Asher (Zagan MC #1)

Chapter 16

Chloe

I got it all. I truly did.

And I forgave Asher. Technically, he didn’t do anything wrong, even though, at the time, it felt like he had.

I’d talked to Stella, too. Like always, she and I were good.

That was why I opened the box he had left with me, removed the tissue paper, and saw the black leather kutte nestled inside of it.

I smiled as I saw Property of Asher on the back of it.

Bringing it to my nose, I smiled.

Leather and Asher. All rolled into one. There was nothing better.

I’d made my decision.

And it was time to tell him.

As I strode into the clubhouse in black fitted jeans, black heels, a red top, and my property kutte on my back, I smiled at the girls.

Stella came to me first and smiled, “Damn, but that looks good on you.”

I smiled at her, “It feels pretty good, too.”

“They’re in church, don’t think dad will mind,” and with that, she winked at me, then walked across the floor and knocked on the doors to church.

I stood there waiting with bated breath.

The door opened, and then I saw Trigger’s face, he listened to her, then looked over her head.

His eyes widened, and then he smiled.

Then he turned his head and said something.

The next thing I knew, I heard something slam into the wall, then the door was opened wider, and there he stood.

All six-foot-two of glorious muscle, looking hot as sin.

He looked at me, did a top to toe, then he started forward.

I didn’t move.

I could feel all the brother’s eyes on me as they emptied out of church.

But it was Asher’s I was most concerned about.

He stopped just a breath of me and said, “You forgive me?”

I stared into his eyes and asked, “Do you forgive me?”

He lifted a brow, “For what?”

“For being a brat,” I said.

He chuckled, “You weren’t being a brat, Chloe. Don’t think you even know how to be one. What you were was hurt. And that was on me.”

I smiled, “Good. So, since I put this thing on, I’m telling the world I’m yours. What are you going to do to prove to the world that you're mine?”

And that was when he shocked me. He winked, took off his kutte, then lifted his t-shirt.

And right there, along his ribs, was my name in beautiful script, which looked familiar.

He laughed, “Found an old letter you wrote to Stella. She was okay with me taking it to my tattoo guy.”

“Only one thing we need to do,” he said as he lowered his shirt and stepped closer to me.

I smiled, “Yeah, what’s that?”

His hand still holding his kutte wrapped around my waist, his other hand wrapped around my neck, and then I lost all train of thought as his head lowered, I rose on my tiptoes, and against my lips, he whispered, “This.”

Then he kissed me.

And oh my, if I ever thought that a kiss was supposed to be simple... then I needed to have my brain looked at.

Because this kiss was anything but simple.

It was soul-shattering.

Earth quaking.

The kind of kiss you would bleed for.

The kind of kiss you would die for.

His tongue teased my lips, and my hands clenched in his shirt, he put pressure on my neck; it moved, and then I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth.

The delicate way his tongue teased mine... I always thought it was weird when authors wrote about spontaneously coming with just a kiss. But I had officially felt it. Oh. My.

When we pulled away, he rested his forehead on mine, then he whispered, “Fucking love you, Chloe.”

I smiled, then whispered, “I love you more.”

Our moment was interrupted by Stella.

“Just saying, but I will not be calling you Mom,” Stella said with merriment dancing in her light gray eyes.

I giggled, “Good. Because that would be freaking weird.”

Asher looked at me and winked, “Now she’s a brat.”

I threw my head back and laughed, and all the while, Asher watched with a smile on his handsome face.

A little while later, I was sitting in his lap; his hands were running through my hair, and then I did something I’d been wanting to do for years.

I snuggled up into Asher, resting my head on his shoulder and burying my face in his neck.

Taking in a deep breath, the scent that was all Asher filled my senses.

Pressing a kiss to his throat, I closed my eyes.

Then I asked, “Think you can ask everyone to leave for a little while?”

He didn’t hesitate, “Trigger?”

How Trigger heard him over the music, I didn’t know, but I was grateful for it.

His eyes never once left mine, he said, “Get the fuck out.”

Trigger chuckled, then once everyone was out of the clubhouse, the moment, the very moment the last person left and the door closed, it happened.

His lips met mine, and then I lost all train of thought.

His lips felt so soft against my own.

I didn’t think about if I was doing this right.

I didn’t think about anything other than the feel of him.

His hands moved to the tops of my thighs, rubbing slowly while his tongue teased at my lips.

