Rocked (Rock & Romance II.)

Chapter 23. - Caught Red Handed

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to tr1n23 because she was the first one to guess who the visitor is correctly! Grab some popcorn, because this is about to get poppin'!

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Ash and I got downright and dirty, then cleaned up again, before stumbling out of the shower together. My legs were still quivering from the multiple orgasms Ash gave me and I was pleasantly out of breath. My hair was a long, tangled mess of red, wet curls, sticking to my damp skin. I briefly considered wrapping it all up in a towel, but after noticing the way he was eyeing the red mess cascading down my back, I decided against it.

Ash was in no better condition – although, he pulled it off well. His long, black hair hung in pieces down to his waist, and little droplets of water covered his tanned torso. He had a calm, serene smile on his face, replacing his usual frown. I decided, once more, that he was the most gorgeous man that has ever walked this planet. And anyone less confident than me would've torn themselves to insecure pieces over the fact that he was here. With me.

I walked over to my closet, shuffling through to find something to wear when Ash's strong arms wrapped around my middle. "Don't bother getting dressed, red." His voice was smooth and deep, and dripping with sex. One large hand splayed out on my stomach and slowly inched downward as his teeth sunk into my ear, signaling that he was ready to go again.

My breath hitched, my insides tightening in delicious anticipation. The satisfaction I felt moments ago was long gone – replaced by a carnal yearning only he could take away.

"Again?" I whispered as I tilted my head back, meeting his full lips, letting him kiss me deep and long. I was itching to lighten the mood with a sarcastic comment about how he just couldn't get enough of me, but my brain turned to mush as soon as his fingers found my core. He separated my lips, stroking me leisurely, before giving my clit a swift flick.

My legs trembled, hands spaying out over my dresser as I fought to stay upright. I didn't think I could handle another round standing up, but it was a challenge I was willing to undertake.

There was a sudden, eager pounding at the door, which made me jump.

Ash's hand slowly moved off me, as he turned around. "Stay here!" He ordered, as he begun striding – still buck naked – out of the room.

"No!" I ran after him, reaching out to grab his hand. "What if it's a paparazzi? Or worse – one of our friends? How do you plan on explaining to them why you're naked in my apartment?" I questioned, common sense slowly returning to me as I assessed the situation. The absolute last thing we needed was to get caught with our pants down - or in this case, scattered all over my bathroom floor, surrounded by multiple packs of open condom wrappers.

Ash had no business being inside my apartment - anyone with half a brain could see that.

"Stay. Here!" I said sternly, leveling him with a serious glare while pushing him back inside my bedroom. He lifted a dark brow at me, but for once, didn't seem to want to defy me. "I mean it!" I warned, just to be sure.

When I was certain he wasn't going to make a run for it, I slipped a shirt over my head, stepped into a pair of sweats, and headed for the door.

The pounding sounded again, the intruder growing impatient. "Coming!" I called out, smoothing my hair some as I closed my bedroom door, leaving a naked, frowning Ash perched on my bed.

I made a mental note to get rid of whoever was bothering me quickly, so I could get back to devouring the six and a half plus feet of pure testosterone, muscles, and tattoos currently on my bed.