Free Dream Girl by Kelly Jamieson Page B

and hoped his brother was sound asleep.
    He turned to his back, pulling Ashlyn into his arms and holding her to him, looking up at the glittering stars playing peek-a-boo with wispy pale clouds, and laid his hand flat across her smooth stomach.
    She laughed. “Holy sh-shoot,” she said. “We just had sex outside."
    His own laugh rumbled in his chest. “Yeah. Isn't it great?"
    She turned her head to look at him. “Ah ... you do this a lot?"
    He grinned. “I've only lived in this house for a few months."
    "That's not really answering the question, but never mind.” Her hand came to rest on his chest. He liked the feel of it. His smile broadened with satisfaction and pure joy.Then he suddenly sensed they were being watched, and Ashlyn must have too, because she lifted her head. Sure enough, there was Rocky standing beside them, smiling, eyes soft and dark.
    "What a good dog,” she said lazily. “He waited till we were done."
    Zach laughed. He felt goose bumps puckering her smooth skin.
    "Are you cold?"
    She smiled at him. “A little. It is nice out here, though."
    "I can go get a blanket ... or we could move inside. To my bed.” He deliberately gave her those two choices, not the choice of going home.
    She looked back at him, her eyes glowing but sleepy. “I ... okay. Bed."
    He pulled her up, helped her gather the clothes strewn about the deck, and slid open the door for her to enter the house. “Come on, Rocky,” he said softly, and Rocky padded quietly in behind him. He shut the door behind him and locked it, and then led the way down the hall to his bedroom. They were both stark naked, and again he prayed Connor was asleep. Ashlyn didn't seem concerned, apparently comfortable in her nudity, carrying her crumpled clothes in her arms. Her wildly tangled hair created the sexiest hairstyle he'd ever seen, with her makeup smudged a little beneath her eyes.
    He quietly closed the door behind them as Rocky stood there sadly. “Sorry, bud,” he whispered. He went over and clicked on the small lamp beside the bed, and then turned to watch her follow him into his room. She smiled at him.
    His breath caught at the sight of that sultry smile as she dropped her clothes to the floor again and stood there in his bedroom, stark naked.
    "Oh man,” he breathed and felt himself harden again. Jesus. When Ashlyn's gaze dropped to his lifting cock, he swelled even more and, in anticipation, he put a hand to his dick and stroked himself. The wide-eyed lustful look in Ashlyn's eyes made him even hotter. “C'mere,” he rasped, giving one more pull.
    She moved across the room and reached for him, taking him in both her hands. He let go and put his hands on her hips. She ran her hands silkily over him, exploring him, watching him with fascination. Then she ran one fingertip over the head, spreading the drop of moisture that was there even as more oozed from the tip. He groaned, her touch sending pleasure buzzing through his nerves, and moved his feet apart, bracing his legs as she pulled up, over the head, down again. One hand slid between his legs and cupped his balls. “Ashlyn,” he gasped, eyes closed, head back.
    "You're beautiful,” she whispered, still watching her hands on him. Her admiration was such a turn-on. His heart thudded, his ears roared, and he thrust himself into her palm, his need for her touch consuming him.
    With his hands on her small, smooth shoulders, he kissed her hungrily.
    Her sweet taste enticed and fascinated him, her soft mouth opening beneath his with an equal hunger. His mouth clung to hers, lifted, licked, clung again as he kissed her over and over. His fingers tightened on her shoulders and he pulled her closer to him, her soft breasts crushed against his chest. He slid his hands down her back and over the curve of her sweet ass, stroking the soft flesh, and then he gripped her and pulled her up and into him. His hard-on pushed against her insistently, throbbing between his legs.
    "Ashlyn,” he