Keeping My Pack (16 page)

Tristan moves to Remy’s abandoned spot and steals some of Logan’s popcorn. “That would explain how someone as beautiful as Kitten remained untouched for long.” He says with a wink. His normally soothing voice is sultry and sends shivers all along my skin. Oh, how I love that voice of his.

“
Well that, and for a total shorty, she runs pretty fast.” Logan pipes up, elbowing Tristan and spilling popcorn all over him. Tristan only shakes his head at Logan and brushes away the fallen snack.

Our attention turns back to the movie and after a while, Ash leans forward to place the empty pie pan on the table. “That was better than the last one you made. Thanks, man.” He says to Tristan before patting his tummy with a sigh.

Logan snorts. “Did you get enough there, big guy? I’m surprised you didn’t lick the pan clean.”

“
Your point?” Ash challenges.

Logan shrugs a slim shoulder. “Eh, just that your fat ass nearly killed me twice when you landed on me.” He finishes with an evil smile.

I frown as I look Ash over carefully. Black as night hair to his shoulders, strong jaw, broad shoulders, arms that look like he could lift a mountain, his chest and stomach well defined even when sitting idly as he is. Even his thighs are massive mounds of corded muscle. “Ash isn’t fat,” I tell Logan when I’m finished with my assessment.

Remy groans. “Do me a favor and never look at Ash like that when I’m in the room again, Kitten.” He says as he adjusts himself to a more comfortable position.

Ash throws a massive arm around my shoulders, and I lean into his chest, cuddling into him.

“
Don’t worry, Babygirl, he’s just jealous of all this muscle.” And as if to prove a point, he tightens his whole body, flexing those said muscles. I shiver in delight.

Logan snorts and tilts his chin up. “Uh, no Fatty McFatpants, you can keep your gladiator physic, and I’ll stick with my classically charming, model-like good looks, thanks.”

I roll my eyes as those two continue their good-natured teasing and take in the sight of the three good looking guys sitting across from me. Remy, Reed, and Kellan continue to watch the movie playing, and I try not to sigh at their handsomeness.

Sadly, Reed looks my way and catches me staring, cutting off my perusal of them. I look away quickly, trying not to let on that I’ve been staring at them all for a while now, but a quick glance at Reed lets me know I wasn’t quick enough. If his slightly smug and satisfied smile is anything to go by.

“
Want to know something cool, Kitten?” He asks.

I pretend that my face isn’t on fire and nod my head, meeting his multi-colored eyes. I may be slightly embarrassed, but I’m not ashamed. It’s not my fault they are so fun to look at, they should try to be less beautiful if they don’t want people to stare.

“
Finn here actually knows how to fly those beasts.” Reed continues as he prods the man in question with an elbow to the ribs. Finn’s handful of popcorn goes flying onto Remy, who shoots Finn a glare.

“
W-what?” Finn looks between Reed and me.

“
You really know how to fly airplanes?” I ask him.

“
Oh. Yeah. I spent some time as a fighter pilot in WWII and flew commercially for a while after that. Now I just fly smaller aircraft for fun every now again.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.

I can practically feel my eyes popping out of my head. “Wow, Finn! Really? That’s so cool.” I bounce slightly in excitement and Ash gives a squeeze to make me stay put.

Finn’s cheeks blush slightly, and he smiles at me, holding out his box of popcorn in offering.

Before I can accept or decline, Reed’s hands shoot out as he exclaims, “Duuuuude! Did you see that? That chick is really a robot. Totally makes sense now.” Sending the container flying with most of the popcorn landing on Remy. Remy glares deeply at Finn before standing and moving away to sit at the end of the couch by himself. He eyes Albert, the closest person to him now and looks approvingly at his popcorn free hands.

I giggle uncontrollably at Finn’s lost expression. He looks over at me and gives me a ‘did you see all that’ look. I nod my head in answer, and he shakes his head, smiling at me and sitting back in his seat, seeming defeated by his crazy family members. I snuggle back into Ash, my head laying on his chest, and drift in and out of sleep as the movie plays on.

Ash insisted on taking me to bed while the rest of the guys smoked imported cigars or something, a gift Maksim had brought for the guys. My eyelids have been fighting to stay open for about a half hour now. Ash led me to his room and sat me on the bed and now I watch him as he removes my socks.

“
Would you like a shower, or a bath, Babygirl?” He questions, looking up at me as he rubs his rough hand over my toes.

“
Bath,” I reply sleepily.

“
Wait here then.” He instructs before striding to the bathroom.

Moments later he returns, grasping my hand within his huge one. Ash has already started the bathwater running, and he even added bubbles.

“
Come, Little One, I will wash you, if you’ll let me” Ash’s deep voice rumbles out as he guides me to the steaming room.

My lids try to close on their own, without my permission, and my sleepy brain barely registers what he’s doing as he strips my clothes from me. I’m lifted by my hips and placed in soothing warm water. I bend my knees and lay my head on top of them, opening my eyes to see Ash kneeling beside the tub, his blackish eyes smoldering at me. He gently pushes my hair off my back, his fingers lightly brushing across my skin. I watch as he wets a washcloth in the water and lathers some body wash on it. His free hand cups some water and drizzles it over my skin and he washes my back in gentle circles; his eyes focused on his task. While he watches me, I look at him.

“
I love how you take care of me,” I tell him softly.

Ash leans forward and presses a hard kiss to my lips. “You take care of us too, Babygirl.”

I smile goofily at him. “I love you, Ash.”

“
Love you, too.” He rumbles back at me.

