---- and then Alex slid his tongue into Ashly's mouth. At which point Ashly pushed him away, laughing, and said, "Fuck, your mouth tastes like ass. And you smell like a dive bar. You need a shower." Alex watched her. His inner alpha was whining pathetically at the idea of leaving, but he didn't have any clothes to change into. He consoled himself with the promise that he could come back later. Ash would welcome him now; Ashly wanted him in his space.
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"Thave a shirt you can borrow," Ashly said, interrupting Alex's thoughts. She was making the face she made when she thought she was being sly, but she wasn't good enough at hiding his smirk for it to be effective. "I'm not sure about the pants, though. We might have to go without," she teased. Alex chuckled and replied, "I'm sure you would hate that. We can do it if you want, you know." Ashly swatted him in the forehead. "Such a dirty mind," she scolded. "Why would I suggest such a thing?
There's a child in the house." Honestly, Alex had forgotten about Adom for a moment. It hit him like a ton of bricks and would have staggered him if he'd been standing. "Does he know? "he asked. "That I'm-" "He knows...of you," Ashly hedged , staring hard at the rug. "But he doesn't know that you're the dad I ---- told him about."
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