Cursed Fate: Cursed Series #4 (16 page)

“They’re here?”

“Hang on lady; let me get a hold of this damn phone.”

Watching anxiously as she plays around, I start to bob my leg up and down with anticipation.

“Eeeeppp, go girl go. They just grabbed their bags and will meet us at terminal four, door six.”

Throwing the car into drive, I merge onto the side road and make my way to my man. Following the flow of traffic, I watch the signs navigating us to the right spot.

“There, Ashley. It’s the next right,” Jo beams with excitement.

I start to laugh at her reaction—bitch is just an anxious to see Linc as I am Steve.

Pulling the car up to the door, I see the four of them standing there waiting for us. As I put the car into park, Jo is already bouncing out of the car…
damn girl, chill.

My eyes set on Steve as his gaze meets mine, instantly my heart skips a beat and I’m suddenly flooded with emotion. I don’t know how the hell I lived all these years away from him. Just the mere sight of him takes my breath away. Yanking on the door handle, I throw the door open and run over to him as he meets me half way. In one swoop he picks me up and lifts me from the ground, my feet dangling beneath me.

Inhaling his scent, I nuzzle my face into his neck as my arms wrap around his broad shoulders, squeezing him for dear life.

“There’s my sweet girl. Did you miss me?” He asks without hesitation.

“I did, I missed you so much.”

I bring my face forward to face him and crash my lips against his. Our mouths part and tongues find one another. Moaning into his mouth I can begin to feel his excitement to see me as well. Nipping on his bottom lip I lick along the seam of his mouth and suck his tongue back into mine. My hands run the length of his neck as I bring him in to me as close as I can.

“Damn, you two—get a fucking room,” Cliff’s voice echoes along the concrete walls of the terminal space.

Pulling away from Steve, I look over his shoulder and give Cliff the middle finger.

“Don’t be jealous man, one day some chick will last longer than a night with you…just give it time,” Steve says with a laugh.

As I release my arms from around his shoulders, I allow myself to slide down his body. Once my feet are firmly planted on the ground, he turns me in his arms and rests his chin on the top of my head.

I look around at the crew. Jo is wrapped in Linc’s arms, Dault is standing along the far wall smoking a cigarette, Etty is looking off to the other side in a daze and Cliff…well, he’s just standing there with a stick up his ass. We are finally all here together…it’s almost too surreal to see everyone in one spot again. I love it.

“Ok, punks, let’s get going before the rent-a-cops start ushering us out of the way,” Cliff says while grabbing the luggage and carrying it behind my car.

“I’m all for getting home. I want to spend the rest of the night wrapped up in you, Ash,” Steve whispers in my ear before moving to help Cliff with the bags.

A huge cheesy grin plasters across my face. I’ll be content spending the rest of my life in that man’s arms, no worries here.

My gaze moves across the sidewalk as I watch everyone move around. Eyes landing on Etty, I see that she’s still standing far away from Dault. Hmm… what is that all about?

Moving closer to her, I wrap my arm around her waist and rest my head on her shoulder.

“You okay, girlie?”

“Ugh no, umm yes…hell, I don’t know.”

“What’s going on in that blue haired head of yours and why are you standing so far away from Dault?”

“I just want to go home, it’s been a long day and I want my bed.”

“Okay, love, get in the car and I’ll start getting the others moving.”

“Thanks, girl, I’ll talk to you about it all tomorrow.”

Pulling her into my arms, I give her a reassuring hug before telling the others to bust a move.

We all pile into the cars and just as I expected, Dault follows Etty into our car. I look to her in the rearview mirror, her face smug and arms crossed over her chest.

I need to find time to talk with her; something must have happened that’s upset her like this. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen her so upset, other than the time that he left to fly back to South Carolina. 

Resting my head back against the seat, I smile as Steve interlaces our fingers while he pulls away from the airport.

Unlocking the door to my apartment, Steve enters and flips on the light switch along the wall.

“You hungry?” I ask moving through the small dining space.

His eyes meet mine and I know damn well the answer that’s about to come from his lips.

“I’m famished,” he replies with a wink.

The expression on his face is of pure desire. His dark brown eyes are almost black and his body language is screaming sex. Taking a step toward me, he wraps his arms around my waist, placing his lips against mine. As I close my eyes, I become consumed by his embrace. Allowing my body to melt into his, I open my mouth inviting his tongue to meet mine.

He starts to move backwards as our tongues tangle together. His body stops and my eyes open to see that he’s backed up against the couch. With a silent giggle, I bite down on his lower lip and suck it into my mouth.

“Mmm, I’ve missed these lips,” he mumbles into me.

Trailing my fingertips up the sides of his torso leading to his back, I pull him in closer to me.

“I’ve missed all of you, Steve. I don’t know how I survived without you for so long.”

“You’ll never have to worry about that again, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” he replies, lifting me onto him.

My arms surround his neck and my legs tighten along his waist. Walking us back to the bedroom, he kicks the door shut with his foot and lays me down on the bed.

“Strip, Ashley, I want to see all of you…not on a camera shot, here right now in front of me.”

Biting down on my lip, I lift my shirt over the top of my head and slide my jeans off one leg at a time.

“Better?” I ask.

“Nope, you’re still wearing too many pieces of clothes. I want you naked on that bed.”

