We'd had the gym to ourselves in the afternoon, and Ash had continued teaching me self-defense. "I can't believe we're getting married in four months," I'd said, as he blocked my kick.
"You’re giving away your moves with your body. Keep it tight and fast, like this." He demonstrated the kick I'd just failed at and I tried to block, but his kick was faster than my block. Then he leaned over and kissed me. "I can't wait to be your husband."
His dark hair fell around his face in a messy just-had-sex kind of way and I wished we were having sex instead of sparring. "I'd like to get to know Jon better. He invited me to go golfing tomorrow and I agreed. It would be nice to get out and golf again. It reminds me of times with my dad, and I know you don't really enjoy it, so I thought it would be a good activity for me and Jon to do together."
Ash's stance became more serious and he pushed his offense more strongly. "Why?"
"Because he's about to be my brother-in-law," I said, trying to fight off his attack while countering with my own.
"He's an asshole. A jealous asshole who would love to have you for himself."
I punched him in the arm. "That's an overstatement, I think. I don't know why you two can't work things out, but I assure you I am yours regardless. It's just an innocent game of golf. Besides, you're going to be busy all day tomorrow with an investor's meeting."
He grunted and then blocked my attack, throwing me to the floor and pinning me. We stared at each other, faces inches apart. I struggled and tried to free myself but his weight kept me pinned.
My breathing came fast, my chest rising and falling against his. And as our bodies rubbed together, I felt him harden, his cock pressing against my abdomen.
"You're leaving yourself too open," he said.
I wrapped my legs around him. "Only for you." I kissed him and he didn't hesitate to respond, digging his fingers into my hair and pulling my head closer as he deepened our kiss.
His free hand rode up my shirt, cupping my breasts and squeezing my nipples alternately as he pushed himself closer to me.
"Too many clothes," I said, between kisses.
He nodded and tore off my sports bra and yoga pants, pulling his cock out enough to shove into me. No foreplay—our sparring had been that—just hot, messy, needy, hard sex. We fucked deeply, wildly, his cock filling me completely and making me desperate for more. I scratched and bit at his skin as he pounded into me. Then I rolled him over and rode him as he flicked my nipples and grabbed my hips, pushing himself into me as I bounced on top of him until we both came fast and hard.
In the end, while he didn't like me spending time with Jon, he knew he didn't have a say—and he knew I'd always be his.
***
As I focused back on golf, Jon came up behind me and repositioned my hands on my club. "Keep them like this and twist your hips this way a bit. It will help your aim."
"Thanks." I swung and found that it did in fact help my ball go in the correct direction. "What's up with you and Ash, anyways? Why aren't you closer?"
We worked our way through the golf course and Jon began to talk about their childhood. "I idolized my big brother," he said, swinging hard. His ball flew across a sand trap and landed near the hole.
Mine didn't do as well and we had to walk further away to retrieve it.
"When we were kids, I was a bit scrawny. I got picked on a lot, but Ash was always there to stand up for me."
I tried to hit my ball out of the sand but only dug it in deeper.
"As we got older, I was the studious one, always studying hard and getting good grades. Valedictorian material and AP classes. Ash got in with a bad crowd. The ones who always wore black and who smoked pot behind the school during lunch. Ash tried to get me involved with them, but I refused, knowing they could derail everything I was working so hard for."
He held out his hand for my club and I gave it to him, letting him hit my ball out of the hazard, then taking the club back as we walked over to our balls, which were now side by side next to the hole.
"They called me Scrawny Jonny and liked to knock my books out of my hands, take my stuff, that kind of thing. Ash didn't defend me anymore. He just let his new friends torment me. I missed my brother and wanted to be with him, but he'd changed and we grew apart. Of course, eventually Ash straightened out and got his life together, and I'm so glad he did. I'm happy for him. Even a little jealous." He looked at me and I felt an awkward energy between us. "He has the perfect career, the perfect woman. The perfect life. I hope I find that some day."
He hit his golf ball and it rolled smoothly into the hole.
I did the same and then we both bent down to pick up our balls. As we straightened up, I reached for his hand, my own shaking with nerves at what I was about to do. "There's something I have to tell you."
He turned to me, his face flushed and confused. "What is it?"
"I found my mother's book."
Chapter Five
The Elephant In The Room
PRESENT DAY