Chapter 23 #2
Quickly moving to shut the bathroom door, I suppress my squeal when I see him lunge for it, and I manage to get it closed and locked just in time.
“You don’t play fair… Mummy.”
My mouth drops open in exasperation at hearing him call me that again, and I desperately want to haul the door open and tell him what for, but my brain kicks in, reminding me that’s most likely what he wants.
So, I turn the tables.
“That’s right, little boy. I don’t.”
“Wha—” he whisper-yells. “Uh-uh. No fucking way are you calling me little boy.”
“What’s wrong? Not sexy enough for you?” I giggle, and he curses under his breath.
A faint thump on the door sounds like it’s his forehead, and I can imagine him glaring daggers at the panel of wood separating us.
“Touché, Ms Bennett.” He chuckles quietly, and I back away from the door, feeling victorious.
That should stop him from calling me Mummy again.
Taking a quick shower, I rush through getting ready, finding my bedroom empty when I return. The door is still locked, so I go to the window and find it unlocked.
Shit, Asher… I lock the window he obviously escaped through again, and I look out across the street at the Sullivan house, wondering if they noticed a young, tattooed man climbing in and out of my window.
I bloody hope not.
When I go out to the living area, I find Asher already washed, dressed, wearing a shirt this time, sitting at the kitchen counter scrolling on his phone.
His whisky gaze meets mine, and before I can say anything, he gestures his head towards the staircase.
“Twins have just risen.”
Biting back my flirty smile, I give him a nod and notice him doing the same.
Jesus, we are going to struggle to hide this. I can just feel it.
Getting started on breakfast, I whip up some pancakes, and the smell has the twins downstairs in no time, lumbering up to sit on either side of Asher at the counter.
“Mmm, Mummy,” Jude hums. “That smells delicious.”
I can’t help it. At Jude’s words, my brows shoot high, but he doesn’t notice as he scrubs his hand over his sleepy eyes.
My gaze darts to Asher, who casually rests back on the barstool, a smirk tugging at his lips before he mouths, ‘Mummy.’
Shit.
I spin, giving the boys my back as I try to re-focus on what I’m cooking, and they start chatting about a themed uni party coming up, allowing me a reprieve from Asher and his wicked taunting.
It’s easy to forget about the hit on me and my deadly side hustle when I’m at home with my boys. I don’t even have to be talking to them to enjoy just hearing their voices in the house and glancing up to see their now manly features as they fill the space with their presence.
It’s because of them that I could bear staying with Alexander for so many years. I didn’t need anything more but them. They were my whole world. Even Asher was.
Now, though, things have changed. The twins are older now and spreading their wings, so my nest has been empty… until Asher came back.
I don’t think I ever want him to leave.
I spend the day doing mundane chores, the boys pitching in at times, and other times getting caught up in their gaming or making reels that usually end up in fits of laughter.
Asher doesn’t join in with that part though, never one to put himself out there like that, but his amusement is written all over his face as he enjoys the time with his mates.
It’s a little after lunch when I notice a message on my phone. With the boys preoccupied, I open it to see it’s from Asher.
ASHER: I can still taste you on my lips from last night. It’s driving my cock crazy!
My face heats as I read over it, and glance up to see if he’s looking at me. He isn’t, so I respond, even though I know I’m playing with fire.
LILY: I can still feel your dick buried deep inside me. I’ve been wet all day.
After I hit send, my cheeks flare hotter from anticipation, but also fear.
What if one of the twins spots the message?
I see the moment Asher reads it, his eyes darting up to meet mine across the room with a flare of heat in them.
Worried, I glance at the twins, but they are too consumed with what they are doing to notice, so I return my focus on Asher as I pretend to wipe down the kitchen bench.
My phone lights up with a new message.
ASHER: Fuck, Mummy. I want to lick every drop from your dripping cunt.
LILY: Call me Mummy again, and you’ll never get to taste me. EVER AGAIN!
I smirk as I hit send, and Asher rubs his hand over his mouth as he struggles to hide his smile.
ASHER: Okay, Angel. I hear you loud and clear. BUT it doesn’t change the fact that I’m desperate to feel your thighs wrapped around my head.
“Who the fuck are you talking to?” Ronan’s voice is like a bucket of ice water, and my eyes dart to him, wondering if he’s talking to me.
He isn’t, though. He’s talking to Asher.
Asher doesn’t miss a beat, shrugging nonchalantly, tapping a few things on his screen before pocketing his phone.
“Just flirting on Tinder.”
“Didn’t think Tinder was your jam? Didn’t you say you’re looking for something more meaningful now?” Jude asks, and Asher shrugs.
