“I knew something was going on with you and Ashtyn Valor,” Kenny whisper-yelled as we stepped up to the bar.

“Nothing’s going on.” Yet. Having more than my lips and hands touch Ashtyn made me crave her even more. There was no doubt that she could feel how hard I was as my dick rubbed against her ass while we danced. I couldn’t help it. I needed to be near her, and I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted her to know—no, I needed her to know that I still wanted her.

“You said you wanted to get laid tonight. Why not with Ashtyn?”

I didn’t look over at Kenny as he spoke. Instead, I watched Ashtyn. Yes, I wanted to get laid tonight. “She just broke up with her boyfriend. I don’t want to be her rebound.” Well, maybe I did. I told her to use me for sex, except a part of me knew that once I had all of her, I wouldn’t be able to get my fill with only one time.

“Dude,” Jett cut in. “There’s nothing wrong with a little bump N’ grind between adults.”

My gaze moved to his, and I started to laugh. “Who are you? R. Kelly?”

He narrowed his dark eyes at me. “Don’t compare me to that child—”

I cut him off. “You’re the one quoting his song.”

Jett reached around me to grab two of the drinks Tommy had placed in front of us. “No, I’m telling you to fuck her brains out.”

“Who’s tab?” Tommy asked.

“Mine,” I replied and grabbed the last two seven and sevens. Each of us had two drinks. When we got back to the small table, I placed the drink in front of Ashtyn. “Tommy said this is what you ladies are drinking. I hope it’s okay.”

Jaime spoke before Ashtyn could. “It’s perfect. I actually think that we,” she moved her finger around to indicate everyone except Ashtyn and me, “should go pick a song on the jukebox.”

“Good idea,” Kenny replied and slapped me on the back as I watched the six of them leave.

It wasn’t the first time Ashtyn and I had been alone in this very bar, but it was the first time that we had an audience watching our every move. As I stood next to her, both of us sipping our drinks, my gaze fell on the group at the back of the bar. Each one would take turns looking at us, and once they’d realize we were watching them instead of talking to each other, they’d turn around quickly as though they’d been caught. They were. We knew what was up.

“Our friends are weird.” I looked down at Ashtyn as I stood next to her.

“So weird,” she agreed and took a sip of her drink.

I turned my body fully to her. “How’ve you been?” Yes, I asked that question even though ten minutes ago my dick was trying to get frisky with her.

Ashtyn’s smoky green eyes peered up at me. “Hanging in there. You?”

“Good,” I lied. I mean, I was good, but I wasn’t great. I was trying to focus all my time on work so I didn’t have to think about anything else. I didn’t even care about Bridgette anymore. The more time that passed after our breakup, the more I realized I’d never loved her. I loved her as a person, and I loved spending time with her and having sex with her, but I wasn’t in love with her. If I had been, I would have asked her to marry me, and the thought of marriage never entered my mind.

“How’s work?”

I stared at her for a moment before I spoke, “Are we really going to make small talk?”

She blinked. “What do you mean?”

We could talk about work, weather, our favorite colors and shit, but time was ticking before our friends would come back, so I just went for it. I leaned down and rested my elbows on the table next to her as I whispered, “I mean that our friends over there are obviously wanting us to talk about more than the weather. And I’ll be honest with you, Ashtyn, I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Thinking about other places your mouth could kiss my body.” I told her the fucking truth in hopes she felt the same way.

“We’re both single,” I continued, “and in two more minutes our friends will come back and keep dropping hints that we need to go back to my place. So, Ashtyn, Cupcake, let me pay my tab and let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Her gaze moved quickly to our friends and then back to me. She shrugged with a smirk. “Okay.”

I grinned. “Put your jacket on and meet me at the bar.” I strode to the wood top and motioned to Tommy that I needed to sign the credit card bill in a fucking hurry. We didn’t need to tell our friends goodbye or goodnight or whatever. Once they turned and saw us gone, they would know we went back to my place. Kenny would need to crash at Jett’s or Clark’s or in his fucking car in my guest parking spot. I didn’t care. I scribbled my name on the credit card bill, grabbed her hand and then we were out of the bar in a flash.

“My place or yours?” she asked.

“Well, I do have new sheets I need to christen.” I smirked and tugged her hand so we could cross the street.

“I can’t wait.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Since we’re being honest with each other, I’ve thought about you this past week.”

“You don’t know how happy that makes me.”

We made it to my building in record time, but the elevator didn’t descend fast enough. I was excited, my heart beating a little fast as I pushed the up button with my free hand repeatedly until it finally arrived. When it did, Ashtyn went in first, still holding my hand. As the door closed, my mouth met hers, and all memories of our earlier kisses came floating back. Her lips were soft, sweet and a little demanding. She was like that first sip of single malt whiskey after a long day: sweet, smooth and refreshing. I went with it, backing her against the wall, moving my hips into her again. If the elevator didn’t hurry, I was going to strip her of her jeans and silky shirt and do all the things I’d been dreaming about for the past week with her body.

