Chapter 17
Chloe
My head was thrown back, laughing.
Asher’s face had been priceless.
See, he hates tomatoes. Loathes them, to be exact.
Sometimes, he even gets green in the face if he sees anyone pick a tomato slice up and eat it.
I found a book at a bookstore yesterday.
I was one of those home remedy books.
And I had found something out.
And I had just relayed this to Asher.
He shook his head, “You mean to tell me that someone recommended ketchup as a medicine?”
I giggled, then nodded, “Yeah, apparently, in the 1830’s a doctor sold tomato pills to treat things like jaundice and diarrhea.”
Asher got green again, then shook his head, “I would’ve suffered with it.”
I was still laughing when a thought suddenly occurred to me.
And I grinned.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
After our first time, I was a little embarrassed to see the spots of blood on his sheets, but he just laughed and smiled.
I took my first shower with someone else, and I adored it even more than it was Asher.
And he was right, the dang man.
I hadn’t been back to my apartment except to grab clothes.
Every night, I ended my day in his bed.
He’s been so gentle with me every time we make love. But while I adore it, I could tell that he was holding back.
And that crap stopped here and now.
Maybe I was biting off more than I could chew, but I knew that Asher wouldn’t ever hurt me.
That was why, in the middle of the party, I ran up to our room and pulled a pair of barely their black denim ripped shorts up my legs.
Stepped to the mirror and did a bend and snap test.
Perfect.
I couldn’t wait.
And I knew that I wouldn’t have to wait long.
Asher
My woman disappeared.
Where the fuck did she go?
My eyes scanned the clubhouse, looking for that head of hair I loved waking up to having tossed all around me.
The euphoric feel of it as it moved across my chest.
But that feeling of euphoria dissipated when I saw her coming down the stairs and took in what she had put on.
I stormed over to her and growled, “No. I don’t fucking think so. Change out of those fucking shorts.”
She lifted her brow and then planted her hands on her hips.
I crowded into her, then lowered my voice, “You have one of two choices. One, I put a bullet in anyone who thinks it’s okay to check out your ass. Two, you go upstairs and change, and I’m not facing consecutive life sentences for second-degree murder.”
She tilted her head to the side, “Is there a third option?”
I nodded, “Yeah. I throw you over my shoulder, carry your ass upstairs, rip those shorts off your body, and then fuck you senseless. So senseless you won’t be able to walk.”
Her eyes glinted with a challenge, fuck, but I loved this woman, and I knew it even more so when she asked, “And you won’t do that here?”
“Your body is mine. You are mine. And like fuck am I going to risk anyone seeing what’s mine.” I growled.
I watched as her fiery temper made itself known as she placed her hand on her hips and whispered, “I’m sorry, but what?”
I pulled her closer to my body and asked, “Are you mine?”
She narrowed her eyes but nodded.
“Am I yours?” I smiled.
She scowled, then said, “Yes, you most definitely are.”
I shrugged, then, “Then... what’s the problem?”
She narrowed her eyes at me, “The problem is that you’ve been holding back from me. I’m not going to break. Give me all of you, Asher.”
I nodded, “Okay, you want it, you got it.” And with that, I bent at the waist, tossed her over my shoulder, and stormed to the closest room so we wouldn’t be bothered.
I had the door to the room we held church in slammed closed with my boot, and then I was dropping her to her feet.
I unsnapped her shorts and then lowered them down her legs, and made a mental note to burn the fuckers.
Then, I spun her around, pressed my hand to her back, then I kicked her legs apart.
“Grab the table, and hold the fuck on,” I said as I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my jeans, the zipper, then I was freeing my cock.
I stepped between her splayed legs, lined my cock up, and then slammed it inside of her.
And since she wanted all of me, she was going to get all of me.
The sounds of our fucking filled the room, but when I hit a spot so deep inside of her, I watched as her back bowed, and then she shouted, “Asher. Fuck. Yes.”
I did it.
Or rather, my cock did it.
But I made my woman curse.
I kept pounding into her, hitting that same spot, and it wasn’t long before I felt the walls of her glorious pussy clamp around my cock, and like the sucker, I was where this woman was concerned, I was following her.
After we both caught our breath, I asked, “You want a cup of hot cocoa?”
She grinned.
We got dressed, and then I tagged her hand and said, “Shorts are getting burned.”
As I opened the door to church, she chuckled.
Hoots and catcalls followed us to the kitchen, and while Chloe blushed, she didn’t seem embarrassed.
The moment we made it to the kitchen, I helped her up and sat her on the counter.
Then I got my woman a hot cocoa. And I poured some of those mini marshmallows on top.
After she took a few sips, she said randomly, “Just so you know, I want a big wedding.”
If I knew anything like I knew the back of my hand, it was that I knew my woman, which was why I already had things in the works.
I moved in, wrapped my hand around the side of her neck, then pressed my lips to hers.
I pulled away to see her eyes still closed, and then slowly she opened them, and when she did, I whispered against her lips, “I love you, Doll Baby. Love you until the stars fall from the sky.”
She whispered back, “I will love you ‘til the world turns to ash.”