“I was bored. It’s okay for shits and giggles.”
A wave of jealousy washes over me, and I have to check myself.
He’s not actually talking to someone on Tinder. It’s his cover story, but damn, just the thought of it sends a spike of fury through my veins.
The Crimson Angel is lurking just below the surface now, frothing to get free.
“Shite, yeah it is,” Ronan agrees. “Some of the lassies on there are desperate as fuck. They’d do anything for some attention.”
“You wouldn’t dare mistreat a woman, would you, Ronnie?” I hiss, and his shoulders shrink in on himself.
“No way, Mum. You know I’d never do that.”
I narrow my eyes at him and the way he’s batting his lashes, as if that would convince me.
Lying little shit.
“You’re not too old for me to whoop your arse, Ronan. You’d better treat women with respect.” I point sternly at him, all three sets of eyes on me.
I make the mistake of glancing at Asher, and he mouths, ‘You can whoop my arse.’
I spin away before my face reacts, giving the boys my back.
Asher is going to pay for that.
“Don’t worry, Mum. I’ll make sure Ronnie treats women right,” Jude says, and I hear Ronan whisper, “Mummy’s boy.”
I pretend to be busy in the kitchen, and the boys return their focus to Ronan’s phone. After a few minutes, I dash out of the living area and into the powder room just in the passage near the laundry.
Sighing to myself, I sit on the toilet and start to pee, feeling exhausted from the combination of broken sleep and having to hide my reactions to Asher all the damn time.
I’ve nearly finished relieving myself when the door swings open, and a yell of disapproval is on the tip of my tongue, ready to tell whichever twin it is that the room is occupied, when Asher’s heated gaze locks with mine.
“What are you doing?” I whisper-hiss, and all he does is grin, closing the door behind him with a click.
I start grabbing at the toilet paper, needing to get off the toilet fast, but Asher stills my hand, and I glance up in confusion.
I wait for him to speak, but all he does is shake his head and tugs me up to stand. Then he drops to his knees, one hand lifting my leg, causing me to nearly fall, and I have to brace myself on the wall.
“What?” I ask, not getting another word out before he buries his head between my thighs. “Stop,” I hiss. “I haven’t wiped.”
But he doesn’t stop. In fact, he moans and lashes his tongue through my folds with hunger.
Oh, fuck. The way his tongue is moving, it’s like he’s… cleaning me.
My God is he into this as well?
“Asher,” I whisper, needing to know, and he pulls back, licking his lips to look up at me. “Are you into…” I need to clear my throat before I continue. “Pee play?”
His smirk is absolutely sinful.
“I am now.” He grins. “Did you finish?”
“What? No. Yes. What?”
Asher chuckles at my indecisiveness.
“Piss in my mouth, Lily.” He goes to press his mouth to me again, and I push against his forehead.
“No. I can’t.” My eyes widen. “You need to leave. We can’t keep doing stuff like this with the twins around.”
“No, not yet.” He shakes his head in defiance. “I want to make you come first.”
My brows hitch. “How is having me piss in your mouth going to make me come?”
He frowns, considering my words, and then shrugs. “You got slick when you realised I was cleaning you with my tongue. So let’s see what happens.” He tries to dive for my pussy again, and I struggle harder to hold him at bay.
“Oh my God, Asher,” I whisper-yell. “We don’t have time. The twins will notice us missing.”
That only makes his smirk grow.
“Challenge accepted, Angel.”
“I’m not pissing in your mouth,” I snarl, and he nods.
“Fine. But I’m not leaving this room until I’ve made you come. The longer you fight me, the longer we’ll be missing.”
My mouth drops open in exasperation, and Asher changes tactics, pressing two digits to my entrance before sinking them in.
I give in. Shit. I give in like I always do.
If there’s one thing I’m quickly learning, it’s that Asher likes to worship me. And hell, I like it when he worships me. So I brace a hand on each wall for support, tipping my head back as his fingers start working me from the inside, while his tongue works me from the outside.
His technique is spot on. He’s picked up what sends me into the abyss in the short time we’ve been coming together, and I swear it’s record-breaking how quickly my orgasm slams into me.
I clamp my lips together, trying to hold in the cries that want to escape, and Asher laps at me, drinking down each drop of my release like a man starved.
I’m still panting when he leaps up, his teeth flashing in a smile before he claims my lips.
I taste myself on him, and I go to reach for his pants, desperate to feel his hard length in my grip, but he pulls back, biting his lower lip as he shakes his head and slips out of the room, leaving me alone, and breathless.