Loving Him (Ashton Irwin a.u.)

Chapter 15

"Come on, at least blow me or something!"

Ashton whined as he followed me through my apartment. He seemed to have made a habit of staying round there now, not that I was complaining. However, I was complaining that he had brought a bunch of his babysitting contraptions like milk bottles and various toys over, and boy did those make a mess. Who knew babies needed so much crap?

Rolling my eyes, I told him for the umpteenth time, "I've already told you enough times, Ashton. Not today. Hey, maybe you can have Luke blow you when we get there."

Despite discovering Lexi and Luke had invited us to their place for a New Year's Eve get-together, Ashton had taken it upon himself to offer to look after Aiden for the next couple of days. I already made a point of my discontent, asking if a drunken all-nighter with friends was the most appropriate environment for a year-old baby, but he said he would never give up the opportunity to be with his nephew whenever he could.

I continued to tease his horny state as I said matter-of-factly, "Make sure you stay safe. You never know where Luke's been. You know where the condoms are, yes?"

He groaned. "Yes, Babe, I know where the condoms are. The nice, full box of condoms we haven't touched in God knows how long. I know where it is." Pretty much all day Ashton had been pestering me about how horny he was, trying to find a bargain to make me do stuff with him. "Come on, Mais, it's been so long! We haven't had sex in weeks!"

"Well," I reasoned as I pushed my tracksuit bottoms down my legs, "we spent the last couple of weeks with our families, and doing stuff this week is off the table, so I'm afraid you're just gonna have to wait a little longer."

"Why can't we do anything this week?" he whined, watching me undress from the corner of my bedroom.

"You don't want to know," I huffed as I heaved my skinny jeans up my legs, accidentally pushing my foot through the rip in the knee. "Bugger," I cursed as I started again.

Crossing his muscular arms over his chiselled chest, my boyfriend continued to argue with me. "I don't think you could say anything at this point to put me off wanting to do stuff with you right now." His voice went low near the end of his sentence, sounding husky and sensual. "Try me, Babe."

I pulled a new top over my head and stomped over to Ashton. "The reason I can't have sex with you is because I'm on my period. My uterus is shedding its lining and there is blood pouring out of my vagina. Nothing is going on down there until my uterus is done. Understood?"

Blushing, Ashton gulped and nodded before looking down at our feet. I continued to stare him down until he asked sheepishly, "Do... Do you want me to bring you anything?"

I scoffed and went to tug some shoes on over my feet. As I stood up straight, Ashton pushed me against the wall, pinning my hands up above my head and holding his face close to mine so our lips brushed as he spoke. "You have a lot to look forward to when this week is over." My breath hitched in my throat before he roughly pushed his lips onto mine. As he pulled away, I nodded frantically and he chuckled. "You'd better kiss me at midnight."

"I'm sure Luke will if I miss it," I joked as I reapplied a coat or two of mascara. "I still don't understand why you had to look after the baby on New Year's Eve."

"I'm always looking after the baby," he reasoned, watching me as he casually leaned against my dresser.

"That's true," I agreed, covering my lips with lip balm.

With a confused look on his face, Ashton asked, "Why do you wear so much makeup? It's not like you need it. You're beautiful."

I blushed and quirked my eyebrow at him as I zipped up my makeup bag. "It's not that I think I'm ugly without it," I began. "I just feel less ugly with it, and that's the point."