Loving Mr. Daniels(70)

Laughing at her response, I rolled my eyes. “No, really. What’s in the bag?” She arched an eyebrow and tilted it toward me. A shitload of alcohol and letters. “I don’t think tonight is the right night for this, sweets.” Her eyelids were so heavy from lack of sleep. “Plus, you don’t drink.”
She smiled. “No, I don’t.” Her hand slipped into the bag and she pulled out a letter. “But number eight requires it.”
“Ashlyn…” I warned, not wanting her to drown herself in alcohol. She hadn’t really dealt with Ryan’s death yet, and I feared that one day she would just snap.
“Daniel. Fun. Remember that? Let’s just have fun tonight, okay?”
I breathed out and nodded. “Okay.” I narrowed my eyes and leaned in her direction. “Come here.”
She inched her body closer to me. My eyes fell to her lips. I placed my hand on her lower back, pulling her closer. She exhaled as I ran my finger slowly around her top lip and slowly around her bottom lip. She parted her mouth and slowly licked my finger before she sucked on it gently. My hand cupped around the back of her neck and I pulled my mouth to hers.
We stared into one another’s eyes, my heart pounding against my chest. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she breathed against me, sending the words into my entire being. Her back arched against my touch, and I tugged on her bottom lip. She sighed, repeating herself. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

When we pulled up to the lake house, I saw that the living room lights were on. Then I saw two women walking back and forth in their bras. Shit. I glanced over to Ashlyn, who of course had noticed the bodies, too. Her face turned to me with a smirk.
“There are naked women in your house.”
I sighed when I saw a shirtless Randy come into view through the window. My fingers rubbed against my forehead. “There are indeed naked women in my house.”
She had a smart-ass smile glued to her face. “Is this a…normal thing that happens at Mr. Daniels’s house?”
I formed a fist and bit the side of my hand. My eyes closed tight. “No! No…it’s just… Well, in the past, Randy used to try to make me feel better by…”
“By…?”
“By having naked music parties.”
Silence. I didn’t want to open my eyes to see her reaction. A loud giggle was heard. I peeked my eyes opened to find Ashlyn cracking up in laughter. “Naked music parties? Oh my gosh! You’re a freak!” She was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her cheek.
“What?! No! Randy’s the freak! I was just a guy…in a room…with naked girls.” I put the car in reverse and turned to back away from the house. Ashlyn’s hand rested on my arm.
“Don’t you dare!” she hissed. “We are going to a naked music party!”
“We are not!” I argued. She set the paper bag on the ground in front of her. Her fingers slowly started unbuttoning her coat. “Ashlyn…” I muttered, watching her movements.
“Put the car in park,” she instructed.
“No,” I said, but I did the opposite. The car went into park.
Of course the car went into park. Because when a beautiful girl started undressing in your vehicle, you put the damn car in park. I shut up as I watched her remove her coat. Her hands wrapped under the hem of her sweater and she started to pull it over her head.
“‘Are you sure that we are awake? It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream.’” She was quoting A Midsummer Night’s Dream as her sweater found its placement in my back seat.
Her fingers started at the top of her neck and she caressed her body as she moved her fingers down her neck, across her cleavage and to her bra. Her eyes closed and I watched as she touched herself in front of me, her mouth parting in excitement.
“You’re killing me, Ashlyn,” I muttered, watching, feeling myself harden as I watched.
She leaned her seat back, lying backwards. Her hands were still running against her body. I watched her deep inhales and heavy exhales. “‘Up and down, up and down. I will lead them up and down…’” she quoted. Her fingers moved down her chest, traveling toward her belly button. She turned her head in my direction and she smiled easily with closed eyes. Her fingers started unbuttoning her jeans. “‘I am feared in field in town—’”
A growl rolled through me and my hands landed on top of hers. Her green eyes shot open and her mouth parted at seeing my eyes filled with need. My hands unzipped her jeans and I pulled them down a bit. Slightly teasing the skin above her panties, I listened to her moan.
“‘Goblin, lead them up,’” I started to finish her quote. My fingers traced up to her bra, grazing over her hardened nipples. Her hands flew over her head and she gripped the headrest behind her. With quickening breaths, her excitement deepened. Sliding my fingers down her skin, my hand slid into her panties and I listened to her burst with pleasure as I whispered against her ear, “‘And down.’”
I had no need to enter my house. If I never saw another woman’s naked body again, I would be fine as long as this one was mine.
So we didn’t enter the house at all that night.
But there was indeed a naked music party for two.

We moved to the boat shed for our drunken activities, not wanting to walk into the house to see Randy with his naked girls. “We’ll head inside after a while. They won’t stay the night,” I said. “Randy never keeps girls overnight.” I pulled out blankets for us and we lay on top of the boat.