Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Have we set the wedding date yet?
Are we going to have a traditional church wedding, or something less extravagant?
Will the ceremony be intimate, or something more newsworthy?
The whole time, I refrain from arching incredulous brows. But on the inside I’m screaming are you fucking kidding me? I never even said yes. Fuck, he never even asked.
Unable to take any more, I break away from Jake, ignoring his protests and the disapproving eye of my father, and go after Ashton. I leave the din of voices behind and enter the hall to find him leaning against the wall, arms crossed and head down. I spare a glance behind me, but my father and Jake are both distracted by the praise and attention of the guests. So is my mom. She’s got the hostess persona down to a science, and her face is glowing as people congratulate her on her daughter snagging such a good catch.
I might barf after all.
Drawing in a deep breath, I move toward Ashton. “Please don’t be mad,” I say, coming to a stop in front of him. “You know how my father is.”
He lifts his head, and I’m taken aback by the fervor in his ice-blue eyes. “You just let them walk all over you, Sawyer. I don’t understand it.”
Cheeks flaming, I dip my head. “Bad habits die hard, I guess. But there’s no way I’m getting engaged to Jake. It’s not happening.”
He points in the direction from which I just came. “Then go tell them that.”
“Not now, Ash.”
“When? On your way down the goddamn aisle?”
His caustic tone makes me flinch. “Of course not.”
“Come here, Sadie.” His heated gaze pins me to the spot, and my lungs work extra hard to pull air in. He raises a hand and crooks a finger. “Now.” The undeniable command in his tone has my feet eating up the space between us. He takes me by the chin and whirls us until my back is against the wall.
“What are you doing?” My voice trembles too much in his presence lately and now is no exception.
“I’m debating.”
“Should I be scared to ask about what?”
“Yeah, I think it’s fair to say you should be scared.” He reaches to the right of us and turns the doorknob to one of the guest bathrooms on the main floor. A small push later, and it swings open. “I’m going to make you come right here in your parents’ fucking house, with your new fiancé just a few feet down the hall.”
I clamp my lips shut. Arguing with him is futile, considering how his words just soaked my core. I press my thighs together to keep from dripping down my legs.
“Do you have any objections?” He lifts a brow, and I’m positive he can smell my arousal pooling at the apex of my sex.
“My only objection is that you took my panties.”
His mouth tilts into a grin. “Are you worried you’ll soil your parents’ spotless floor?”
“Maybe,” I say, breathless.
He dips his head, lips brushing my ear. “Beg me to take the ache away.” His voice is a throaty caress, chock-full of seductive promise with a dangerous undercurrent of dominance.
I inch back and hold his gaze. “Please, Ash.”
Hoisting me into his strong arms, he carries me into the dark bathroom. The door closes behind us, and I detect the unmistakable sound of the lock clicking into place.
Ash doesn’t bother turning on a light. A streetlamp shines through the frosted window, providing just enough illumination to make our way to the counter. He lets me slide to my feet, and I sense his lips hovering close to mine, can hear his heavy breathing and feel the heat of it on my face.
“How far did you go with that jerk?”
“Not far.”
“Not a good enough answer, Sawyer.” His arms cage me in, and his chest brushes my hardened nipples. I can practically taste his lips.
“What do you want me to say? You already know we didn’t sleep together.”
“Did you go down on him?”
“Ashton, please.”
“Tell me. Did you suck him off?”
“No! I mean I tried once, but I…”
“You what?”
“I couldn’t do it.” For fuck’s sake. He should already know this by now, considering he agreed to teach me.
“Did he touch you?”
“Yes,” I say, not liking his possessive tone.
“Where?” He brings his hands to my breasts and flicks his thumbs over my hard nipples. “Did he touch you here?”
“Y-yes.”
Slowly, he trails a hand down the front of my dress and grasps the hem. “Did he put his mouth on your pussy?”
“Uh-huh,” I mumble as his hand disappears under my dress. He’s rendering me incoherent.
His finger draws a shiver-inducing path up my wet slit. “Did you come?”
“No.”
“I love that answer.” The scruff along his jaw chafes my cheek, and more warmth floods my core. We’re too damn close.
“Did he kiss you?”
“Yeah.” The word glides off my lips, little more than a sigh.