Sliding my panties down my legs, I move to kneel on the bed and remove my bra.

“Now that’s better. You’re gorgeous, Ashley, every inch of you is mine.”

“Mmhhmm, now it’s your turn…strip, baby.”

My eyes focus on his as he removes each article of clothing.

As I’m still kneeling on the bed, I begin to feel the wetness of my arousal dripping down the inside of my thigh. The sight of him does more than turn me on; I need his hands on me. I want to feel him pump himself inside of me until we both fall into our pits of ecstasy.

Curling my finger, I gesture for him to come closer. With each step he takes, I can feel my breasts swell, my clit pulsate, and my body begin to tremble. Standing before me he stops, teasing me with his eyes.

“I want you to fuck me, Steve. I need it hard and fast. Last night was so good, but now with you here, I want to feel every inch of your hard cock in my warm pussy….take me, Steve, let me feel you.”

A smirk forms on his face as he pounces onto the bed. Pushing me down onto the pillows, his body hovers over mine.

“Sweet girl, you have a dirty mouth and I love it. I love you. No foreplay for you tonight. I’m going to take you hard and fast just like you asked. Hang on tight, I’m about to rock your world.”

With a giggle, I pull his face down onto mine. Our lips crash together as I feel his rigid cock push into my wet folds. My body tenses anticipating his size as he slides inch by inch into me. The feeling of him filling me consumes my senses.

As our tongues dance to their own rhythm, my toes curl as he pushes himself in and out of me. Beginning to rock my hips, I hit his thrusts with as much force as I can muster. Loud slapping sounds of our skin echo throughout the bedroom. Raising his body from mine, he moves his hand down to my mound, rubbing my aching clit with the pad of his thumb. My vision goes black as we continue to rock into each other. Feeling as though I’m about to burst, I grind my pelvis in a figure eight position.

“Fuck, Ash, I can’t hold back much longer,” he pants.

“Harder, Steve, please I need it harder.”

Moving his arms over the top of my head, he begins to bang himself harder into me. Stars shoot behind my closed lids as I begin to touch myself, rubbing my juices over my clit getting just the right friction.

“Oh, Steve, yes now…I’m coming now!!” I scream.

“I’m right here with you, baby. God, you feel so fucking good.”

My walls clamp down onto him as I feel him come within me. I love this man, I love the way our bodies mesh as one, and I love that we are so in sync.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him down to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I’m so in love with you, Steve.”

“Sweet girl, you have no idea.”

Resting his head down on my chest, our hearts continue to race while our breaths become steady.

Chapter 20

Two Days Later

“Okay, Ash, you ready to start?” I ask looking at the scared expression on her face.

I watch as she sits completely still on her stool, looking over the items on the side table.

Biting down on her lip, she nods her head and flashes me a big smile.

“Yes, I’m ready. Let’s do this,” she replies bouncing up and down in her seat.

“Whoa there, tiger, simmer it down a notch. I can’t have you bouncing up and down like that. First off, you’re making me hard as fuck, second you need a steady hand for what you’re about to do.”

Swatting me on the arm, she tilts her head back and releases a cute laugh.

“You’re a funny guy…now sit still so we can get started.”

Relaxing with my arms behind my head, I pay close attention to her every move. With my body lying down on the table, face up, I remain perfectly still.

Ashley takes the razor in one hand with the green soap pad in the other. She begins to wipe down the top of my thigh with the sterile pad making certain to swab the entire area. Once she’s completely cleansed the skin, she starts to shave away any hair that will stand in the way of the ink machine and my flesh.

Having her hands on me, this close to my groin, sends my thoughts into frenzy. I can feel my cock beginning to twitch and beg myself to think non sexual thoughts. Closing my eyes I envision lost puppies, baseball, and grandma making pie. Oh, pie is warm…Ashley’s pussy is warm….
damn it to hell
.

This isn’t helping.

Okay Steve, pull your shit together, I need to focus and watch what she’s doing….
focus man
.
 

Opening my eyes, I direct my gaze on her.

She’s shaven away the hair on my thigh and is now wiping the spot down with an alcohol solution to disinfect the exposed skin.

Turning away from me, she reaches toward the table; grabbing the transfer paper with an outline of my tattoo. She’s created this image on her own and I’m in love with her design.

It’s a true Ashley piece of art and I’m thrilled to have her be the one marking me once again.

Her artistic talent is uncanny. Cricket would be proud of the woman she has become and knowing she’s sitting in a stool again would fill his heart with joy.

My eyes scan to her face. With her tongue sticking out to the side, I watch her facial expressions. A silent laugh vibrates through my chest as her brows scrunch while she concentrates on the perfect placement of the tattoo.

Slowly tearing away the paper from my leg, she turns her head from side to side. Clapping her hands, she leans back on the stool and looks into my eyes.

“Check it out, babe. Let me know if it’s good.”

Hopping down off of the table, I move to the mirror along the wall. Staring at my reflection, my eyes scan down to the top of my leg. This is the first piece I’ll be adding to this leg and her placement is perfect.

“I think we’re good to go…ink me, baby,” I say with a wink.

With a look of pride in her eyes, she pats her hand down on the leather table.

Moving to straddle the table, I turn to face her. Grabbing onto her cheeks, I place a tender kiss to her lips.