Let's Be Crazy (Oh Captain, My Captain 4)

Be crazy.

I take off my sweater. Ashton’s mouth drops, and I tug on his sweatshirt. It’s my turn to stare at his body. There aren’t clear indentations of his abs, like on a model, but I can see slight lines. His pants hang low on his hips, showing deep v’s.

I squeeze his biceps and tug him back to me. I position myself in the middle of the large bed, and he starts kissing my stomach, up to my neck where he nips me, and finally to my lips. I shut down my brain, letting my emotions and sexual drive take over. I dig my nails into his neck, and he bites my bottom lip. My moan is low, and our tongues dance.

Ashton quickly unbuttons my jeans and pulls down my zipper. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I pant, opening my legs.

He toys with the top of my thong before sliding it down. He watches my reaction when he moves the thin material away from me. When he brushes my naked skin, I jerk, but he doesn’t stop. He inserts a finger. My body reacts with a loud moan, and my back arches. I hadn’t felt anyone touch me so lovingly in a very long time. He pulls out before adding another finger and pushing back into me.

“Ashton,” I pant his name. His thumb circles my clit, and my body shakes with pleasure.

His eyes are still on mine, in a caring, loving look. I drag my nails down his chest, and do my best to unbuckle his belt and pants. He closes his eyes and lays his head in the crook of my neck when I grab him. Ashton isn’t so big that I can’t hold him firmly in my hand, but he’s long, and I do my best to stroke his full length.

Our speeds match each other, and I feel the tension in the pit of my soul building up as Ashton pushes into me harder. We pant each other’s names, and soon I feel myself let go. I keep working Ashton, and after a few more times, I feel him too.

“What happened to going slow?” he breathes heavily into my ear.

“We didn’t have sex, did we?” I tease him.

It won’t be too long before everyone comes back, so we quickly clean up. As I change into a pair of yoga pants, Ashton comes up behind me, kissing the back of my neck. I’m so tempted to throw him back on the bed, but we hear the front door, and Reed laughing. We straighten ourselves, and go downstairs.

“Mommy.” Sadie jumps into my arms.

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes. Mr. Nate bought us all a lot of ice cream.”

“Did you thank him?”

“Yes, and I behaved the whole time,” she says proudly.

“Well, I’m glad.?

? Sadie jumps back down, and she and Reed head to the living room to play. I go into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water when Brooke and Tiff corner me.

“You had jeans on when we left,” Tiff points to my pants.

“Are you becoming a detective?” I take a drink.

“No, but you look a little relaxed.”

Brooke gasps. “Did you?” Her face lights up.

“No,” I whisper.

“But something happened.” Tiff waves her finger in my face. “I know that look.”

“You don’t know any look.” I push her hand away.

“I’m so happy for you.” Brooke hugs my neck.

“Um, thanks.” What do you say when the mother of the child of the guy you want to sleep with is happy that you’re practically having sex?”

Oh, my life is so strange.

Chapter Eighteen