CHAPTER 47
Asher
I t’s just after four in the morning when I come in through my front door as quietly as I can. Olivia will absolutely be sleeping, and I don’t want to wake her, but Duke is already wise to my arrival and is at the door waiting for me when I open it. I drop to my knees as he whimpers into me.
“Such a good boy, ain’t ya? Watching the fort for me?”
He gruffs against my leg; it’s the longest I’ve ever been away from him, so I know he’s been wondering where the hell I’ve been. I’m so fucking glad Liv was able to be here. I would’ve hated to board him.
He doesn’t let up, mewling into my chest, giving me the best dog hug he can.
“Where’s Mama?” I ask him in a whisper as I set my gear down at the door.
I’ll fuckin’ deal with it tomorrow. All I want to do now is have a hot steaming shower and crawl into bed.
My arms ache to hold Olivia and, as I look around, I’m shocked at how much she’s managed to ingrain herself into my fucking soul.
Lavender from the side garden sits on the counter in a big vase and freshly baked cupcakes are covered just beside them.
Olivia and our baby have taken these four walls and a roof and made this house a home.
I round the corner, walk down the hall, and peer into my bedroom.
My heart hammers in my throat at the sight of her sleeping so peacefully.
One panty-clad hip peeks out of the blankets parked on a pillow she’s cradling, and my eyes quickly roam over her as I take in all the tiny details I’ve missed over the last two weeks.
The way her soft copper hair curls around her, how her full lips pop open as she breathes softly.
My gaze tracks the fleshy curve of her hip, her perfect ass on display, and goddamn if I’m not almost salivating for her.
The sight has me dreaming of waking her up with my face between her soft thighs and envisaging how pretty she’d look riding my cock until she came all over it.
I adjust myself in my pants, rock-fucking-solid as I head for the shower, realizing it’s the only thing keeping me from crawling in beside her and doing just that.
As I take off all my clothes and step into the steaming space, I wonder what she’s dreaming about. Because I hope it’s me. I hope it’s always me.
It takes me a good twenty minutes and a few passes with the shampoo and soap before the bottom of the tub is clean again and my skin has returned to its normal tone.
The adrenaline races through my veins as I imagine my hands roaming Olivia’s every curve, taking her fast and hard at first, and then slower so I can worship her the way she deserves.
“Fuck.” I grip my cock, ready to shut off the water and go make all these visions reality, when I hear the door open and turn to find Olivia standing in the middle of the bathroom in her underwear.
Her hair is wild as her chest rises and falls; her eyes are glassy from sleep but focused solely on me.
Her nipples are hardened to points under her white tank top, begging for my lips, my teeth.
The bottom of her shirt sits just at her belly button, and the sight of the slightest bump below it al most takes me out at the fucking knees.
My baby.
She doesn’t even take off her clothes when I open the glass shower door. She just closes the space between us until she’s in my arms and my mouth slams down on hers, kissing her like she’s the breath I need to fill my lungs. And fuck, in this moment, she is.
Olivia
The absence of Duke on top of the comforter at my feet when I roll over wakes me from a deep dream, one where Asher’s hands were on me.
Touching as his lips tasted me, driving his solid cock in and out of me as my back arched and I moaned his name.
As happens almost every night, I wake up positively soaked between my thighs, about to explode from the ache.
I’m just about to reach for my vibrator when I hear it.
Water running. I freeze, listening to make sure I’m not imagining the sound.
And it’s now that I realize I smell smoke. Not smoke like the house is on fire, but a deep campfire-like scent, and I know instantly he’s home.
I don’t even think or question myself as I race up the stairs as fast as my legs will carry me, pushing the bathroom door open to find Asher in the shower, his hand on his cock, his hard body even harder, even more defined, than when I last saw him.
The veins in his arms and hands are more prominent after three weeks of grueling labor, though he’s no longer dirty from the road.
He’s clean, and all that is left is this incredibly stunning man, scars, ink, and all.
There’s no darkness in front of me. It might as well have washed down the shower drain with all the dirt and soot that I’m certain was covering him when he got home. Asher is fuck ing incredible—my brave hero, my broody man of few words with everyone else but me.
His gray eyes land on me and his mouth morphs into a smile.
