“I’m honored,” he whispered hoarsely, too aroused by now. If he didn’t find his release, he would go crazy! As if sensing his need, she eased herself off the pillow and pulled down his sweatpants instead. Ashton groaned when her fingers touched his throbbing erection, stroking it just like the way she had earlier.
She took him into her warm mouth, driving him crazy with pleasure. Ashton tipped his head backward, and closed his eyes, overcome with the sensation of her soft, wet mouth. It was pure bliss. Although it wasn’t the release he was hoping for, he soon drowned in the sensation, groaning with satisfaction. His hands fisted her hair while she dug her nails into his legs, her mouth working on him until he exploded in her mouth.
After wiping her lips clean, she looked up at him to see his reaction.
“Was it okay?” she asked hesitating a little.
“It was f*cking perfect! I love that hot mouth of yours!” he groaned, feeling himself growing hard again. She would be the death of him. If she continued, he would lose all semblance of control and f*ck her hard but he knew he couldn’t do so yet. He pulled on his clothes and handed Hayley hers.
“Good night! Get some sleep now!” Without waiting for her reply, he lay down, on his back, covering an arm over his eyes to sleep. Hayley felt disappointed that he didn’t even make an attempt to make love. Gingerly, she wore her clothes and lay down on her side but couldn’t sleep. Her whole body still ached with a need that only Ashton could relieve. How could he sleep so peacefully after arousing her to the point of no return?
“Ashton, are you sleeping?” she asked and he eased his arm and looked at her. She could clearly see the lust in his eyes while his organ stood hard and aroused. How could he even think of sleeping under such conditions?
“Yes.” She rolled her eyes when he placed his arm again over his eyes to go back to sleep.
“I can’t sleep. Can’t we cuddle?” He sneaked a glance at him from under his arm and groaned. It was last the thing he would do if he had to refrain from pumping deep into her. At the moment it was taking all his self-control to stop himself from making love to her. The little playing around didn’t help him at all. He was still painfully hard.
“Ashton? Never mind! I’m going to my room. Tomorrow I’ll go back to my apartment,” she said feeling upset at his weird behavior. He groaned and grabbed her arm to stop her.
“No, stay, please. Come here,” he said, pulling her to his side but it didn’t help his condition at all. Hayley sighed into his neck, placing her leg over him to sleep.
Ashton was acutely aware of her bare leg clad in the tiny pair of shorts she bought at the mall for herself. He knew she was rubbing it against his hard shaft on purpose, pushing him to the edge. Of course, he knew what she wanted. He wanted the same but not this way.
He didn’t want a fling with her. She was too special for that. Maybe when he could offer her something permanent or announce their relationship to her family, he would go ahead with his wishes. He might be the biggest flirt around but when it came to his love, he was still orthodox in his thoughts. He didn’t want her to repent their relationship. He wanted her to know everything about him first. If she willingly accepted him in her life, he could think of a permanent relationship with her. But he feared rejection so much that he couldn’t get himself to talk about his past and his reality.
“Umm, Hayley?” She stirred dramatically although he knew pretty well that she was hardly sleeping.
“What Ashton?” she asked innocently, rubbing herself more into him.
“It’s a bad idea! Go to sleep,” he said in a tortured voice.
“Why? Don’t you want me?” she asked in a hurt tone, removing her leg. Ashton groaned knowing that he needed to sort this out first if he wanted her in his life.
“I want you. I want to thrust deep inside you and f*ck you so hard that you’d be unable to leave my bed in the morning.” Hayley gasped at the intensity in his tone. It was obvious he was aroused. Then why did he not do what he wanted?
“What’s stopping you?” she prodded, placing her hand over his chest to stroke him up and down. He hissed in agony and removed her hand from his body.
“No, Hayley. We need to give this time. Aren’t you a virgin?” he asked with a sigh. Of course, he knew everything about her but still he needed to ask.
“Yes, I am but what has that got to do with our lovemaking? I’m your girlfriend,” she asked in a hurt tone, releasing him and rolling to her side.
“It has. I don’t want to take your virginity. I don’t want us to repent this later. Let’s give this time,” he tried to reason with her but she got up angrily.
“Why would you repent it? Now I get it. You prefer experienced women in bed. Why did you ask me to be your girlfriend if you’re not ready to do anything with me? Did you take pity on me? Well, I don’t need your pity.” Ashton’s mouth hung open at her outburst but before he could calm her down, she opened his door and left. He groaned with despair and closed his eyes to think of a way out of this. Why did she have to misunderstand him? He was just protecting her because he considered her special.
The loud banging of the door got his attention and he sat up. What was that? Did Hayley leave? Panicking, he rushed out of his room and went to hers. To his dismay, her stuff was missing and so was she.
Ashton picked up his apartment keys and rushed out of his apartment. He pressed the elevator but it took too long to arrive. No, he couldn’t wait for so long. He ran down the staircase to stop Hayley from leaving. He called her as he went but she had switched her phone off. How can she be so careless? He was sure she went to her parents’ house but was it safe to drive so late in the night?
He went back to his apartment to pick up his motorcycle keys. There was no other way than to go after her. He might not be able to stop her but at least he could ensure that she reached home safely. He rode Fang all the way to the Barclay mansion just in time to see her drive inside the gates. Thank God, she reached safely! Sighing, he left to go home. There wasn’t anything much he could do now. He would have to talk to her the next day when she went to work. Depressed, Ashton rode home, her words echoing in his head.
Why did she have to misunderstand him? Why did she have to leave? He was so engrossed, he hardly noticed a car roaring down the road from the opposite direction. When he came to his senses, he swerved and lost control of his motorcycle. Jumping off before the vehicle crashed, Ashton somehow saved himself but was bruised badly. The motorcycle crashed into a pillar and toppled with a resounding crash. People rushed from all sides to help him. He stood up, still dazed by the accident. He could feel the blood oozing out of his wounds. A few people called the cops and they took his statement.
“Was it a hit-and-run attempt?” asked the officer while Ashton gaped at him. He didn’t know if it was. Did Gambino send his men to kill him?
“I don’t know officer.” They noted down everything and took him and his motorcycle to the police station. They tested him for alcohol consumption and the result was negative.
“Did you note down the vehicle’s number?” asked the officer but Ashton shook his head.
“I didn’t notice. It happened in the blink of an eye.”
“Do you want us to call your family? We can’t release you this way.” Ashton nodded and gave him Daniel Van Every’s number.
“He’s my foster dad. You can call him.”
In a few minutes, a worried Daniel Van Every arrived with his wife and took an update about the accident. They took him to the hospital for first aid before taking him home with them.
“Where were you going, Ashton? This is the second time you had a near-death experience. I won’t let you go anywhere till you’re better,” scolded his mom. Her words really got Ashton thinking. Was it an accident or an attempt to murder him? Was his life now under a threat?