The moment I opened my mouth and gave him entry into a place no other has ever been, I couldn’t tell you where he began and I ended.

It was just that magnificent.

He pulled his lips away from mine, his hands skimming up and down my thighs, and then he whispered, “Fucking finally.”

I grinned, then leaned in and kissed him.

And that kiss... well... I can tell you that if we had been an official couple, I would have broken the Guinness Book of World Records for how fast I took my clothes off.

His lips pulled from mine, and then he whispered, “Just so we’re on the same fucking page here. We’re taking this at your pace.”

I grinned, “As long as you’re mine, I don’t care about anything else.”

He winked, “Been yours since you were seventeen, Doll Baby. You just never noticed.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the front door.

Asher’s eyes glinted, then he called out, “Yeah?”

“Is it safe to come back in?” Trigger asked.

I giggled.

But Asher just watched me.

I lifted a brow at him, “What?”

He chuckled, “Waiting on you to tell me what you want to do. This is your world. I’m just living in it.”

For the umpteenth time that night, I forgot how to breathe.

And when he saw that, he chuckled, then dragged his right hand up my side, the column of my neck to settle in my hair.

He tugged it gently, then said, “We can let them back in. Or we can tell them to fuck off. Doesn’t make a fucking difference to me. As long as you don’t leave your spot on my lap.”

I lifted a brow again, then asked, “And what if I have to pee?”

He shrugged. “Then I’ll be carrying you to the bathroom, letting you do your business, then your back in my arms where you fucking belong.”

I grinned, then muttered, “Caveman.”

He winked, “Only like that with you.”

I grinned, “Let them back in.”

He winked, “Yes, ma’am.”

Once he gave the order, everyone filed in, and all their eyes were on the two of us.

Priest marched over and asked, “So, are you two finally together?”

I smiled down at Asher. He lifted a brow, and I knew he was waiting for my answer.

I grinned, “Yeah. He’s mine.”

Priest whistled, then said, “It’s about fucking time.”

“Shots. We gotta celebrate this shit. Our Pres. finally found a woman worthy of his cantankerous ass.” Trigger boomed.

Pagan was behind the bar pouring shots.

Stoney brought two over to Asher and me.

With the shot glass in his hand, he winked at me, “Here’s to me breaking my back to make sure you never regret your decision here tonight.”

I smiled, then lifted my shot glass to his, “And here’s to me being your quiet place in a crazy storm.”

I watched as he took in my words, swallowing as he did so, and then he was crushing his lips to mine.

I drank in his kiss.

I reveled as his tongue swept along to mine.

We were both breathless when we separated.

With our clink of glasses, we both downed our shot.

Minutes later, his hand was still running through my hair while his other hand was rubbing up and down my back.

And just like that, I fell asleep.

What I didn’t know was that once Asher surmised I had done this, he had called out to have the music lowered.

***

Since Asher had become mine and I had become his, I was smiling from ear to ear these days.

It’s been three weeks.

Three weeks of kisses and stolen touches.

And as the days passed, I was getting even closer to closing that final gap between us.

And giving him all of me.

Because you can bet your sweet behind that, I wanted all of him.

It was only fair, after all.

***

After he had church two days ago, I was informed that when he got back from his run, he was taking me out on a proper date. And I couldn’t wait.

Stella and I had even gone out and bought me a new dress.

I wasn’t lying as I said I had been smiling from ear to ear these days.

And I was getting asked about it at work.

When I told them that Asher and I had finally gotten together, two of the women had been happy for me, one of them had huffed and mumbled about being closer to age to him than I was. But I snickered.

And told her that age was just a number.

And it was.

That fact was further proved as I recalled what he told me over the phone just last night.

He was on a run with Rome, Coal, and Priest.

“Whenever you’re ready to give me all of you, all you gotta do is tell me. We are taking this at your pace. Long as I have you, I don’t give a damn.”

And I knew that he meant it.

Because Asher Samuel Hendrix didn’t say anything he didn’t mean.

We had been out back by the fire pit, and I had a few things I wanted to know about him.

One of them was his full name. He already knew mine because Stella thought it was funny.

I was named Chloe Britt Whitman. And seeing as CBW stood for Chemical and biological warfare. She told me I needed to come with a warning label.

Unlike her name, Stella Bell Hendrix, which was cool.

And I wanted to know about his parents, his life, and I wanted to know basically everything.

And under a sheet of stars, we talked well into the pre-dawn hours.