I don’t wait one more second. The moment I see his hand on the door to the shower, I’m moving, not even bothering to take off my clothes before I’m in the rushing water with him, the heat and warmth washing over both of us as Asher wraps his strong, powerful arms around my waist and kisses me with so much passion I can barely breathe.
It’s beyond demanding. It’s his lips, tongue, teeth, hurried yet slow, hungry yet calculated. Asher is wild and frenzied as his hands sink into my wet hair and tilt my head for better access. I meet him just as eagerly, just as desperate, and kiss him until I’m breathless.
He drops to his knees and wraps his arms around my waist, lifting my sopping tank top to pepper soft kisses on my belly.
“How’s my little bear?” His deep rasp sounds so damn good as I run my fingers through his hair. “Fuck, you’ve grown since I’ve been gone …”
He’s having a private conversation with our child, and it melts me from my head to my toes. But not as much as when he gives my belly one final kiss and then stares up at me with those molten gray eyes, his pupils blown wide.
“Hey, little mama.”
“Hey,” I whisper back, a sob catching in my throat. And then he’s up and kissing me again. I moan into his mouth as he pulls my wet top from my body before tearing at my panties and tossing them to the shower seat.
“ Fuuuck, ” he groans as his eyes move over my naked flesh.
His lips roam my throat, my collarbone, while I press my body into his.
He moves his mouth down to my breasts as he cups them in his big palms and toys with one nipple between his finger and thumb, sucking the other between his lips and swirling his tongue over it.
My head falls back in release because my nipples have been so sensitive. And, somehow, Asher knew that.
“Ash … fuck,” I whine as he continues, taking his time. “You’re going to make me come just from that. ”
He growls as he moves to the other bud and takes it in his mouth, playing with me, offering me sweet torture as my pussy positively throbs.
“I’m going to take my time with you, Livi girl. I’m going to fucking worship this stunning body.” He rises and tips his head to mine. “But I don’t fucking have it in me right now. I want you too fucking badly to be gentle with you.”
“Yes. Gentle. Later,” I manage as he continues the roll of my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Please, just fuck me.”
I barely have two brain cells to rub together as Asher’s teeth graze the space under my chin, biting gently and throwing little sparks into that fire I chase.
I’m groaning, and the sound echoes off the glass as his lips trail across my jaw.
He slides his hand up to my throat, turning my face to hold his gaze.
His dark, stormy eyes are on mine as that free hand trails between my legs and runs through my soaking pussy.
“Goddamn, kitten. All this fucking mess for me?”
Asher smirks as he backs up slightly, his lip between his teeth as my fingers move to my clit, unable to stop myself. He watches as I take over, the sounds of my fingers sliding through my soaked and aching pussy filling the shower.
“That’s it, fuck.” He watches me, stroking his own leaking cock. “Such a good girl getting yourself good and ready. That tight little pussy is just begging for my thick cock, isn’t it?”
“Oh God, please …” I breathe out as he moves to lift me up, pulling me down into his lap as he sits on the bench seat in his shower. Water rains down on my back as he holds me here, looking up into my eyes.
“I’ve thought of nothing else but you for fifteen days,” I tell him as one finger slips between us, inside me, and my head falls back. My breath is ragged, and my body begs at the sight of him when I open my eyes. His gray eyes are hooded and dark as his huge cock strains to claim me.
I run my hand through his wavy hair, gripping tight as he slowly finger-fucks my pussy, getting me good and ready to take him. I don’t want him to stop, but he removes his finger—leaving me feeling hollow—and I whimper against his lips with the loss.
“Tell me how many times you’ve used that vibrator I know you stuff under my bed on this hot little pussy while I’ve been gone.”
Asher strokes my G-spot perfectly as I rock with him. I’m gonna last about zero seconds with him doing this.
“Every day,” I admit. “Every damn day, Ash.”
He removes his finger gently and smacks my clit in a tight little slap with a tsking sound.
“So impatient, my greedy girl.”
He smacks my clit again and I whimper as he smooths over the pain as a thrill runs through me.
“And what have you thought about, hmm? Making yourself come in my bed, my dirty little slut …”
His words are so brazen. But I want them. I want more. Every part of me is hypersensitive after dreaming of him for days on end.
“You …” I grit out. “Fucking me, filling me … God, I want you to fill me.”