Chapter 5
LILY
Ican handle what happened last night in one of two ways. Freak the hell out, or pretend it didn’t happen.
While there is a little freaking going on inside my head, my composure doesn’t show it.
Not when Asher strolls into the kitchen the next morning wearing nothing but those damn grey sweatpants again.
Not when he saunters over to the dining table to join me with a bowl of cereal.
And not when he pointedly stares at me as he eats, sitting directly across from me.
“You have to see your parole officer this morning, right?” I ask him, sipping my coffee, not breaking eye contact with him.
“Yes. And then I need to see if I can sneak into my mum’s garage and get my motorbike.” Asher frowns, his heated stare falling away as his thoughts shift to his situation. “Hopefully, I don’t get caught, otherwise, you’ll be visiting me in prison again.”
My heart aches for him. The piece of shit, Monty, who made sure he went to prison also has a restraining order out on him, which means Asher can’t even visit his own mother.
“You don’t need to go to your mum’s to get your motorbike. It’s down at Hedgwick Auto Repairs. Steve, the owner, has been fixing it for you.”
Asher’s dark brows shoot up, his spoon hovering near his mouth, droplets of milk splashing back down into his bowl.
“Why is it at the repair shop?”
Placing my coffee cup down, I regard him for a moment.
I could lie and sugarcoat the situation to save his feelings, but he’s not a boy anymore. He deserves the truth.
“Monty took a bat to it and left it in the street. I had Steve pick it up, and he’s been working on it in his free time to get it back into shape for you.”
“What?!” There is so much venom in his tone that I forget this man in front of me was ever a child. “When did this happen?”
“The day Monty got released from the hospital.” I shrug and he glares at me.
“And you didn’t think to tell me when you came to visit?”
“What good would that have done?” I ask, glaring back. “You couldn’t do anything about it at the time, and I could. So now, your motorbike is in better working order than it was before Monty took a bat to it.”
Asher frowns and shakes his head. “I’ll fucking kill him.”
I smirk. “Shall I call a lawyer and have them on standby for when the cops come to take you in?”
A small smirk tugs at his lips, and he finally breaks eye contact with me, looking down into his bowl of cereal as he shakes his head. “No. I’m not getting locked up again.” His dark gaze lifts to meet mine. “After all. You and I have unfinished business.”
Oh, Jesus. He actually went there.
If I thought Asher was going to make this easy for me, I was delusional. I can see it in his determined expression.
“Actually,” I say, needing to clear my throat as I stand from the table with my mug. “All of our business is well and truly finished.”
Avoiding his gaze, I move to the sink, quickly turning on the tap as I start to wash out my mug, hoping to drown out any protest Asher may have.
What I don’t expect is to feel the heat of his body pressing against my back, and his warm breath fluttering over my ear.
“Actually, Lily.” His breath is hot against my skin. “Our business has only just begun.” He nips at my lobe then, his hands pressing to the counter on each side of me, caging me in from behind.
“Stop,” I whisper, unable to hide how he affects me.
“I don’t think you really mean that,” he rasps, pressing his nose to my neck and gliding it up, his thick British accent so fucking sexy that my knees nearly give way.
“I do,” I whisper again, trying to sound sure, but all it does is make him chuckle.
“Your body is saying the opposite, Lil. Look how your nipples are straining against your blouse.”
My heart flips as I risk a glance down to see how my body is deceiving me.
Fucking horny bitch.
“Asher—”
“Fuck, yes. Say it again. I love how your Aussie accent comes out when you say my name.”
A whimper escapes me from the combination of his words and the press of his hard cock nestling against the valley of my arse.
“We can’t do this.” I force the words out, even though I don’t really want to say them. I never imagined I’d find myself in this position, craving someone so young.
“Yes, we can.” The graze of his teeth on my lobe has a shiver of pleasure rippling up my spine, and I arch into him, even though I know I shouldn’t. “You just have to let it happen, Lily.”
I shake my head. “No.” My voice is loud and stern this time, and I push back from the bench to dislodge his entrapment.
Quickly stepping away to put space between us, I turn to face him, noting the flicker of disappointment that flashes across his face before he manages to hide it.
“What happened last night should never have happened,” I say, trying to sound firm, yet don’t know if I succeed. “And it won’t happen again. Now get dressed so we can leave. I have a full day of clients.”