But I missed something I treasured.

When I fell asleep, he had carried me into the clubhouse, up the stairs, and up to his bed.

And I couldn’t even begin to explain the feeling when I woke up the next morning to his lips on my forehead as he whispered, “Good Morning, Doll Baby.”

***

But now was now.

I was in my bedroom, curling my hair while my parents were making dinner in my kitchen. Since their stove had gone out this morning, I had offered up the use of my kitchen.

I had just finished curling my hair when my mama called out, “Your young man is here.”

I snickered, young man. He was closer to my parent’s age than mine. But after the whole Marco ordeal, my parents had accepted our relationship without saying a word.

Have I ever mentioned that my parents were cool?

Because they were that. Indeed cool.

I smiled at my reflection as I turned off the curling iron in my bathroom.

Then, I moved to the floor-length mirror that hung on the back of my bedroom door and took the finished product in.

Dang.

But there was just something about this particular color.

Smiling, I grabbed my clutch, opened my door, and in my three-inch patent leather pumps, I headed down the hall.

Asher was standing with his back to me, talking to my father.

And when he obviously heard me coming, he looked over his shoulder, stopped mid-conversation, and stared.

I had one thought on my mind, well, two really, one was that he looked incredible.

And two, I wanted him to look at me just like that when I walked down the aisle to him.

Because one day, I was totally marrying this man.

He walked to me as I stopped at the end of the hallway, and then he said, “You’re trying to send me to an early grave.”

I snickered, “Do you like it?” I asked as I held my arms out at my sides.

He nodded, then rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb, then he said, “Yeah. Fucking love it. But what I had planned for tonight just isn’t going to fucking do.”

I tilted my head to the side, “And why is that?”

“Doll Baby, you’ve met me. Right? You know how I am. You’ve seen how I react when someone looks at you too long. And seeing as this is our first official date as me your man, and you my woman... god damned, Doll Baby. Fucking love you in that dress.”

My mother huffed at his language.

He blushed.

He actually blushed.

Then he held his hand out to me to help me down the last step, and once he had my hand in the crook of his arm, he looked at my mama and asked, “What can I do to redeem myself?”

My mama lifted a brow, “You’ve redeemed yourself for life where I am concerned, but be mindful. Yes?”

He nodded.

Then he shook his hand with my father, and only then did he lead me out the door and to his truck.

And I knew he got a kick out of helping me into it.

That was by placing his hand on my ass.

And he was right, he told me about his plans, and I knew that wouldn’t be good.

Even though the restaurant had great food, it wasn’t worth all the pretentious men who no doubt would be there and didn’t think anything about looking at other women when they were out with a woman.

However, he looked at me and winked, “Don’t think I won’t show you off, Doll Baby.”

And he did that in more ways than one.

He just had all the brothers at the marina form a barricade around us so no one could get a good look at me and to keep me safe.

For two hours, we wandered along the marina, eating and laughing, and it was as if the brothers weren’t even there.

Not even when we made it to one section, Asher at my back, my front pressed to the railing, fireworks going off in the night sky, my head turned to the side, his lips on mine.

It was perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

However, what wasn’t perfect was three days later, and Asher was acting like a petulant toddler.

I thought with age came wisdom.

Apparently, not with my man.

Stubborn... gah...

“This is stupid,” Asher mumbled as he carried in another box.

Apparently, Asher didn’t like the look of my neighbor in my new apartment after he had brought me home after our date.

So, he had contacted the previous apartment complex and paid I didn’t know how much money to get me back into that apartment.

Even though he did all of that without me saying a word to him, he was now acting like a toddler.

I lifted a brow and put my hand on my hip, “Exactly how is this stupid?”

He dropped the box on the stack of boxes in my bedroom, looked at me, and lifted his own brow, “How is this not, Doll Baby? I have a perfectly good house. If you wanna tear it down and build a new one, that’s okay with me. If you want to demolish a room, I don’t have a problem with it. But you’re mine, and I’m yours. So, this whole thing is stupid.”

“Asher, you're being ridiculous,” I said as I passed by him, but I didn’t make it far.

Because the moment I cleared his big frame, he had his hand on my bicep and his other hand on my hip, and he spun me, then backed me into a wall.

Then he lowered his head and got in my face, “I’m not being ridiculous. I want you with me. Always. Spent too much time apart as it is. This is more time apart.”

