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“Did I hurt you?”
“Who the fuck cares.”
Damn. I took that as a yes… but at least it didn’t seem to bother him. He pulled my face to his and kissed me softly, and I melted all over.
“You have a nice cock, Ashley,” I told him.
He groaned. “Go to sleep, Danica. Or my cock is gonna insist on fucking you, and it’s probably gonna hurt, and it’s probably gonna set us back in the healing process.”
“Fine.” I sighed my frustration and kissed his cheek. “Sleep it is.”
He slapped my ass, semi-gently, as I cuddled into his side.
“Can we do that again in a few hours, though?”
“Maybe,” he said gruffly. And when I looked up at him in the dark, he was smiling.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ash
The next day, after I’d received a wicked-hot good-morning blowjob from Danica and dropped her at work, I called her. And at the risk of putting myself back in the bullshit friend/client zone, I told her I wanted to show her my house on the island.
When she made the assumption that I very possibly wanted her to redecorate it for me, did I correct her?
No.
Did that make me a dick?
Probably.
But my house on the island really didn’t need any redecorating.
She told me that she really did have professional commitments for the next couple of days that she couldn’t get out of, but she could clear her schedule completely for me on Wednesday.
“Wednesday it is,” I said.
Maybe it was for the best I’d have to wait a couple days to get her alone again anyway?
Hopefully by then, my dick would’ve made a full recovery.
* * *
That night, Danica sent me her vortex playlist.
And what did I do?
I went straight home after having a few drinks with Coop and Xander. They were both in town and Xander was still playing hard to get about joining my new band—which we didn’t bring up in front of Coop. My ex-bandmates were still my friends, but I wasn’t planning on giving them any details about what I was working on, musically, anytime soon.
Honestly, I really didn’t want to hear about what they were working on, either.
When I got home, I ignored all the usual messages from people inviting me out to party with them.
Summer—party at her place.
Haz—party at the Kings’ clubhouse.
Janner—drunk somewhere.