Asher stares at me for a few beats, his dark gaze studying my face. He must see the resolve in my expression, because a moment later his shoulders drop a little and he sighs.
“I’ll need a few extra minutes to get rid of this first.” He gestures down and, like an idiot, I look to see the tip of his cock playing peekaboo out the top of his pants again.
How does that even happen? Did he rearrange himself at some point? I mean, he did have it pressed between my arse cheeks only moments ago, so I guess he must have.
“Make it quick.” I clear my throat, turning my back to him.
I don’t want to watch him.
I don’t want to watch him.
I don’t want to watch him.
But I do. I loved watching him fist his dick last night. I loved how his muscles rippled and coiled tight as he built his pleasure. And I especially loved watching him lick and suck on my knickers like they were a delectable dessert.
There’s something seriously wrong with me.
What he did with my knickers was… extremely dirty. Filthy. Yet I’ve never been so turned on in all my life.
Just thinking about it again has damp heat pooling between my thighs.
Why couldn’t Alexander have been like this?
He was a missionary man, through and through.
Hell, he only buried his head between my thighs probably once a year, and even then, it was brief.
He never stayed there to finish the job.
I always thought I must taste horrible or something, but the way Asher sucked my juices from the fabric last night… well, he clearly didn’t hate it.
Right?
I’m thankful when Asher finally leaves the room to get ready without a protest, and I dash into my bathroom, slipping my hand into my saturated knickers to mash another orgasm out of me. The fourth this morning.
Christ, I’m acting like a horny teenager.
After I pull myself together and wait for Asher, I check my phone to see a message has come through from my cousin Barrett.
It’s an eight-digit number, nothing else.
It’s a password I have to use to log in to a secure site to get the details about another oxygen thief that needs to be delivered to Hell.
Just seeing the digits sends a thrill of excitement through me. It’s a similar thrill Asher brought out in me, minus the horniness. Although, if I’m being honest with myself, I’m always in need of a release after I let loose on my side hustle.
Note to self… Stay away from Asher after I work.
Soon enough, I’m back in the kitchen and Asher is strolling into the room again, this time fully dressed and… shit. I grimace.
He’s wearing my sons’ clothes. I’d recognise the designer brands they had shipped from the US anywhere.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, clearly picking up on my discomfort.
I turn abruptly, stalking to my bag and taking out a bundle of cash I have stashed.
“Here.” I turn back to him, holding out the money. “I know you don’t want charity, but you need to take this money and buy yourself a new wardrobe.”
A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Why?”
“I can’t see you in their clothes.” I shake my head as my eyes roam over him.
Not only do his newly sculpted muscles look like they are going to bust the seams of Jude’s t-shirt, but Ronan’s pants are too short for him. Hell, even if they did fit right, I still can’t handle seeing him wear their clothes after what we did last night.
“Does it creep you out knowing that the cock you drank cum from is squeezed into your son’s jeans?”
“Fucking hell, Asher. Yes, it does!” I snap, throwing up my hand, and he chuckles, reaching out and taking the cash from my grip.
“Fine, but I’ll be paying you back.”
“I don’t want your money,” I deadpan, and his smirk grows wider.
“Fine. I’ll pay you back in orgasms, then.”
My mouth drops open and I shake my head. “Seriously, Asher. This has to stop.”
“What has to stop?” He walks past me, heading for the door, and I snatch up my bag and follow.
“Don’t play dumb with me. You know what I’m talking about.”
“I’m not sure I do.” His tone is laced with humour, and the urge to slap him is almost too overwhelming. I hold back, though, because I know it will only fuel the raging beast inside me.
“Stop flirting with me,” I snap, shutting and locking the front door before heading to my car.
“Stop walking around with no shirt on in front of me.” I unlock the car.
“Stop letting your dick poke out to say hi.” I reach the driver’s side door and meet his amused expression over the top of my car. “And stop…”
His brows shoot up. “Stop what?”
“Stop…” I wave my hand in the air. “Stop being you.”
I’m making no sense. I’m aware of that, yet I still say the words and ignore his stupid grin as I get into my car.
Asher climbs in a moment later, and I can feel his eyes on me as he fits his seatbelt.
“You seem a little on edge today, Lily. Maybe we should talk about last night.”
I start up the car, not daring to look at him, knowing I’m likely to melt at the sight of his dark eyes and the way they seem to flare to life when he looks at me.