Storm Front (The Charistown Series) (Volume 2) (9 page)

She moved closer behind him until he could feel the warmth
of her body pressed up against his back. She dropped her voice a little lower
when she said, “Let’s get out of here, Ry. I know a better way to spend our
time.”

With the red haze receding from his vision he was able to
see the irritated glare Leo was giving to Jayson and the honest shame on Zane’s
face, but it was the look in Jayson’s eyes that gave him a poke in the ribs.
There was something there that didn’t sit right with Ryan. Maybe it was the
fact that Jayson was Scott’s brother or maybe it was just that Jayson was
acting like an asshole. Either way, Ryan was annoyed.

“Come on, Romeo. Let’s get out of here.” Hearing Ashley’s
sweet voice broke the spell of the tense moment.

“Yeah, Ry, take my sister out for an early dinner. I’ll meet
up with you before the show and we can all grab a quick bite to eat
afterwards.” Ryan looked at his best friend and saw tension in what were
usually such easygoing eyes and felt his shoulders start to tighten up once
again.

Ryan stood stone still. His fingers webbed tightly with
Ashley’s as he watched Leo approach. Leaning in, Leo whispered in his ear, “Seriously,
you guys get out of here. Let me handle this. Go be with my sister and make her
happy. And before you think I’m acting all noble, I’m not. Seeing her happy
makes
me
happy, so technically, I’m being a selfish ass.” He finished
his speech with a clap to Ryan’s shoulder.

Ryan knew Ashley hadn’t heard what her brother had whispered
but she couldn’t have missed the physical response his words had. Ryan’s rigid
posture loosened and his angry face went lax. Ryan extended his hand to Leo and
went in willingly when Leo pulled him in for a bro-hug. Yep, that guy was his
brother in all ways but blood. Leo wrapped his big arms around Ashley and
directed her on how to spend the next couple of hours.

“Go take care of my brother,” Leo said to her. Ashley
giggled when she saw the look on Leo’s face as realization of what he said hit.
“Mind out of the gutter Ash, Christ, I meant, go take a walk or something…God,
I think I’m gonna puke.” Letting out a small chuckle, Ryan let Ashley lead him
out of the room and back to the hotel. He had no idea what would happen with
the guys once they left, but he knew for certain that Leo would take care of
it. For now.

Sweet Ashley

THE FOOD WAS set on a tray in the
small hotel room when they entered. “Wait, how? When?” He smiled as her
feelings of both confusion and giddiness played out over her gorgeous features.

“Is it possible that I’ve actually rendered Ashley Kynde
speechless?” Ryan’s mocking tone earned him a playful slap on the arm and he
watched as Ashley sauntered over to the desk and lifted the domes off the
plates that were waiting for them.

“Oh, man.” Ashley’s stomach chose that moment to let out its
appreciation for the perfectly made grilled cheese sandwiches and French fries
along with the bowls of tomato soup. He knew his girl so well.

“So, I guess I don’t need to ask if you’re hungry?” Ryan’s
smile widened with the second growl of Ashley’s belly.

“I’m starving, Ryan. I haven’t eaten since breakfast—you
know I get nervous on big exam days. This looks like heaven.”

She eyed the food on the tray before bending over to grab a
French fry. As she brought it up to her lips, he felt his insides craving
nutrition of a whole different kind. “Um, Ry, where’s your food?” She joked as
she popped a fry in her mouth.

“Princess, I don’t care how hungry you think you are, there
is no way you could fit all of that food in your body. But, I would love to see
you try.” He smirked at her wrinkled nose and pitched brows while she continued
to scarf down her lunch. While she ate he filled her in on the most recent
shows and various opportunities that had been coming their way, but all the
while he could only really focus on her. The way her lips closed around her
spoon. Her tongue as she licked the splashed tomato soup from her finger. Her
throat as it swallowed each and every morsel of sustenance. His senses were
overloaded to the point where he could no longer think of any words at all. Did
she even realize how incredibly sexy she was?

“Ryan?” She looked at him, setting the tray aside. His
desire mirrored in her eyes.

“Ashley.” He hardly recognized his own voice as his body
moved towards her without any instruction from his conscious mind.

“I-I need to touch you.”

