Look After Us by Elena Matthews

Ashton’s room, but I’m stopped in my tracks as Mia barrels back over to me, almost crushing me to the wall at the impact, causing us both to erupt in hysterical giggles before hushing ourselves to keep quiet, which evidently just makes even more noise.
    “I know Riley is my bestest friend in the whole wide world …” she slurs, her eyes beginning to lose focus. “But you, Ava,” she jabs her middle finger in my chest, a slant of a smile on her face, “are my new BFF. And knowing you’re going to be my BFF sister-in-law makes me so happy!” She then slaps a kiss on my cheek with a loud, “Mwah!” before stumbling into the direction of her room, falling into the wall a few times causing me to lightly snigger under my breath.
    Stifling a yawn, I suddenly feel exhausted. I turn around, but my stomach bottoms out when I realize I can’t remember which door our room is, or specifically Ashton’s room. It’s dark and it’s hard to make out whose door is whose. I think it was the second door on the right. I try that one but it turns out to be the bathroom. I try the next door, and I sigh a breath of relief when I see Ashton sitting up in bed reading.
    “Hey, baby.” He looks up from his book with his beautiful smile. Closing it, he places it on the bedside table without taking his eyes off me.
    “Hey.” I feel my panties dampen when I see he’s only wearing a pair of basketball shorts. “You’re still up?” I ask, even though I can see for myself that he is.
    “Yeah, I was waiting up for you. How was your night?” I walk slowly towards the bed; unable to resist the pull I feel when I’m near him as I slip my shoes off my feet. Placing the gift bag on the bed, I walk into his open arms and crawl into his lap, enjoying the way his arms feel around me.
    “It was good. I’m a little drunk still,” I chuckle before pressing my lips to his. The feel of his soft, plump lips makes my heart flutter in my chest. His fingers caress up and down my back, causing shivers to erupt along my skin as he smirks at me.
    “Is that so?” he asks with a devilish glint in his eyes.
    “Yep … and do you want to know something else?”
    He answers with only eager eyes. I grind my hips into his, smiling seductively as I whisper, “I’m also a little wet.”
    He gives out a dirty laugh, his fingers tightening their hold on me as his green eyes sparkle with mischief. “You’re drunk.”
    “And horny.”
    He blinks unevenly at my words and in a flash I’m on my back, with his erection pressing against my already sensitive clit, causing a gasping moan to escape me.
    “I love it when you’re drunk.” He slams his lips on me and I groan out in pleasure as he slips his tongue into my mouth and kisses me like he owns me. And he does—in every single way.
    My leg automatically hitches over his hip and another groan leaves my lips at the feel of his fingers kneading my ass cheek. Heat swirls around us and it only continues to build as I feel his cock thrusting against my panty-covered pussy, driving me insane. I feel his masculine hands searching along my thighs and I can’t stop the moan of disapproval when he pulls his lips away.
    “Don’t sulk, baby. I need you naked. I need to feel your skin, to make love to every inch of you.”
    My heart slams into my chest at his beautiful words and I watch with lidded eyes as he peels my dress from my body, lifting it over my head until it’s in a heap on the floor. He shifts slightly and his sudden movement causes something to crash to the floor with a slight thud.
    Whatever it is catches his eye, and with a diverted smile he crawls off me.
    “And what do we have here?” I bite my lip and a burst of laughter leaves my mouth when I see he’s holding a florescent pink dildo in his hand. If it weren’t for the alcohol coursing through my veins I would have blushed for sure.
    “It’s a dildo,” I say matter-of-factly.
    He chuckles. “And why do you have a dildo?” he asks