I sighed, then placed my hands on his chest, “Asher, seriously. I get that. And I want to be with you all the time, too. But I need to do this. I don’t want to take advantage of you,” when he opened his mouth to no doubt say otherwise, I placed my finger over his lips, which he kissed, dork, then I said, “We are starting something new. Yes, I’ve known you for almost all my life. But I knew you as Stella’s dad. The president of Zagan MC. I haven’t known you as my man. And vice versa. I signed the contract for a year. I need that, Asher. Please. Plus, you were the one who didn’t like my neighbor and did all of that without talking to me about what you wanted to do. That’s on you, big guy.”

He sighed, then placed his forehead atop mine, “How the fuck do you do that?”

I grinned, “How in the eff do I do what?”

He chuckled, “Get me to stay calm and to see reason. Wait, allow me to rephrase that, to see your reasoning.”

I winked up at him, “It’s a gift.”

He pressed a kiss on my forehead, “You ever going to curse?”

“You have met my mama, right?”

“So, what you’re saying is, even though I’m the president of a one percent motorcycle club, and we have kids, I’m going to have to watch my mouth?”

A feeling swept over me.

So soft.

So sweet.

My entire frame warmed. Then I whispered, “When we have kids?”

He nodded, “Yeah. Kids. But we’re having boys. ‘Cause if we have girls, I really will be in an orange jumpsuit if they look anything like their mama.”

“Umm, guys, can you quit with the lovey-dovey stuff? We’ve got more stuff to do. And Dad, she was mine first. I get to spend the first night with her here. Not you.” Stella grinned cheekily.

Asher lowered his voice and whispered, “If she wasn’t my daughter...”

I giggled, then shoved him back, moved away from him, looked over my shoulder, and tossed him a wink.

Because my man had totally been checking out my ass in my new pair of cut-off white denim shorts.

After we got everything moved, Stella went to get boxed wine and pizza, Asher and I broke in my new couch because he declared my old one wasn’t big enough by hitting first base.

I was getting so close to telling him I was finally ready.

***

It was three days later when my phone at my desk rang, picking it up, I said, “Hello.”

Then I smiled when I heard his voice, “Hey, Doll Baby, you weren’t answering your phone. You good?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. We just have a lot of work to do today,” I told him as I moved on to another client’s file.

“Alright. How much longer are you working?”

I sighed, then looked at the clock. “I’ve got at least three more hours.”

“Alright. Head to my place when you get off work.” He was smoking a cigar.

God, I knew it was a nasty habit, but I loved the smell of his cigars when he smoked them.

Moreover, I loved laying my head on his chest and smelling that particular scent.

I smiled at the memory from a few days ago.

Then I said, “Sounds good. On one condition.”

I heard his smile in his voice, “Yeah, what’s that?”

I smiled, “I get a freaking hug.”

He chuckled, man, but I lived for making this man chuckle.

Smile.

Laugh.

See that sparkle in his eyes.

He caused me to feel all warm and toasty when he responded with, “Doll Baby, you can have all the hugs.”

“Text or call me when you leave, alright?” I smiled.

This man. He wasn’t controlling when he asked, and he was being protective.

I smiled like I was doing all the time where he was concerned, and then I said, “10-4, Big Daddy.”

He laughed.

However, three hours and forty-five minutes later, I was headed out to my car. The moment I got in, started it, and blasted the heat, I tagged my phone and texted Asher.

Me – On the way now.

Asher – Okay, Doll Baby. Be careful.

Twenty minutes later, I pulled into Asher’s driveway.

The moment I entered his house, he was standing there,

Then he moved, and he moved to wrap me in his arms, and I got my hug.

I pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart.

Then he lowered his head and whispered, “This is payback for what you called me earlier.

I scrunched my brows, “Payback for...”

And that was all I got out.

Because one minute I had my head on his chest, and the next I was up and over his shoulder, then being tossed on the couch, and he was tickling me.

“I give up,” I said through tears. “I give. I give. Uncle. Uncle.”

Asher grinned down at me, and stopped tickling me, then he whispered, “Not your fucking uncle.”

I winked up at him, “No. You’re my Asher.”

He nodded, “Nothing else I’d rather be.”

Then we heard Stella’s voice, “Okay, I have my eyes closed. If I run face-first into something, I’m sending you the hospital bill.”

I giggled, “We’re not naked, Stella. Geez.”

Her hand lowered slowly, and then her fingers moved so she could peak between them.

I laughed at her.