Before her sentence was complete his hands cupped her jaw,
pulling her up from her chair and closer to his face. Ashley quickly rose to
her toes and pressed herself against him, connecting their bodies. Her small
hand traveled to the hem of his t-shirt. With deft fingers she lifted it up
over his head and tossed it to the floor. Her hands traveled his torso and
traced patterns on his skin. It was like his body was a map and she was marking
all the destinations she intended to visit.

“Ah, Ryan, your skin feels so good. My God, it’s been so
long.” The raspy groan he released triggered something in her and he felt her
body against his. His hands moved from her face to her hair. His fingers tugged
at the silky strands and she let out a small whimper.

“Christ, Ash, those sweet noises are gonna undo me.” He ran
his hands from the back of her head down to the waist of her yellow tank top
and his thumbs started touching the slight strip of skin between the tank and
her shorts. She shivered under his soft touch. “Damn, Princess, I love the way
you respond to me. Now lift your arms, you’ve got way too many clothes on.”

Peeling the flimsy fabric from her skin he couldn’t suppress
his gruff chuckle when he noticed the buttercup yellow bra that matched her
tank top. That was Ashley to a T—everything perfect, all of the time. A yellow
top meant a yellow bra and he’d be willing to bet fifty bucks—he unbuttoned her
denim shorts—yep, yellow panties. “Fuck me.”

“Ryan, are you laughing at me while we’re making out?”
Ashley feigned offense. Some people thought Ashley had OCD, but he wasn’t one
of them. He appreciated the way she kept herself, Leo and even him organized.
And he loved how at anytime he knew underneath the pristine Ashley Kynde was a
sexy woman in matching bra and panties.

“No, Princess, I’m just enjoying how well I know you.” He
wagged his brows, “Now get closer so I can know you better.”

He pulled her against his bare chest and slowly walked her
backward until the back of her knees hit the bed. “Let me show you just how
much I enjoy knowing you, Ashley. Let me show you, just how much you’ve already
taught me.”

He eased her down onto the plush beige comforter and began
his lessons at her lips. Straddled above her, he watched as hunger flashed
through her eyes. It was like looking into an autumn storm where the golden
leaves were swept off the trees just before the pouring rain came to wash them
away. His tongue entered her mouth as his right hand traveled down the column
of her neck and across her collarbone. She whimpered with arousal just before
she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side.

“Eyes, Princess.” His hoarse voice brought her out of her
thoughts with a startle.

“What?” She croaked.

“I wanna see your eyes when I make you come. You hide so
much from so many people, Ash, but when I look in those eyes I see everything.
Don’t hide from me, baby.” He looked deeply into her green speckled depths and
fell a little more in love than he had been when they walked into the room
thirty minutes before.
God, how was that even possible?

Sliding his index finger under the front clasp of her bra
the lacy cups fell away to the sides and he stared down at her full and perfect
breasts.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, leaning down to cup one firm
breast into his hand. He felt her tense as he laved her nipple. Ryan suckled
and nipped the sensitive bud until it was tightened and erect before him, then
he blew a soft cool breath over the moistened peak and reveled in the small
moan that breached her lips. Using his thumb and forefinger to roll and pinch
the stimulated nipple, he moved his mouth to her other breast.

“Oh, Ryan. Oh. That feels…so good. Harder, Ryan. Bite me
harder.” The plea in her voice had Ryan obeying her demand. He felt himself
getting harder in his jeans. He could stare at her forever while she was lost
in this place of passion and pleasure.

“So responsive, Ash. So fucking beautiful.” He let his left
hand leave her breast and travel further south. Her warm, soft skin was spun
silk under his calloused fingertips. When he finally reached the waistband of
her panties he heard her breathing halt. Slowly he slid one finger under the
elastic band to rub the soft flesh of her hip. Her breathing quickened. He
couldn’t fight his grin, hell, he loved that she anticipated his next move. He
loved that she couldn’t wait for it.

He slid her panties down her legs as goose bumps covered her
heated flesh. Ryan ran his hands from her ankles up to her thighs, stopping
just as he got to her moist core.

“Oh, my God!” She hissed loudly when his warm tongue touched
her center.

“Princess, you’re so wet for me,” he murmured, feeling
proud.