When we finally arrived on my floor, I stepped away from her warm body and directed her, still hand in hand to my front door. Before I could find my keys, I was pushing her up against the wall next to my door, kissing her again. I couldn’t get enough. At the same time, I was trying to find my keys in my pocket, but it was hard.

And so was I.

Finally, I got the door open, and we were moving inside. At that moment, I had no idea where my bedroom was. I didn’t care. Ashtyn was in my condo, my hands were all over her body, and my lips were still tasting her. We started to strip our clothes, leaving a trail from the front door to the living room. I was two seconds away from leaning her over the back of the couch and having my way with her, but she spoke against my mouth.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“You can only fuck in a bed, Cupcake?”

She pulled her head away from me. “No, but I thought you’d want to get rid of her memory.”

I did. And since we’d started this relationship—or whatever you wanted to call it, with us ending other relationships, she was right. I needed new memories to go with the new sheets. I wanted to smell Ashtyn on my pillow and not the laundry detergent I used.

I led her to my bedroom, both of us partially undressed. “Turn around,” I instructed.

Ashtyn turned, and I moved to her, brushing her blonde hair to the side, and then I ran my finger down her spine until it met the clasp of her bra. Her head fell forward, and under my touch I felt her skin rise, responding to my trace on her skin. I moved forward, kissing down her back where my finger had left a trail. I was right, my lips loved more of her body than just her lips, and by the way Ashtyn moaned, I knew she did too. Instead of stopping at the clasp again, I continued my path. My lips slowly descended as I bent behind her and wrapped my arms around to the button of her jeans. The nickel button slide through the slit and I pulled her zipper down, my lips never leaving her skin until I got to the waistband of her jeans. I shimmied her pants down until she was standing in front of me in only her black bra and matching panties.

“He’s fucking crazy,” I breathed, looking at the way Ashtyn filled out her panties.

“Who?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.

My gaze met hers. “Fuck nut.”

She smiled. “I agree.”

My hands went to the cotton on her hips, and I slid it down her legs until she stepped out of her panties. I tossed them behind me and then unclasped her bra and threw it in the same direction.

“Turn around,” I whispered. My heart was pounding, anticipating the sight I was about to take in. When she turned and looked down at me, my dick strained against the zipper of my own jeans.

“Why am I the only one naked?”

That was a good question.

I brought my lips to hers again. We kissed as I worked on undoing my jeans. We kissed while I tugged them down my legs. And we kissed while I stepped out of my boxers. Once we were both completely naked, our mouths stayed fused as I pushed her back until she hit the end of my bed. Then, as she scooted to the center of my king-sized bed, I crawled on top of her.

I trailed kisses from her mouth, down her neck, across her breasts, not stopping my journey until my tongue took its first taste of her pussy. She was sweet, almost like the whiskey I’d been drinking that night, and the moans coming from Ashtyn’s throat told me I was on the right path. I spread her more, my tongue going as deep as it possibly could. I added my finger as I circled her clit with my tongue until she moaned and clenched her thighs together as she came.

No words were spoken as I slowly ran my hands along her smooth, ivory skin from her calf up to her breast. My lips returned to hers, my hard cock pressed into her side and my hand pinching her nipple. I didn’t know how long I could hold out, but I was waiting for Ashtyn’s breathing to return to normal. Granted, I was still working her body instead of letting her rest. I couldn’t help it.

A warm hand wrapped around my dick causing me to break our lips apart. She started to stroke me with her soft hand and I really couldn’t let it continue because I was on the brink of coming as it was. Instead, I reached into the nightstand and grabbed a condom. As I rose up on my heels to sheath myself, Ashtyn’s hand fell away from me, and she spread her legs, welcoming me to enter her.

I didn’t waste any more time as I sank into her causing her legs to wrap around my waist. My lips were on hers again like I needed them to breathe. For all I knew, I did.

My hips rocked into Ashtyn as our bodies moved in sync with each other. Her pussy tightened at times causing me to growl low in my throat. Fuck, she felt good. So fucking good. I didn’t want to stop in fear that this would be the only time we’d spend together, but I needed to come. I broke our kiss, thrusting faster, my balls slapping between her legs. Ashtyn’s back arched as she grabbed her tits. The sight of her playing with herself caused me to groan my release at the same time Ashtyn shattered under me, her pussy milking me until the last drop.

After I cleaned up, I expected to walk back into the room where I’d see Ashtyn putting her clothes back on. Instead, she lay in my bed, her blonde hair fanned across my pillow. The sight of her put an instant smile on my face.

“You know fake boyfriends and girlfriends stay over for the night, right?” I asked, moving toward the bed. I didn’t want her to leave. I crawled under the covers, bringing her naked body flush with mine.

“Oh yeah?”

I kissed her bare shoulder. “Yeah.”

“Then you better turn off the light so we can get some sleep.”

I smiled and did just that.