Stella shook her head, winked at me, then headed to the clubhouse.

Apparently, Asher had cooked us dinner and kept it warm for when I got off work.

His only words were, “You’ve been working hard. The last thing you need is to cook, Doll Baby.”

I rewarded him with a hot, scorching kiss.

And since today was Friday, after we ate a delicious meal that consisted of garlic buttery steak and loaded mashed potatoes, he asked if I wanted to go to the clubhouse.

Since I hadn’t seen him as much as I would have liked this past week, I readily agreed.

***

Rock music was flowing out of the speakers.

Good times and good vibes.

Moonshine was in a few cups; shots of whiskey were being thrown back.

And ever since Asher had looked at me with heat in his eyes, I knew.

Thankfully, I’d stuck to soda this entire time.

Which was why I walked over to where he sat in the corner, leaned down, his beard tickled my neck, and there against his ear, I whispered, “Take me home and make me yours in every way possible.”

I pulled my head back and took in his eyes, he stared into mine and then asked, “You have anything to drink?”

I grinned, “No.”

He winked, stood, and then tossed me over his shoulder.

Catcalls and hoots sounded as he carried me out of the clubhouse and out to his bike.

He sat me on his feet, then wrapped his hand around the side of my neck, “Need to do something first.”

I lifted a brow, “And that is?”

He winked, then reached into his kutte, pulled something out, and then did the very last thing I expected.

He dropped to one knee. Right there in the middle of the parking lot outside of the clubhouse.

My hands came to my mouth, and tears formed in my eyes.

Then, like a shield had been moved from his eyes, those amazing hazel eyes with tawny flecks in them showed me every emotion a woman wants to see in the man she loves.

Want. Need. Heat. Hunger. Love.

“You were seven years old the first time I met you. And I didn’t know it then. Didn’t know that all these years later, I would finally understand the reason I was put on this earth. I promised you I would wait for you. I went to war for you. I worked my ass off to be there for anything you ever needed. I have strong shoulders to carry your burdens. Strong arms when you can’t walk anymore. And a strong heart that loves my club and my daughter but a heart that has areas that have been locked since I took my first breath. But those areas, Doll Baby, you carved your name into them without even trying.”

He took in a breath and then whispered, “I want you to know that I want everything with you. Fucking everything. And I’m here on one knee in front of you before we take that step, showing you, proving to you, that I am the man for you, Chloe. I love you, Doll Baby. Love you until the stars fall from the sky. Will you marry me?”

I didn’t even try to blink back the tears, in front of me was everything I’ve ever wanted and then some.

Which was why I replied with, “I will love you ‘til the world turns to ash.”

And my man being my man, he knew my answer, stood up, wrapped me in his arms, and pulled me into his chest.

Then my lips met his in a kiss so hot I forgot where we were.

That was until he pulled back, both of us inhaling much-needed oxygen into our lungs.

He grinned, then took out the black velvet box, opened it, tagged my left hand, and slid a ring on my finger.

Only then did he let me see it.

And. Was. Perfect. Utterly perfect.

It was a vintage-style set with a huge rock.

I grinned, “Are you trying to say something with this rock?”

He winked, pressed a soft kiss on my lips, then said, “Gotta make sure those motherfuckers know that you’re taken.”

I grinned.

***

His hands were on my ass, and my lips were melded to his, carrying me up the stairs to his house.

Somehow, without us losing our connection, he unlocked the door.

We didn’t make it past the living room.

It would seem that the only place close enough was to the couch because the moment he sat down, my lips were moving away from his lips, over his beard, and to his neck.

His lips were trailing a path along the column of my neck, and it felt so good that I had to stop what I was doing, close my eyes, and just feel.

That was until I heard something, and that was why I moaned breathily and called out, “Asher?”

His lips whispered against my neck, “Yeah, Doll Baby?”

“Your phone is ringing,” I whispered.

He shrugged, “Don’t give a fuck.”

I moved my neck and locked my eyes with his, “But... it’s probably the club.”

He leaned in and nipped my chin, “Again, I don’t give a fuck. Dreamt about this. With you. The entire world could be falling around us, and I wouldn’t give a fuck.”

Before I could open my mouth, I jumped because there was a bang, bang, bang on the front door, and then we heard, “Pres. Fucking need you.”

Asher growled, carefully lifted me off his lap, and sat me down. Then I watched as he tagged his gun and then stormed to the front door, ripped it open, and pointed it at Trigger.

