The Boys of Hawthorne by Ashtyn Short

Chapter Six 

Aspen 

Placing my hands on his chest, I shove him back, putting some much–needed distance between us and climbing from his lap. “W–we…we can’t, Boston.” 

“Why can’t we? We want one another. I know you want me just as badly as I want you.” Boston growls, reaching for me, trying to pull me back to him. 

Before he’s able to grasp ahold of my arms, I take a step back, and then another, holding my hands up as if I can physically hold him back, “No. No, Boston. We owe our parents a fair shake at their marriage. We can’t go screwing it up because we can’t stop screwing one another.” 

I can still see his desire swirling in the depths of his blue eyes, and if that wasn’t indication enough, the tent of his athletic shorts makes it perfectly clear how badly he wants me. 

Closing the space between us once more, I drop to my knees and grasp onto his hands, threading my fingers between his long ones, “Please. I like you, I really do but I’ve never seen my mom this happy. If for whatever reason this doesn’t work out between our parents, I don’t want to be the cause of it.” 

“Don’t we deserve to be happy too?” he asks, rubbing the pad of his thumb along the top of mine. 

“We do, Boston. But we’ve known each other for a whole minute. Not to mention, what will everyone think of us when they find out? What will our parents think? This could likely ruin their marriage. I can’t do that!” I state, my gut already churning at just the thought of walking away from this guy who has made me feel more in the last sixteen hours than I have felt for a boy in my whole life. 

“So that’s it? You’re just going to walk away, and I don’t even get a say?” he asks, a mix between pissed and sad. 

“What do you want me to say? I ask, confused and wholly unsure of what the right move is here. “I like you, I just…” | bury my face in my hands, unable to continue because I just don’t know. 

Rock, meet hard place. 

Boston grins, a sudden hope shining in his eyes, “I like you too, Aspen.” 

“I just…I don’t feel right about this. I don’t think I can risk it.” I tell him and with a strength that I didn’t think I possessed, I pull away from him and stand up, although my legs are still on either side of Boston’s thighs. “I’m sorry,” I say, trying to move back, but his hands sliding down my body and landing on my hips, hold me in place. He stares at me with those big blue eyes that I have no doubt could get him just about anything that his heart desires, and I feel my resolve waiver and I know that if I don’t leave now, I may just give in. 

“We should probably get back down there and join everyone else for breakfast,” I mutter, stepping out of his hold as he nods, although I’m not sure if it’s in understanding or agreement. 

Turning around, I make my way to the door. Reaching out to open the door, I feel Boston’s body heat at my back seconds before his hands land on my waist, turning me around and backing me up against the door, his mouth slanting 

over mine. 

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His tongue seeks entry as his hands roam from my waist to my lower back, pulling my body tighter against his. So tight that I can feel how turned on he is, how badly he wants me at this very moment. I would be lying if I tried to claim that my panties weren’t soaking wet with how badly I want him too. 

“What are you doing?” I ask when Boston suddenly drops to the floor and begins pulling my shorts and panties down. In lieu of answering, his puts his mouth is on me, his talented tongue licking up and down the length of my seam, before using his fingers to part me. His tongue darts out, lapping up the wetness between my thighs, causing my core to clench with need. Lifting my left leg, he places it over his right shoulder, opening me up for him even more, then buries his tongue between my folds, penetrating my pussy. 

“Oh shit, Boston…” I gasp at the sudden onslaught to my nerve endings as I bury my hands in his thick hair, my fingers tugging at the silky strands as his tongue works me over. 

Boston moves to my clit and sinks two inside 

fingers into my pussy, hitting that magical spot of me that no one has ever hit before. Between sucking on my clit and what his fingers are doing to me, I’m quickly surging headfirst towards 

my orgasm. 

“Oh, God – 

“Oh, God,” I moan, as he takes me higher and higher. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.” 

“Come for me, baby,” he growls against my sensitive bud. “I want you to drench my fingers and face.” 

“Yes,” I moan, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave. 

I’m panting from the intensity of my orgasm. My clit is now overly sensitive to the point that I need him to stop, but Boston doesn’t relent as he continues sucking, his fingers pumping in and out of me, “Boston…” 

“Yes, baby. I love hearing my name on your lips as you come.” He growls, finally pulling his fingers from inside me, then licking up the seam of my pussy sending another jolt of pleasure to my nerve endings. 

Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he licks my juices from each one, then licks his lips, as if he’s savoring every last drop. 

“Fuc*k, you taste good,” he growls. Lifting my left foot, Boston pulls my panties and shorts back up my legs as he stands back up, closing the distance between us once more. “I don’t want to stop making you come.” 

“We can’t keep doing this,” I state before, closing the distance once more and ki*ss him, but only for a moment, because then I reach behind me while our lips are still locked and wrench the door open. I pull away, grinning as hear him groan and make my way out into the hallway. Then, quickly and as quietly as I can manage, I make my over to the staircase, before descending the stairs, I desperately need some space away from Boston and the things that he makes me feel, so I can clear my head. 

This is dangerous, this thing between Boston and I. I wasn’t messing around when I said that we couldn’t be together, if we were to get caught, our parents would have our asses. 

But, God, the way that he makes me feel. 

It’s this weird, giddy, silly, crazy, makes absolutely no sense feeling that I’ve never felt before and don’t want to let go of 

But, I have to, don’t I? 

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We can’t be together. 

He’s my brother. 

A brother that just blew my freaking mind. 

That doesn’t matter though because our parents are married. 

Everyone is sitting down at the table, most everyone’s plates are either already free of food, outside of residual syrup, or almost gone as I find an open seat by mom, not having any more of a clear head now than I did when I left Boston back in my room, unfortunately. 

Looking at me with concern, she places her hand over mine, “Is everything okay, honey?” 

“Yeah, sorry. I guess they’re just not what I expected. It kind of overwhelmed me for a minute there,” I explain, hoping and praying that she won’t dig any deeper. 

“More like twenty.” One of the boys says, chuckling and I’m pretty sure it was Lincoln. 

A few moments later, Boston joins us and grabs the last empty seat, then piles his plate high with the food still remaining on the table. 

No one asks any more questions, and neither of us are forthcoming with and kind of information.” 

However if the looks that his brothers keep shooting between the two of us, I’m have no doubt that the two of us are so busted. 

Oops. 

“So, do you think you boys, would be able to show Aspen the ropes at school on Monday?” Collin asks after Boston and I begin to eat. 

Each of the boys looks at one another, their expressions unreadable as they turn their attention back to their dad. 

“Of course,” Linc says, glancing at Boston, then back to his dad. “We’ll make sure that it’s a day she’ll never forget.* 

Why does the way he said, “she’ll never forget“, fill me with a sense of dread instead of comfort? I wonder as I take in all four of the boys at the table. 

Boston suddenly begins coughing, beating on his chest with his fist, and then taking a drink of water to help. “Sorry, wrong pipe,” he mutters, not looking up from his plate. 

I glance at the other three who are sharing looks that I’m unable to discern, and that uncomfortable feeling begins to 

grow. 

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