I let him clean every part of me, wondering if I’m not as shy or as embarrassed as I should be because I’m sleepy or if nakedness just doesn’t mean to me now what it used to, or because I know that Ash loves me and cares about me. I suppose it doesn’t matter.

He takes his time towel drying my hair gently once we’re done, and wraps a different towel around me, carrying me to his room. Once we reach his bed, I release the towel and crawl under the covers on my own.

Ash flicks the light off, and I hear him shuffling around before the bed dips so much that I roll towards him. I giggle as I scoot back over so he has room. I shouldn’t have bothered because as soon as he’s under the blanket, his big hands reach out for me and I’m gathered against his rock hard body. One hand moves to the back of my head and guides my face to his neck, placing me exactly where I like to be. His scent washes over me, and I melt into his hold.

“
Where’s AJ?” I whisper to him in the dark.

“
I put him in the chair and covered him up.” He replies.

I find that odd, but don’t comment on it. Instead, I cuddle closer to Ash, stealing his body heat and soaking up the comfort that being around him always makes me feel. Ash grunts and moves his middle away from me. I scoot closer anyway.

“
You’re tired, Baby.” Ash sighs.

“
The bath woke me up a little,” I tell him, not understanding what being tired has to do with me snuggling up to him.

Ash rolls so that he’s hovering over me, supporting his weight on his elbow. “Is that so?”

“
Yes.”

“
Then you don’t mind if I have some dessert, do you?” He asks hotly.

“
No?” I answer, confused.

The bed shakes as Ash pushes up and rips the blankets away from the both of us, sitting back on his knees, gazing down at me in the moonlight streaming through the window. His face is cast in shadow, but I can hear his breathing slightly increase.

A hand comes up to cup my cheek for a moment before gliding over my shoulder, down my arm, grazing my thigh and calf until he cups my foot. He lifts my toes to his mouth and places gentle kisses over the tops of each one, repeating the process on my other foot. I feel his hands shake slightly as he slides them from my ankles up to my knees, parting them.

I inhale sharply when I feel his lips touch the sensitive skin on the inside of my knee. He flicks his tongue out for a taste, and his resulting purr sends shivers up my spine. I bring my hand to the back of his head, wanting to touch him back in any way I can. Now that I know where this is leading, I help him and spread my legs wider. Embarrassment rears its ugly head, and I blush, but I don’t try to hide myself. I want to be intimate with Ash, in any way that he’ll let me.

Ash takes a deep breath before moving relaxing his body down on the bed. His lips move to my inner thigh, and my hips jump upwards of their own accord, wanting his mouth on my core desperately. The scruff on his face only adds to the intense feelings and excitement for what’s about to come.

“
I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Kitten. You have no idea.” His breath falls over my skin, and I moan. Just a little higher, please.

My eyes go wide, and my mouth falls slack as I feel a jolt of pain, followed by pleasure, as he sinks his teeth into my thigh, so close to my core that the electric pulse shoots right to my button, and I explode, shouting out his name.

Ash pulls his teeth from me and laps at his bite with a few licks before moving his tongue right where I want it, and he laps hungrily at me. I feel his tongue prodding my entrance and my hands grip at his head, not knowing if I am pulling him closer or pushing him away as it feels amazing, but also like too much at the same time.

My Shadow is relentless as he makes me explode for him over and over again. I beg, I plead that it’s too much, and demand that he never stops. His groans at my pleasure only make me hotter, and I’m sure I’m going to melt into a puddle at any minute.

Ash’s head comes up, and he kisses my belly lightly before crawling up my body, only stopping to take a quick pull at each of my breasts, then bringing his mouth to mine in a searing, hot kiss. His face is slick with my wetness, but under my own flavor, I taste Ash, and I feel an inexplicable need to show appreciation for the tongue that loved me so well. I try telling his tongue with mine that I absolutely adore it, and come to the conclusion that Ash has completely fried my brain.

We pant heavily at each other as he pulls his head back from our kissing. He shifts up, and I tilt my head back so I can still see his face. He aligns himself at my core, his eyes seeking permission, and I lick my lips hungrily, wrapping my legs around his waist in answer.

Ash moves in slowly, pushing in a little of himself at a time and backing out, just to push in more the next time. I try to regulate my breathing and concentrate on the stretching feeling inside of me. If Reed felt huge in my hands, then Ash is a monster, and as he keeps pushing I wonder how much more of him there is, and if all of it needs to go in.

Thankfully, I don’t have to wonder for too much longer. With a deep thrust and a loud growl, he seats himself fully inside me, and my core spasms as his whole body vibrates on top of me and inside of me. I press a kiss to his chest in front of my face and Ash takes that as a sign to move. He sets a slow rhythm at first, building into a pounding thrusting that has my body shifting up the bed with each movement of his powerful hips. My nails rake over his wide back as my pleasure climbs higher and this only makes him go harder. My name falls from his lips in heated whispers and grunts, and it’s more than I can take. As stars dance in my vision, I bring my head up and bite down on his chest, eliciting a pleasing roar out of Ash as he slams into me hard one last time.

I feel him pulse and expand inside of me before a pleasant warmth fills me, flooding my insides and Ash relaxes more of his weight on me. Normally, he’d be crushing me, but I revel in the feel of his weight on top of me right now. It’s oddly comforting.

Ash presses a lingering kiss to my forehead and gently extracts himself from me, and I try not to wince. He gathers me close again, and I drape myself over him, relaxation and exhaustion settling in as the sun is peeking through the pink sky outside of the window. I hear Ash tell me he loves me, but I don’t remember if I managed to say it back or not as sleep rushes in to claim me.