Chapter 4

Ash

“Well?” Drew asks, expectantly.

I know Drew asks, expectantly. but I want Drew to feel like he’but I want Drew t

I stalk over like a cat, letting a seductive smirk cross my lips as my eyes take in the entire length of him, hard and almost throbbing.

Suddenly, I grab Drew like a cat, letting a seductive smirk cross my lips as my eyes take in the entire length of him, hard and almost throbbing. hudders pleasantly, so I take the plunge and devour it all, my tongue moving along the shaft with such intensity that I feel Drew entwine his fingers in my hair and push me against him, as close as he can physically get me.

“Faster,” he orders me, his tone commanding and king-like. “Faster!”

As I suck his dick, I think about all of the chairs and decorations from the wedding party around us. And yet here I am, giving a blowjob to a man who is not my fiancé. This may come back to bite us both, but right now, I fiancé. This may come

And just like that, Drew explodes in my mouth. His whole body convulses as he sinks to the base of the tree beside me.

I can’t believe we just did that.

I’m supposed to be getting married, and my husband is the one who’s supposed to be ripping my dress off, but instead it was Drew—not that I’m complaining, of course.

I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help the corners of my lips turning upwards in a small smile, feeling absolutely divine just in that very moment.

As I lean up against him and wipe my chin, he chuckles, causing me to blush and look away.

“Oh,” he teases gently, his hand on my thigh, “now you’re shy, after taking a mouthful from me?”

“Stop that,” I chide, swatting his arm and giggling. “Don’t say it out loud like that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he croons, “I wasn’t aware that there were rules of engagement for this.”

I roll my eyes at him, and that predatory spark in his eye comes back, and I gasp, watching as he slowly untangles his arms from mine.

“What are you doing? Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, starting to get nervous.

He doesn’t answer, and before I can ask again, he slides down my body and his face dives back down in between my thighs, that skillful tongue doing what it does best.

I groan and run my hands through his hair as he laps at my wet cunt, giving soft, wet strokes with his tongue everywhere but exactly where I want it, turning me into a whining, needy mess.

I’m still wet from him working his magic just moments ago, and I didn’t think it would be possible for me to get any wetter than I already am.

But here I am, wetter than a rainfall in the jungle.

My head is foggy, and my heart is pounding in my chest as I feel another orgasm building; that tight, hot coil of pleasure that’s threatening to snap at any moment and push me over the edge.

As if he’s reading my mind—though he’s definitely reading my body—he circles my clit with his tongue and sucks, and my legs clamp around his head as I start to come.

A wave of pleasure crashes over me like a tide as I come again, and I turn into a hot mess of pure bliss, legs shaking, incoherent whining. I’m praising him like he’s some sort of god.

He might as well be, with a tongue like that.

I come down from my high, and he slowly kisses his way up my body, starting with my thighs, up my hips and my stomach, then taking pause at my breasts to gently kiss each one.

He traces his fingertips along my skin with feather light touches up to my jaw line until he grasps it firmly and leans in for a kiss.

I can taste myself on his lips, and it makes me feel so dirty, and I love it.

Can you imagine what people would say if word got out of what Drew and I are doing? On the day that was supposed to be my wedding?

The scandal.

I sigh into his lips, and he breaks from our kiss, sitting up with his back against the tree. I curl against his side and cuddle into him and smile when I feel him wrap his arm around me, feeling protected.

We sit there for a moment like that, enjoying the silence and each other’s company.

The setting was perfectly romantic, really: a warm, soft breeze rustling through the forest, gorgeous blossoms on the tree above us, and the sun setting over the sea.

It’s like something out of a damn fairy tale.

As I look up at him, his eyes closed and his head leaned back against the bark of the tree, I bite my lip, contemplating my words for a second.

“So,” I say tentatively, dusting my fingertips along his forearm as I look up at him, “I’m in a bit of a predicament, and I have a confession to make.”

He cocks an eyebrow at me and smiles, his voice smooth and low as he responds.

“Oh, do you? Well, what’s this predicament and confession, my little princess?”

I feel a heat in my chest, and I smile when he calls me his princess. I know it can’t happen for real, but damn if I’m not going to enjoy it for now while I can.

The thought of being his instead of Fergus’ sends a warm feeling through me, and I can only imagine the life I’d lead.

Now’s not the time to think about that.

I shake myself from my thoughts and clear my throat softly, twirling a piece of hair between my fingers.

“Well,” I coo, looking away shyly, “I’m actually a virgin. And I really don’t like the idea of Fergus being my first. He seems like a—snob,” I settle on the word for lack of a better one. “He’s not the kind of man I want to take me, especially not for my first time.”

Drew appears mildly surprised as he looks at me and raises his brows, a smile starting to creep onto his lips.

“Oh, a virgin? Could have fooled me, the way you went to town,” he says with a grin and a chuckle. “But I think I know what you’re saying. Although,” he adds with a thoughtful tilt of his head, “you should probably at least give him a chance; get to know each other a bit. You never know, plus, with the alliance...” he trails off, looking up at the blossoms in the tree and getting lost in his thoughts.

He looks back down at me and sighs, his voice lower this time.

“It’s probably for the best anyway,” he says.

His hands wander along my bare skin, a pinch here, a grab there, caresses whenever he gets the chance; apparently, his body and his mind have two entirely points of views. I shift my weight against him, and when I slide my arm into his lap, I can feel his cock, hard again.

I hum and smile when I brush against it, and I feel his breath hitch in his chest when I wrap my hand around his cock.

I lean forward and look up at him, batting my eyelashes, and I lick the tip, smirking when a low rumble comes out of his chest.

“I think there’s someone—or something—” I say as I dip my glance down quickly to his cock, and back up to his eyes, “that I’d rather get to know better than Fergus.”

He grins at me and leans down, pulling my face up to meet his as he takes me into a searing kiss; all the while, I’m still stroking his hard cock, pulling groans from him.

Just as I break from our kiss and lower my lips down onto his hard cock, I hear a rustling in the trees, not far off.

Damn it.

I whip my head up and look at Drew—he’s obviously heard it too, judging by the way he’s squinting—and stop for a moment, listening.

Another snap of a twig and leaves moving ring out from the forest, and it’s closer this time.

Did someone follow us? Were we being watched?

We both look at each other in confusion, but it turns to panic when we hear an accompanying voice—one that I unfortunately recognize.

“Ash? Where are you?”

Shit, it’s Fergus.

We both start to hastily right ourselves, hoping and praying that we’re presentable by the time he finds us.

Definitely not the way I’d planned this day to go.