Chapter Three
Ashton
Sadie comes back looking sicker than she did when she bolted for the ladies’ room. Mandy scoots out of the booth to let her back in, but she doesn’t budge. She doesn’t meet my eyes, either.
I have no fucking clue why she pulled that stunt under the table, but I’m still hard as fuck over it, not to mention confused.
“I had too much, guys,” Sadie says. “I’m gonna take a cab home.”
“Like hell you are.” I stand and shoot her a glare. “I’ll drop you guys off on my way home. Unlike the two of you, I haven’t been drinking.”
Willing my dick to settle down, I exit the booth and hand them their coats. The nights are getting chillier as the leaves change colors, and Sadie is drunk enough to forget her jacket. The last thing I want is for her to get sick.
After they shrug into their jackets, and I take care of our tab, I herd my sister and Sadie toward the entrance of the club. Mandy leads the way, winding a path between the tables and dancing bodies. I take Sadie’s hand and pull her along behind me. The place is overcrowded, and I don’t want to risk losing her in the throng of people in her current state of fucked-up.
“Party Monster” by The Weekend blares through the speakers, the bass vibrating under our feet. Glancing over my shoulder, I take in Sadie’s appearance. Wild red locks riot around her flushed face, and she’s focusing on the dirty floor while we move through the club. I don’t have to see her eyes to know they’re the sexiest hue of jade I’ve ever seen.
And that little black dress. She failed to button up her jacket, and damn, she was out for blood tonight when she dragged that low cut scrap of fabric over her body. Has she always had such a sexy-as-fuck rack?
I don’t even have to answer that question. I’ve known for a while what a knockout Sadie has become.
My Sadie.
I want so much to talk to her and find out what she’s thinking, but she and my sister share an apartment, so there’s no chance for us to work this shit out until tomorrow after Mandy leaves for her weekend job tatting skin. Sadie, no doubt, will be hungover in bed. I plan to attack then and hopefully get some damn answers.
She can’t just pull this shit and pretend it didn’t happen.
She had her lips wrapped around my cock like they belonged there. And damn it to hell because it felt right. Aiming my gaze forward again, I almost groan out loud at the thought of shoving back into her mouth to finish the job. It’s been a long time since a woman made me this hot over a blow job, and the fact that it was interrupted is only making it worse.
Fucking hell, this is Sadie, I remind myself. She’s not just some faceless woman I picked up for a night of no-strings-attached sex.
It’s Sadie.
I don’t know how many times I’ll have to repeat that in my mind before it sticks.
Lord knows I’ve wanted her for a long time. But Sadie has always been and will always be out of my league. She’s fucking off limits. Sweet, sexy, and sincere. Too innocent to subject to my depraved ways. I can only imagine what her reaction would be if she ever found out what I’m like in bed.
The red would never leave her flawless, pale cheeks. Both sets of cheeks, because I’d spank her ass for putting me through this torture.
As we step onto the sidewalk outside the club, Sadie stumbles into me.
“Sorry,” she slurs as the chilly wind whips her auburn hair around her shoulders.
The sidewalk is wet with new rain, and I’m not about to let her slip and fall. Hoisting her over my shoulder, I lead the way to my car, Mandy steady on her feet at my side. She didn’t have nearly as much to drink as Sadie did.
“I’ve never seen her this smashed, Ash,” she says, watching me buckle Sadie into the front seat of my Honda.
“Me neither.” I grit my teeth, not liking her behavior one bit. I’m tempted to take her home and spank her ass anyway, to hell with the consequences. Tomorrow, we can hash out our actions and desires—her tempting lips around my dick, and my twitchy hand unleashing punishment onto her bottom.
But fifteen minutes later, I tuck her drunken body into her bed and hightail it out of their apartment before I get myself in serious trouble. I’m almost home when I make an unplanned right turn down a tree-lined street. I roll up to one of the many off-campus student apartment complexes less than two minutes later. The chances of Corinne being home on a Friday night are slim, but I’ll take my chances, especially since she’s been trying to get back into my pants for a couple of weeks.
Because I need an outlet for this rampant desire raging through my blood, compliments of my sister’s best friend. It’s pouring rain by the time I climb the stairs to Corinne’s apartment, and I’m relieved to see light shining through the gap in her living room curtains. She answers the door in gray sweatpants and a pink T-shirt. Makeup free, she’s far from dressed up, with her blond hair pulled back in a long ponytail.
I’ve always been partial to blondes, with the exception of one redhead who has the power to make me crazy.
“Hi,” Corinne says, and without another word, she opens the door and gestures for me to come inside.
“Tearing up the town tonight, I see.”
She responds to my teasing grin with one of her own. “Got a test on Monday.”
“Look at you,” I say, reaching out and twirling her ponytail, “staying home to study like a good girl.”
Long, dark lashes flutter over her deep brown eyes. “I’m just finishing up for the night, if you want to…”
“I want.” Letting go of her hair, I grab her by the back of her neck and pull her close. “And you know how I want it.”
Heat flushes her cheeks, and something flashes in her eyes, but it comes and goes too fast to put my finger on it. “I do know, Ashton.”
Of course, she does. She’s known about my ways since we were in high school together. Though looking back, I had no business touching her, considering she’s two years younger.
She steps away, tossing a coy smile over her shoulder, and heads toward her bedroom. I follow, watching as she sheds her clothes along the way. Getting naked in front of me is nothing new to her. As she bends over the end of her bed, sticking her ass out the way she knows I like, I unzip my pants. The arch of her spine is graceful, and I pull the tie from her hair, admiring how her blond locks splay across her back.
“It’s been so long,” she moans, grasping the comforter with both hands. She spreads her legs in invitation. “Fuck me, Ashton.”
“Were you a bad girl? Is that why you’re home cramming this weekend?”
“Yes. I was a very bad girl.”
I bring my palm down on her right ass cheek with a satisfying smack. “Shameful, Corinne.” I smack her other cheek, using more force this time, and she flinches.
But she doesn’t tell me to stop.
This girl lives to take my punishments. She’ll do anything to get my cock inside her, and nothing turns me on more than a red ass. I smack her flesh for several minutes, growing harder with every flinch and gasp.
“God, fuck me, Ash. I’m dying here.” With a long, needy moan, she pushes her ass into my waiting palms, silently begging me to take her. Deciding to put her out of her misery, I roll a condom onto my cock and nudge the head at her wet opening.
And that’s when I falter.
That’s when I see the flaming shade of auburn instead of blond.
The memory of Sadie’s mouth on me is too potent. Too shattering. Letting out a ragged breath, I step away from Corinne, pushing both hands through my hair as my heart pounds painfully in my chest.
What the hell? My fucking dick has never been so hard and ready to go, but it has nothing to do with the woman laid out in front of me, more than willing. And for the first time ever, I can’t muster the will to fuck.
Sadie has totally messed with my head, and she’s going to explain. She’s going to pay for this.
“Corinne…I can’t do this right now,” I say, removing the rubber. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here tonight.” Zipping up my pants, I flee her apartment and escape into the downpour.