cried out as she squeezed around me, but I silenced her with a hard kiss. Her pulsing wetness, and the heated sparks from my wrist symbol, pulled an orgasm from the base of my spine and unwound it fast, straight into her. We swallowed each other’s groans, held tight, and then sagged against each other when the last of the aftershocks faded.

With a small laugh, she laid her head on my shoulder. “If your goal is to change the way I walk, I have a feeling it’s mission accomplished.”

I chuckled into her hair and then breathed her in, her sex smell, the clean soapy scent of her skin, the sexy rose smell of her hair. I couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to touch her. I had to admit, it made me want to pound my chest a little, but also hold her close.

“What’s that sound?” she asked.

When I let my mind drift away from her, I heard it too. Similar to the sound my phone had made before but slightly less annoying.

“I think my phone might be ringing.” Maybe it was my landlord who was calling to say he did have backup tapes proving someone had forced their way into my apartment to plant evidence. Or maybe it was Jessica.

“Oh.” Wren, still joined with me, reached over to get it from where I must’ve dropped it on the floor and then pressed a button. Her yellow eyes stuck on the screen, and then she froze. “Ashe.”

The phone still rang, and I held out my hand for it. “Let me answer, and then I need to get rid of this phone.”

She jerked the phone from my seeking fingers and climbed off of me quickly as if she couldn’t wait to get away. Her gaze was laser-focused on the phone, but then she finally flicked it up to me—sharp, lethal, fucking pissed. “When were you going to tell me you helped murder my mother?”