“Whoa. Pres. What the...” Trigger trailed off.

“Is Stella okay?” Asher asked.

Trigger nodded, “Yeah, Pres. But...”

“Is anyone on the verge of meeting the reaper?” Asher asked.

Trigger shook his head, “Nah. But...”

“Is the clubhouse on fire?” Asher asked.

Trigger, again, shook his head, “Pres. If you’d let me...”

Then in a growling low tone, he said, “Then I don’t give a fuck. I’m with my woman. She fucking comes first.”

I felt a tingle between my legs at his words and his tone.

Sweet baby Jesus.

Trigger held his hands up in a placating manner, “Pres. I got you. Okay. I do. But you told us that if a certain group of people ever showed back up, you wanted to be notified immediately.”

I watched Asher’s face.

And saw that he had locked his jaw.

This wasn’t good.

Whatever it was.

Then I watched as his shoulders dropped.

At that, I called out, “Honey?”

Asher twisted his neck to look at me, his face softening.

“It’s okay. I got a report I need to work on. You go handle business; I’ll be here when you get done.”

He bit out, “This shit isn’t okay.”

I could see he was struggling.

He wanted to keep the promise he made to me.

That I would always come before the club.

“Honey, it’s okay. Promise. Go.” I told him.

He growled, then stalked over to me, planted one fist in the back of the couch, and whispered, “We are going to continue what we started soon as I get fucking back. Okay?”

I nodded, and then I lifted my head and pressed my lips to his.

Then I watched as he walked out the door after Trigger apologized.

Three hours later, due to a gentle sway, I opened my eyes and then looked up into Asher’s face.

He looked down at me and winked, “Glad you got a nap. ‘Cause you're going to need it tonight.”

I smiled, finally. Freaking finally.

The moment we reached his bedroom, he sat me down on my feet, keeping hold of me to ensure I was steady on my feet, then stepped to the door, closed it, and flipped the lock.

Only then did he turn back to me and said, “If you're too tired, that’s fine. But Doll Baby, you want me, you fucking have me, all you have to do is say the word.”

I winked, “Word.”

He took in a deep breath, then moved.

And he moved by walking to me, wrapped his hands around my face, and pulled my head up for a deep, scorching kiss.

Hands moved then.

Tongues danced.

Before I knew it, he had my property patch off, and I had his kutte off, my shirt was thrown somewhere, his too.

With the feel of his chest against mine, I wanted to purr like a contented kitten.

As he kissed along the column of my neck, his hands moved to my ass, he lifted me, then walked to his bed.

Carefully, ever so carefully, he laid me down.

As his mouth and tongue did wonders, he deftly unclasped my bra, and then, well, I couldn’t tell you where I ended, and he began.

My body was on fire as he worked my nipples into his mouth, the way his roughened, calloused fingers skimmed along my skin.

My pants were off, followed by my panties, and then I laid there, bared completely, while he took his feel.

I rose on my elbows and watched as he unsnapped his jeans, lowered them, and then removed his boxers, and for the first time in my entire life, I saw what a cock looked like.

I had thoughts, of course, of will it fit, it’s going to break me in two, oh my word, but all those thoughts vanished when he crawled up the bed.

Then he tagged my left hand and pressed a kiss to the ring he had placed on my finger, then he whispered, “Dreamt of making love to you while this was the only thing you wore. Thank you for saying yes to me.”

I smiled and whispered, “You're welcome.”

My hands moved of their own accord to touch him, and my fingers trailed over his chest, and then down, until he grabbed them and whispered, “Doll baby, it’s been five fucking years since I’ve had my dick inside another woman. Six years since my dick has seen any action other than my hand. So, I need you to be patient with me, alright?”

My breath caught. I knew Stella told me that, but hearing it from his lips, I had to clarify one thing, “Asher, you’re a biker. I thought y’all just took it and then apologized for it later?”

He winked, “Sometimes. But Doll baby, I don’t apologize to a single fucking soul. But one. You.”

My breath hitched.

Because I knew that wasn’t a lie.

Asher didn’t lie to me.

It didn’t matter how much it hurt to hear the truth. But if there was one thing I knew about Asher with absolute certainty, it was that he didn’t lie to me.

I lifted my head and pressed a kiss to his throat, and as my lips skinned the column of his neck, I whispered, “Thank you.”

When I lowered my head, fire, passion, need, and want, blazed in those hazel eyes of his. Eyes that I wanted to melt into.

