Chapter 2 #2
He turned me from a street brawler into a lethal weapon, something that also helped to keep fuckers away from me inside. Poe knew my story, though, and understood why I was happy to let him train me.
Christopher fucking Montgomery, otherwise known as Monty, is exactly why. Picturing his face fuelled me. The idea of removing him from my mum’s life once and for all is what helped me to stay focused so I could get out and make sure he pays.
I asked Poe once why he was watching my back, and all he did was shrug and tell me someone thought I was worth protecting… and that’s it. That’s all I fucking got.
Not that it matters now.
I’m out now. I don’t plan on going back.
Shoving my time at Wands aside, my thoughts turn to the fiery-haired woman who is apparently letting me move into her house. Daydreaming about Lily isn’t unusual for me to do on a daily basis. My mates’ hot mum invades my thoughts often.
Hell, thoughts of her got me through my time in the slammer. She even came to visit me a few times during my stay, especially in the beginning, just like she said she would.
I don’t think she told the twins about her visits. She just showed up, reminding me that there were still a couple of people on this fucking Earth that thought about me.
The closer we get to Hedgwick, the more anxious I start to feel. I’m itching to see Lily. Itching to take a shower without other dudes checking me out. And itching to finally sleep in a comfortable bed and not be anxious about getting shivved in my sleep by crooked guards.
Hedgwick is a small town just north of London. It’s a pretty fucking boring place. Not too big, or overly populated. But even if you don’t know someone in this town, you can guarantee they know someone you know, which makes it hard to have secrets. And everyone is fucking nosey.
When we finally pull into the driveway of the Tudor Revival style home my best mates grew up in, Jude honks the horn before shutting off the engine, and we unfold ourselves from the car.
I take a long stretch, inhaling the afternoon spring air, before I hear her voice. The voice of an angel.
“Asher.”
Fuuuuck, I love her Aussie accent. Even though she’s lived in England for nearly twenty years, you can still hear hints of it when she speaks. Especially if you know to listen for it. I can always hear it when she says my name, though. It sounds more like Ashu.
Fucking adorable.
I turn to see her silky copper hair kicking up in the breeze as she beelines for me, and I can’t fucking hide my grin.
I’m totally chuffed to see her. She’s a fucking stunner.
“It’s so good to see you.” She smiles, her brilliant blue eyes warm with care as she opens her arms and pulls me in for a hug.
I fucking melt… right against her tits.
I hug her right back, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent as she gives me a hug that only comes from a loving mother.
I both love it and hate it.
I love being hugged this way. It makes me feel important and cared for, but it also reminds me that she still thinks of me as a kid. Her twin sons’ best mate, and nothing more.
It doesn’t matter that I’m a little taller than her now, my six one height making me feel powerful over her shorter five ten. But that’s not much of a difference. She only has to look up at me a little to meet my eyes.
It is fucking perfect for hugging though, and as I draw in the scent from the delicate skin of her neck, I fight the urge to press my lips there.
Not yet. Now isn’t the right time.
“Jeez, Mum, you don’t even hug us like that anymore,” Ronnie whines, and Lily loosens her grip, slowly stepping back to roll her eyes at her son.
“You haven’t let me hug you in years, Ronan. But if you’re that needy, Mummy can give you a big hug now.”
Ronnie squeaks like a chick before running off, and Lily grins, giggling to herself.
“I’ll take that hug.” Jude grins, drawing Lily’s attention, and she smiles warmly at him before embracing her son.
I stand awkwardly, wishing I could have her arms wrapped around me again, and once they are done, I’m relieved that we head inside the house.
I want to stay and talk with Lily, but the twins drag me upstairs to the second floor and show me my new bedroom.
It looks the same as it did last time I was in it, just without Ronnie’s trophies and knickknacks everywhere. They left the posters up of the naked chicks, though.
How kind.
The twins show me where everything is, like I didn’t practically grow up in their house and already know everything, but I keep those thoughts to myself because I’m not going to be a fucking prick to them about it.
They don’t have to let me stay here, but they are.
For that, I’m fucking grateful.
They also show me the clothes they have left for me, of which I am thankful for since I only have the clothes on my back right now.
I’m bulkier than them, though, so I have no doubt their clothes will be snug. I need to get a job to start getting my own things. Start paying my own way.
It’s not long before the twins head back to campus and leave me alone in the house with their mum, my cock instantly going hard just thinking about that fact.
Not wanting to embarrass myself, I head to the twins’ shower to fix my sudden need, wrapping my hand around my cock to get my first release in months that is one hundred percent private.
I picture Lily, just like I do every time, but this time, the memory of her sweet scent lingers in my nose, making it feel like she’s here with me.
Almost.
When I’m done, I wash the stink of prison from my skin, scrubbing it raw so that the next time Lily has her arms around me, I’ll smell more like me. More like a man.
That thought has my mind racing with ways to ensure Lily sees the man I am now, and not the kid she helped raise.
Grinning, I make a decision on how to approach this. I need to show her right fucking now, exactly how I feel.
She has no idea that I’ve been crushing over her for years, but fuck, I’m determined to make her aware, so the next time we hug and I feel her tits pressed against my chest, it’ll be nowhere close to a fucking mum hug… ever fucking again.