Ash

by D.J. Krimmer

“You’re a pig.” “Yet here you are, begging to court me. Trying to make me a proper lady and such.” I reach up and smack his forehead.

“Goddamn it, you smell so fucking good.” It fills me with a primal hunger, igniting a fire within me. The taste of her arousal is like the sweetest nectar, drawing me in with each lingering kiss. “Holy god,” she whimpers,

“I mean, you’re pretty wet.” she shakes her head, interrupting me.

“I want you to bury yourself in my ass, charming.” Oh. Oh, my fucking god. I run to the closet, ripping the door open while simultaneously trying to disrobe.

“Have you–” “No,” she interrupts. “You?” I shake my head. “Let me prep you first, alright?”

“Shhhh…” I coo, rubbing over her clit. “Sunshine, relax, or my dick will never fit, sweetheart.” I chuckle and fight a groan as she pushes back against me. “Make it fit,” she purrs.

“Fuck sweetheart, you looking at me like that… I feel like I will have to repent for my sins tomorrow with what I want to do to you.”

“Stick your fingers in your pussy, Sunday.” I pant between thrusts. “Fill that greedy hole, and don’t take them out until you explode. I want to feel you come while I fuck this perfect fucking ass.”

“Only you,” she whispers between the frantic kisses. “Only you make me feel this good. Never forget that.”

I didn’t realize I needed to hear those words until she said them, and now that she has, I never want to not hear them. I want her to remind me how I make her feel every single day. And that terrifies me.

“Jesus Christ, your tits are so perfect I feel like I need to bow my head and give thanks.”

“Sweetheart,” I groan as my tongue flicks over her piercing, causing her to gasp out a moan. “There’s

nothing about you I don’t find completely addictive.”

“Are you going to fuck my throat or just continue to play timid?” I pant out a laugh. “Sunshine… I don’t want to gag you.” “Why not?”

“I want you to gag me,” she murmurs. “I want you to grab me and fuck my face until you explode down my throat.” “This is a dream,”

“I don’t know what I did to make you do that, but please tell me so I can do it every day for the rest of my fucking life.”

When she reaches down, I notice the red string around her wrist, and I know exactly what it’s from. It’s the red yarn I grabbed from Indy’s crochet stuff to tie Sunday’s bag of Starbursts. I wanted to see if she remembered what I told her about it. And now, it’s on her wrist. Shit.

“You’re a horrible person,” I say firmly. “Ash is probably one of the greatest men I’ve ever met. And I’ve seen what your abuse has done to him. I’ve seen the scars you left. And I hate you for it. I hate you more than I’ve ever hated another human, which says a fucking lot, trust me.

I’m just thankful you don’t have him anymore because you never deserved him. He’s a good man. He’s kind, caring, and protective, and he deserves someone to give him that in return.”

“Oh, and I guess you think you’re that person? You think you’re perfect, don’t you?” “No,” I say quietly. “Far from it. But for as long as Ash will let me, I’ll be here to show him exactly...

“I

heard it all,” he whispers, kissing my lips softly. “Sunday, nobody has ever been…” I watch as he struggles to find the words, and I kiss him again. “I like you,” I whisper, and he chuckles. “I know.”

“This is the greatest thing anyone has ever done for me.” She squeezes me to her before lifting up on her tiptoes and kissing me again. “I love you.”

“She said she loves me. I think it was a slip, but she just said it.” I watch as Atlas and Fox both give me similar smirks.

“Because she loves you, and you love her? How’s that not a good thing?” “I’m not in love with Sunday!” I deny loudly.

“Sunday, I’m so s–” “Sorry? For what? For yelling to all our friends that you don’t love me or for not loving me at all?”

“I’m sorry.” Her voice cracks, and she tries to hide it with a cough. “I know you’ve been through a lot, and you’ve been nothing but honest and upfront about not wanting more. This is my

fault, Ash. I’m the one that caught feelings when I shouldn’t have.” “Wait,”

“W-what you said in there… ...

“It wasn’t an accident.”

“I’m in love with you, Ash.”

She’s really in love with me....

“Baby, I’m so sorry.”

“I’m just, I’m not the guy you plan your forever with. As much as I wish I could be.”

“But you could!” she sobs out, and it’s another knife to the heart. “Are you going to stand there and tell me that in all this time, after all we’ve been through, you haven’t developed any feelings for me...

“But that doesn’t me...

feel like I should act on them. Damn it, Sunday, I was so happy with the situation we were in. Wh...

“Because you were never just a ‘situation’ to me.”

“No, I’m not breaking up with you. In order to break up with you, we

would’ve had to have been something. And apparently, we weren’t.”

“He does care about you,” Indy says softly

“You and Wade mean so much to him. He’s just scared.”

“I know, and part of me understands that. But what if I go back, and in a year, he gets scared and bolts? What if I end up pregnant, and it’s too much for him?”...

I’m just… I’m so tired of stupidly believing men when they say they want my responsibilities, and then I get hurt when they realize it’s too much for them.”

I’m just saying that Ash has demons that he’s kept locked away because he was busy supporting others, and maybe being with him will require a little more patience and understanding.”

How embarrassing. I lost the man I love and my dream business all within a couple of days of each other and without really getting to experience either of them.

It’s not the mad rush I was hoping for, but it’s a start. After all, everything isn’t always easy. Sometimes, it takes a lot of work, a little patience, and understanding.

“It’s cool, I get it. You don’t love us. I overheard Mom talking to Stevie and Indy yesterday. You don’t want to love us, and Mom isn’t going to let anyone hurt us again. Though I think she was a little late on this one.”

“If you didn’t see all of us together, you should’ve stayed away.” He sniffles as he glares at the floor. “A week ago, I would’ve given anything to have you as a dad.”

Because you had also decided where they were fitting into your life. Because you let her get closer to a part of your world that no one else had.