ASHLEY.
I smile at the little girl as I stand before them and she blinks her lashes at me. She's truly beautiful with brown curls that reach only up to her shoulders, matching with her big brown eyes.
"Hey, " Sinclair speak, drawing my attention from her and I smile at him before responding. "Hey, are you okay?"
He nods. "You were with your friends? Are you done?"
"Yes. " I tell him. "We weren't doing much. Just hanging around. You sure you're okay?"
He chuckles and lifts his hand to my face, rubbing my cheek as he says, "Better than ever. "
"Clair. I don't know her. " The little girl speaks, bringing our attention back to her and I smile at Sinclair before crouching to her height and stretching my hand forward.
"Hey, you. I'm Ashley. " She stares at my hand, stares up at her brother before moving her big puppy eye
SINCLAIR. She groans in her sleep and I chortle as I lift my hand forward, and brush her hair from her face, sighing at the sight of the beautiful view: Her lashes elegantly rests against her skin and a crease forms over her forehead as I loom over her. She grumbles again before turning to the other side, her back pressed against me and I smile, wrapping an arm around her waist and pushing her tighter against my body before moving near her ear and whispering, "If you're awake, shouldn't you get up, baby?" She shakes her head, "I'm not. I don't want to get up. " "Why? Are you that tired?" I tease her and she turns to meet my gaze, her eyes half opened with a scowl resting on her lips. "Are you shitting me? Am I that tired? You dare ask me that after what you did last night?" She hisses, and I laugh before leaning down to kiss her pout. "I thought
SINCLAIR. Her eyes widen at my words and she hums before turning around, and bending forward with her hands on the slippery wall. I meander my hands across the flawless covering of her back, to the curve of her hips, just before I'm met with her round ass, then to her wet, shivering, glistening pink flesh. I rest back against the glass wall and groan as I tease her with my fingers, dragging my forefinger across her clit, and I feel every tremble and pulse that vibrates through her with the small movement. She's so fucking wet, and so fucking turned on and that makes this so fucking exciting. "Did you think of this while you were with your friends, Little Greene? Did you think of my fingers buried inside you? Or maybe it was my cock?" I speak to her just the way I know she loves it, and she moans in response, pushing back against my fingers in a desperate manner like th
SINCLAIR."Come on, guys! What's wrong with you two? What happened to the party fuckers I know? It's like you both went home, and come as a husk of your former selves. " Brock huffs as he tries to get me and Vincent from the couch, and I give the man a smirk before leaning back against the seat."Seriously, Sinclair?" He frowns, and I sigh, turning to Vincent, "I thought you said none of them knows about here. How come he's here?""Life happens, dude. " It's his only reply as he leans forward to grab a candy from the bowl sitting in the middle of the table."I'm warning you both. Tonight will be lit. There will be more girls than usual, and that means more pussy for free. I heard Jane–""I'm not interested, Brock. I'm serious. Partying is the last thing on my mind right now. " I cut him off, signalling for him to move from the screen, but he folds his arms
SINCLAIR. My heart jumps in my chest as I stare at the image too many times than formal, my tongue peeking out unconsciously to swipe over my lips and I shift my hand to my pants to adjust the painful throb. God, this woman is miles away from me, but still has me wrapped around her fucking tiny fingers. "Sinclair–" Little Greene's small voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I push the phone back against my ear, my breathing loud and my voice so fucking strained as I say, "Are you touching yourself right now, Ashley?" "I thought the picture made that clear. " She chuckles lowly, and I groan, closing my eyes to get that picture in my head; her body stretched across her bed with her pyjamas pulled down as she buries her fingers in her wetness. Her eyes will be closed, and her hair will be a tangled fucking beautiful mess as she gets lost in the pleasure. She will bite down on t
SINCLAIR. "Hey you, " I smile at the sound of her voice as I climb into my car, and rest a hand against the steering wheel. "I tried your contact like four times. You didn't pick. Where were you?" I question and what I receive is some movement in the background. "Ashley?" I frown, moving the phone from my ear to see the line isn't disconnected. I push it back against my ear, and call out to her again. "Ashley?" "No, um, you don't have to worry about that. You can hold it. " Her response comes, but it isn't for me. She's speaking to someone else, and that someone else sparks an annoyance through me when the damn voice of a guy comes through. "Well, thank you for this, um– sorry I didn't catch your name earlier. " "Ashley. It's Ashley Greene. " Is she flirting with some fucking guy? "Alright, Ashl
VINCENT. I put my hands in my back pockets as I rock back and forth on my feet, chewing on my lips as I wait for a certain woman. I let out a sigh and kick at a can on the field before lifting my head to see just the woman who has me waiting. Karina is standing next to an unfamiliar guy with a smile on her face, and her books are pushed to her chest while her bag dangles off her arm. She laughs at something the guy says, and I stand still, watching her and the way her face glows. That view before me, but nothing happens. I can't feel my heart leaping in my chest at her sight, as it does to Heather. I can't feel the excitement, or anything else. It's just the same as seeing any other person. However, when she shifts her gaze from the man beside her to meet my eyes; something changes. I can feel the fierce sentiments that fill her eyes, and instead of the excitement to return
ASHLEY. ~EARLIER. "You sure you don't want to come with me?" Lucy asks with raised brows and I nod with a smile, "I have to get to Sinclair. It's been long, Lucinda. " She rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Go stick with your love. You'll be the one missing all the fun; not me. " "I don't think I'd miss out on much. Pretty sure I would stay back even if I didn't go. " I joke and she frowns before throwing herself on my roommate's mattress. "I told you not to go there! That isn't my side of the room!" I scold her, and she laughs, "Bitch, relax. It's just a fucking bed. It's not like your roommate will kill me for it. " "She doesn't like people touching her stuff. You, especially. You did it last time, too. " I point a finger at her, and she gasps, placing a hand over her chest with a pout, "How dare you accuse me of that? I only came to see my
ASHLEY."You taste so fucking delicious, Little Greene. " He says as he pulls the top over my head before pushing me back against the mattress, and littering kisses across my skin. I tremble beneath him when he drags his tongue down my belly to the waistband of my skirt before moving back to my face."You're beautiful, " he whispers near my ear before sucking on the flesh with his tongue; causing me to squirm beneath him."Your hair, " he says, his hand moving to my hair and I watch him with a smile as he plays with the curls. "Did you do something to it? I swear it wasn't like this on phone. "I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck, dragging him down before pressing my lips to his. Sinclair groans and sneaks his hand beneath my body, lifting me barely from the couch to push my body against his.Before he can take the lead, I pull back and move my lips to his neck. I