“Dad.”

We both froze.

Not once did he move his eyes from me when he called out, “Yeah?”

“Can you tell Chloe that while I adore and love her, she better make you wear a condom? I’ve accepted this. I’ve pushed for this. I want you both to be happy. I do. But let me enjoy being a single child for a little bit longer. Mmkay?”

Asher’s eyes twinkled, then he winked at me and said two words, “Too late.”

Her gasp of indignation had both of us chuckling, “Seriously?”

Asher chuckled as he lowered his body further down the bed, pressed a kiss on my stomach, and called out, “Love you, princess. But go the fuck away.”

His lips were skimming a path, lower, lower, and then I heard, “Okay. I’m going.”

I giggled.

Then we both heard, “You were joking. Right?”

I almost forgot to answer her because his lips were now in an area that was on fire, his tongue twirled deliciously over my clit, and then I gasped and remembered she was still there, and she didn’t need to hear me screaming her dad’s name, I called out, “He’s joking, Stella. But if you don’t get out of this house right now, I will bleach your hair the next time you fall asleep next to me.”

“Ekk. I’m out.” And with that, we heard his front door slam.

As the door slammed, he hit a certain spot inside of me with his fingers, and the only thing I could do was moan out his name, “Asher.”

He stopped what he was doing for a split second and whispered, “Love that.”

Then he was back at it, his fingers and his tongue working a rhythm, and then, like falling off a precipice, I saw stars, lightning, and all the colors of the rainbow as I climaxed.

In a split second, Asher was on top of me, kissing me. And I didn’t think I would like it, but I didn’t mind the taste of me.

It was naughty, euphoric, and oh-so-good.

Then suddenly, he pulled his lips back from mine and whispered, “I could feast on your pussy for the rest of my life and never need to eat another meal for as long as I lived.”

I smiled, then I felt his cock at my entrance, “I will put a condom on if you want me to, but Doll Baby, please don’t ask me to do that.”

I shook my head, “I’m on birth control. Have been since I made a decision that I wanted to be yours, and I wanted you to be mine.”

Then he whispered, “Thank fuck.”

I felt pressure, but nothing too painful, as he slowly started working his cock inside of me.

His muscles were flexing, his veins were popping, and then I watched as he gritted his teeth, froze, and then moaned, “Fuck yes.”

At his moan, I felt something come over me, a want and a need so great, and it was a miracle I didn’t combust there on the spot. Therefore, I whispered, “Asher, please, hurry.”

His eyes stayed locked with mine as he nodded, pulled out, and then pushed back in, and as he did so, he whispered, “Keep those gorgeous eyes open, Doll Baby.”

I nodded.

And then... he pulled out one more time and then said, “Take a deep breath.”

I did so, and then he said, “Let it out.”

And as I exhaled, he pushed all the way in.

And then he froze.

I watched as his eyes rolled back in his head for a brief second, then they were back staring into mine as he whispered, “Okay?”

I nodded, “Okay.”

He grinned, then he pulled out and pushed back in, slow, delicious.

He lifted one of my legs, wrapped it around his shoulder, pulled out, and then drove back in.

He hit a spot inside of me that caused my back to bow off the bed.

“Fuck. Dreamed of this. Imagined this. But nothing. Fucking nothing could ever prepare me for the actual feel of this.”

I breathed heavily, whispering, “Is that good?”

He winked, “So good that I may never leave your pussy.”

And then, he thrust back in so hard, I moaned, “Again. Just like that.”

To which he did. Over. And over. And over.

And then I felt my spine start to tingle, my body heated, his hand moved from the top of my thigh to my clit, and with one brush of it, I had to fight to keep my eyes open.

Another roll of his finger over my clit, and he whispered, “Give it to me, Chloe. Fuck. Please. I can’t hold off any longer.”

At his words, I came. And when I did, he pulled out, then slammed back in, and he, too, came.

Our breaths were mingled together, his lips were coming down to mine, and my head was lifting to meet his.

He rolled to his side, still keeping his cock buried inside of me, one of his arms went under my head, and his heavy leg was thrown over mine.

And that was how I fell asleep moments later.

His weight was on top of me, his cock still buried inside of me.

And I had the best sleep of my life.

There were so many moments I treasured with Asher.

But none of them, freaking none of them, compared to waking up in his arms, his beard skimming my bare shoulder while he whispered, “Good Morning, Doll baby.”