“Stop talking, Ry.” Ashley’s plea came out breathless and
wanton. She tasted sweet and tangy as he ran his tongue up her seam and over
her throbbing bud. He greedily licked and sucked on her clit as he stuck his
finger into her wet channel and started to pump. Ryan’s cock hardened as Ashley
began grinding herself against his lips searching for her release. His scalp
stung when she threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged as he inserted
another finger into her tight hole.

“Oh, God, Ryan, sweet Jesus! Harder baby, more. Please
more!” Her begging was destroying any semblance of the control he clung to.
Palm facing up, he moved his fingers deep inside of her and rubbed the sweet
spot hidden away, waiting just for him. When he felt the tremor in her thighs
he rubbed his thumb over her clit and lifted his head to speak.

“Come for me, Ashley,” he commanded. “Let go.”

Just as the order left his mouth he leaned in and sucked
deeply on her clit, sending her into complete bliss. She came apart piece by
piece, shards blowing everywhere, but she didn’t care where they landed. Her
body quivered as he continued to suckle at her most intimate place and her
breath hitched as her mind slowly started to pull itself together.

“That was”—she inhaled deeply—“unbelievable, Ryan. Like, the
best it ever was.” She watched his smug grin as her kissed up her thigh, her
hip, her belly and finally her lips. She could taste herself on his tongue and
suddenly her appetite for him was completely unsatisfied. Locking her ankles
around his back, she used all of her weight and the element of surprise to flip
him over onto his back.

Shock widened his eyes and his brows lifted. “Princess, that
was…impressive. Now that you have me as your captive, what do you plan to do
with me?”

His voice was filled with love and humor, but she wanted to
change that. She wanted to return the lust and sexual gratification that he had
just bestowed upon her. In their time together she had experienced a lot of
firsts, but Ryan liked to keep iron-clad control of their sexual time together.
At first she was fine with his guidance but he tended to keep her from doing
some of the things she really wanted to do.

Yes, she’d made him come. They’d grinded and she stroked him
off. She’d felt his body quiver and then go rigid until the warm fluid filled
her palm and ran down her wrist, but she ached to taste him. She wanted to feel
his hard length in her mouth. She wanted him to experience the pleasure that he
constantly gave to her. In the past when she’d inquired about performing oral
sex on him, she would watch the desire cross over his face only to be quickly
replaced by the tenderness of a loving boyfriend trying to care for his girl.
She loved that guy but she wanted the other guy too. She wanted the guy who let
loose, the guy who burned with lust at the thought of having his woman on her
knees in front of him.

She knew the people in her life saw her as
perfect
Ashley,
dependable
Ashley,
sweet
Ashley, but Ryan made her feel
more
.
He made her feel sexy, desirable, wanted. He made her feel things that even
with her vast vocabulary she could attach no words to. She was ready to show
him just how wanton she felt in his presence.

While her hands steadily undid his belt and the button of
his jeans she leaned forward, savoring his full lips. Easing down the zipper on
his fly she slid her tongue in his mouth, laying claim to the very essence of
who he was. When she deepened their kiss, he was so distracted that he didn’t
even notice her slide down his jeans, using her foot to glide them off of his
long, strong legs.

His skin tasted like heaven as she marked a trail from his
mouth to his ear. She felt the shiver climb his spine as she sucked on the
sensitive spot before raking her teeth over the lobe and biting down. The small
nip of pain got his attention, as did the fact that her tiny hands were
cascading down his neck and over his muscular chest.

“Did you just bite me, Princess?” His question was barely
comprehensible, a mere groan, as her tongue traveled the same path her hands
had taken just seconds before.

“Umm hmm,” she nodded, “and you taste so good, Ry.”

“Sweetheart.” Ryan’s voice was husky and heavy with longing
as she lowered her kisses down his body and closer to his erection. “Seriously,
Ashley, what are you doing?” His body was ramrod tight as she lowered his boxer
briefs with her left hand and touched his hardness with the soft tip of her
tongue. He’d never let her give him a blow job before. They had discussed it,
and he explained that he wanted to take it slow with her. He wanted their time
together to be about her pleasure first and then he would teach her how to
pleasure him.

“Ashley, you don’t have to do this.”

She held back her giggle. The words leaving his mouth said
one thing, but the plea in his eyes screamed another. She slowly peeled down
the boxer briefs that covered his long, thick, erection and felt a rush of
wetness flow between her legs.