CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ash darted his tongue inside Brenna, unable to help his groans of delight as she pleasured his cock while he tasted her arousal.
He couldn’t believe this turn of events. Earlier he’d been standing in his shower, his heart aching from missing her so damned much. And now here she was, making love to him so passionately. If this was but a dream, he’d squeeze his own neck if he dared to wake up.
Brenna’s lips closed around his hardness, her tongue teasing the tip as she caressed his balls with her hand. Oh God, this woman knew exactly how to drive him crazy. He was getting close, but this wasn’t how he wanted to come tonight.
“Bren, I want to come inside you,” he grunted.
Brenna got off him—eagerly, he thought—and repositioned herself to straddle his hips. She guided his erection into her wet opening and sank down slowly, taking in his full length. Then she started rocking.
“Ahh, baby...” he groaned. He sat up so they were nose to nose, their hips flexing and meeting with the primary purpose of taking each other to paradise.
She felt so good. And so damned incredible. Only Brenna could take him to this level of arousal and pleasure, and he knew why. It wasn’t only his cock that was participating in the action. His heart was burning, ablaze with love.
“I love you, Bren,” he groaned, nearing his climax. He buried his face in her neck as he braced for his release.
“Ash,” Brenna gasped.
“Say it, baby,” he pleaded, straining his legs to thrust into her more powerfully.
She clutched him tightly, her body quivering. “I love you!” she cried as she erupted in an intense orgasm.
With a victorious yell, he came inside her. The force of it had him seeing stars.
*
“Stay here tonight,” Ash said as he gathered Brenna in his arms, replete and deeply satisfied.
“I’d already planned to,” she said, lazily drawing circles on his chest. “I’ve got my work clothes for tomorrow in the car.”
He grinned. “Confident that I’d fall for your charms, were you?”
She chuckled “No. Just being prepared. But I’m glad you succumbed to my seduction,” she answered sultrily.
“I don’t think I had any hope in hell of resisting,” he murmured.
Brenna nipped at his jaw. “I’m pleased you didn’t make it hard for me. But I must say I’m a bit disappointed that I didn’t get the chance to try out my other moves. I didn’t think you’d give in that quickly.”
“You had other moves?” he asked with interest.
Brenna nodded, trying to hide her smile but failing.
“Well, I’d like to see them.” He tried not to sound too excited.
She shook her head. “I think I’ll save them for next time.”
“Next time? Like tomorrow night? Or maybe when I wake up in the middle of the night from my hot, horny dreams of you?”
Brenna giggled. “No. I meant next time when I have to thaw you out because we had a fight or something.”
“Oh,” he said, disappointed. “It won’t be for a while then.”
“I hope so,” Brenna said, gently slapping his chest.
“Well, seeing that we don’t have any plans of fighting in the foreseeable future, how about you show me those moves anyway?” he asked, caressing her naked back.
Brenna thought for a second. “I’ll make you a deal.”
“Okay.”
She shifted to rest on his chest, looking down at him. “You tell me about your hot, horny dreams—”
“Deal,” he said eagerly.
Brenna laughed. “I’m not done. You tell me about your hot, horny dreams and we start going through the boxes in your garage this weekend.”
He scrunched his face. “Sorry, babe. I’m going to an expo for the latest eye surgical instruments on Saturday. I’ve arranged to meet a contact there.”
“What about Sunday?”
His brows rose. “Don’t you go to Patty’s every Sunday?”
She leaned down to kiss him. “I’ll see her another time. You’re my priority now, Ash.”
“Bren,” he whispered, his heart expanding. “Are you sure? Would Patty be okay with it?”
“I’m sure she’ll understand that I have other things to do on some Sundays. She’ll be fine.”
He pulled her head down for a kiss, pouring his elation and relief into the meeting of their lips.
“I suppose that since I have several Ash seduction techniques up my sleeve, I can show you another one tonight,” Brenna murmured.
“Excellent idea,” he agreed wholeheartedly.
Good thing he didn’t have major operations scheduled for tomorrow. He and Brenna wouldn’t get much sleep tonight.
*****
“These are your clothes from your teenage years!”
Ash laughed, surprised by some of the contents of the boxes in his garage. “I can’t believe Mum packed those. They were in the spare room at my old apartment. I could have donated those ages ago.”
“I still think it’s funny that your mum didn’t label the boxes when she helped you pack,” Brenna said.
“I know. Mum thought I was running out of time with my packing, so she turned up one day while I was at work. She chucked everything in boxes with no rhyme or reason, wanting to get everything done before my move the next day. She didn’t know that I didn’t want to box everything because I really wanted to ditch a lot of stuff. Anyway, luckily I’d already packed and labeled the important things before that.”
“Three and half years later...” Brenna quipped.
He chuckled, walking towards Brenna. “Well, at least we’ve started,” he said, pulling her to him and giving her a kiss. In no time flat, the kiss had turned passionate.
“We should make a rule,” Brenna said breathlessly, pushing at his chest.
“What rule?”
“No kissing until we finish at least one box, or we won’t make good progress.”
“Okay, on one condition.”
“What?”
“Let’s have sex now first, and then we can start with that rule.”
Brenna giggled. “Here?”
“Yes, here,” he murmured against her neck, sneaking a hand underneath her shirt.
They were startled by the doorbell ringing.
“Were you expecting someone?” Brenna asked.
“No.”
He went to press a button to open the garage door. As it started rolling up, they could see two pairs of legs—male and female—walk towards it. He recognised their shoes.
He groaned silently. Amanda and Connor. Drats. No sex with Brenna in the garage today.
“Well, well. What brings you here?” he asked dryly when the door was rolled up enough to reveal the couple’s faces.
“I was told that today is the day we’re sorting through your boxes,” Amanda said, grinning widely and giving him a kiss.
“We?”
“I self-invited myself and Connor,” his sister replied, already bouncing up to Brenna. “You guys don’t mind, do you? You know how long I’ve been wanting to see what’s inside these boxes.”
He glanced at Brenna, who shrugged at him with a sheepish smile. He chuckled. Brenna must have told Amanda what they’d planned to do today.
“So anything exciting in these boxes, bro?” Connor asked, man-hugging him hello.
“I do believe some of my old toy cars are in there somewhere,” he answered, knowing that should get his future brother-in-law excited.
“Let’s go find them then.”
*
“Amanda and I are going to prepare some lunch,” Brenna announced.
“Sure, babe,” Ash answered distractedly, reading through his school report cards in amusement.
“I found one!” Connor cried triumphantly, holding up a miniature, old model Volkswagen Beetle.
“Oh my God,” Ash said with a laugh. “That used to be my dad’s. Actually, I think it was even my grandfather’s. It’s battery operated, but I doubt it still works.”
“I could try fixing it,” Connor said.
“So your Formula One mechanic skills work on antique toy cars, too?” he teased.
“We shall soon see,” Connor said with a grin.
Ash smiled, feeling absolutely contented. Life was bliss, and he knew Brenna was at the core of it.
“Ash,” Brenna said from the threshold.
He frowned at the fearful look in her face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, rushing to her.
“I just saw missed messages on my phone. Patty’s been taken to hospital.”
“Is there a donor for her?” he asked hopefully.
She shook her head. “She’s not well. I have to go.”
“Of course, sweetheart. Do you want me to drive you?”
“No. It’s better if I go alone.”
“Okay,” he said, kissing her forehead.
“I’ll see you later?” she asked softly.
He nodded, kissing her again and letting her go.
This was most definitely not the time for him to show insecurity or jealousy. It would be plain wrong at a time like this. Besides, Brenna had already told him she loved him. What more could he ask for?