Page 39 of Freaks Of Nature

“And that’s what I am? A new conquest?”

I watch him smirk, those infamous dimples forming again. “I haven’t quite figured that out yet. But I meant what I said earlier inside. I’m not ready to give this up.” He motions between us. “It’s uncharted territory for me too.”

Meaning his continued interest in me despite having already gotten in my pants. Twice.

“And you like it?” I prompt, turning onto the walkway leading to my building.

“It intrigues me.” We walk up to the door and stop. “Youintrigue me,” Ash stresses, his hand reaching for mine, making me face him.

Then he takes another step to back me into the door and bring his body flush with mine.

I suck in a quick breath. My nipples are hard as his chest presses into me. It’s just like inside the diner. Heat shootssouth through my belly like a lightning bolt. I feel it pooling between my thighs, and they give a little twitch at the need of wanting him there.

His left arm snakes around my waist to hold me closer still. His eyes are heavy. They drop to my mouth, then he dips his head, closing in slowly. “So yeah,” he whispers, lips feathering across mine. “I like it. I like it a lot.”

Ash kisses me, gentle at first, but growing gradually in demand, and I let out a moan, sinking into the warmth of his body.

As my lips part, the tip of his tongue flicks out to tease me. He makes my toes curl, exploring and nipping before nudging past my teeth.

I open for him. Sliding his tongue deeper, Ash reminds me of his skills with the piercing.

I feel my hips undulate in response. More wetness pools between my legs, aching for friction, and I want to wrap myself around him with an unapologetic desperation.

Releasing my hand, Ash runs his palms over my body more eagerly. I steady myself on his shoulders, and he squeezes my ass as he grinds the hard ridge at his fly into me, mouth still fused to mine. The electric current spreads from his kiss to every part of my body. He sets me on fire. I don’t want him to stop.

But I know we have to.

“Ash.” My voice comes out strangled, and I give his shoulders a squeeze.

He surrenders a sigh. “I know. I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

His words retain a heated rasp as he forces himself to pull away.

“Fuck,” he groans. “What are you doing to me, baby girl?” Ash shakes his head, and I bite my bottom lip to stifle a grin. It feels so good to be desired.

He lowers his forehead to mine, his eyes suddenly serious. “I want you as much as my brother does, but it’s up to you, Em, not him. I’m not backing down. You choose.”

With that, he straightens, and I know he’s about to take off, but he swings back one more time. He takes my right hand, lacing his fingers with mine and sliding them between my thighs.

He gives me a squeeze. “Think of me when you finish.”

Mace

Standing on the edge of the rooftop, I remove my gloves and work my fingers, clenching and unclenching my fists to test the stiffness.

They’re fine now. Whatever caused the sensation a couple of weeks back has passed, but I still recall the ache in my hands after waking up from another episode.

I look down at my hands with a strange unease. While the tenderness is gone, the recurring blackouts remain.

I stuff my gloves into the front pocket of my sweatshirt and pull out the mask. I don’t switch on the LEDs, but I slide it over my face and raise the black hood to cover the rest of my head.

My breath immediately strains through the small air holes.

The lack of oxygen doesn’t make me panic anymore; I’ve gotten used to the sensation. But it’s more than that. When I put on the mask, something flips in me. The reduced flow of air gets me high…

…makes me hard.

I feel the swelling behind the restriction of my jeans already, and I know the throbbing ache is going to increase shortly.