49. Asher
Asher
I’m going to burn the clothes Rae was wearing because I won’t be able to see her in them without thinking about how scared and pissed off I was seeing her tied up by another man. A man that thought he had the right to touch her. That she owed him anything.
I turn her face toward me, taking her lips with my own because I can’t wait another second to touch her.
She moans into my mouth and I carefully move her to lay on the bed while Grayson lets me.
Rae grabs at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head.
I ignore the pinch of pain in my shoulder because I refuse to ruin anything about what’s happening right now.
She reaches into to my pants, pushing them down urgently, and I let her.
She wraps her legs around my waist and digs her nails into my back, her way of silently urging for more and I take her hands in mine, pinning her wrists above her head with one of mine.
Leaning over her, I linger my mouth over hers, just out of reach.
“Rae,” I whisper just between us, needing to tell her how I feel. She told me, and I can’t let her think I don’t feel the same when I do. “I love you.”
She gasps, eyes widening as she arches up toward me, and I press my lips to hers once again at the same time I thrust, my cock being enveloped in her sweet pussy.
“I love you, Asher,” Rae moans against my mouth and I pull back, thrusting forward again even harder, but trying to maintain some control because I don’t want to hurt her.
She moves her hips, trying to meet my mine, and I let go of her hands to reach up and grab a pillow, then shove it under her lower back. With another thrust, she cries out, reaching for me again.
“How are you deeper?”
I chuckle into her neck. “Because I know what your body needs.”
“Yeah, you do,” she admits with another moan when I thrust once again.
I want to give her more than this, but with every movement I find it harder and harder to hold back my release.
I don’t want her to know that, and normally I would toss her into another position to give myself a moment to hold off my orgasm.
But I don’t want to stop. And I don’t want to look away from her for even a second.
I love when her cheeks flush. I love when her mouth drops open with the sweetest sounds. I love how she’s gone outside her box and gotten so much more comfortable with who she is.
I love that she loves me, even with all my unlovable pieces. Even when she shouldn’t have given me a minute of her time, she gave me even more. I’ll never be fully worthy of her, but she’s mine.
Grayson climbs onto the bed, lying down on his stomach near her head, and I’m not even irritated. I love how Rae is with him too, and how she is with both of us together.
“How do you feel, Sunshine?” he asks.
“So good,” she moans.
“I can feel how close you are,” I groan, and she tightens around me. I need her to come, but I may not be able to hold back any longer either. “Fuck, good girl, please come for me.”
Rae hums. “I like you saying please.”
“Don’t get used to it,” I groan, thrusting harder as my release starts to take over.
I kiss Rae while groaning and mumbling over and over that I love her, unable to stop now that I’ve said it once.
I feel like I’m not in control of my body, including my mouth, as I orgasm, pushing my cum deep inside her, claiming her as mine.
I reach between us, rubbing her clit to throw her over the edge, and as I watch her fall apart under me, she cries, “This, I can get used to.”
“Me too.” I kiss her lips, along her jaw, then down her neck as she arches up into me while her body continues to shiver with her release.
“Tell me again,” she pleads.
“I love you, Rae. I loved you yesterday, today, I’ll love you tomorrow and every day for the rest of our lives,” I say softly into her ear, just for us. Even with Grayson here, this moment is just for us.
“I’ll always love you,” she whispers back.
I kiss her deeply once again, then trail my mouth down to her chest, her stomach, until I’m between her legs and kiss her sensitive clit, which has her jolting at the contact.
Grayson takes advantage of having access to her face and kisses her lips.
I move to let him cover her body with his, knowing they need this moment too.
And I want them to have it. Maybe this is what maturing and falling in love is like.
Wanting the best for her, wanting whatever will make her happy.
Even as I watch another man make love to the woman I love, I want her. I want this life.
I finally understand what everyone goes on about with this love shit.
We all fall into Grayson’s bed, the events of everything catching up to us once he makes Rae come once again and finds his own release.
It feels a little weird to be here, but I understand Rae not wanting to be at her house.
I don’t particularly want to be there either.
If I think about everything that happened too much, I’ll end up finding that guy sitting in his jail cell and finish what I started by killing him.
My body is tired, and I want nothing more than to fall asleep right now, I just can’t. Rae rolls over, facing me, and she should be exhausted too, but her eyes are open and looking up at me.
“Is Wheeler asleep?” I ask softly.
She nods. “Yeah, he could sleep through a natural disaster.”
“Must be nice,” I scoff. Guess that’s what happens when you live an unproblematic life.
And also work hard because I have to give respect where it’s due that as an athlete he does work hard.
I take in her face, trying not to linger on the bandaged cut on her forehead, but my jaw clenches at the sight. “How are you, really?”
She looks down, resting her hand on my chest, tracing the muscles there. Her skin is soft, but she has calluses on her fingers from playing the guitar and they scrape against me slightly.
“I’ll be okay,” she tells me softly, her fingers moving up toward my shoulder and the scars there from surgery. She repeats my words back to me. “How are you, really?”
“I’ve never been better,” I tell her, and I’m not even lying. My shoulder may be sore, and I have enough anger in me to jump into a cage with several fighters and be able to come out unscathed. But right here, right now, with her and knowing this is my life. Yeah, I’ve really never been better.
She leans up and kisses me softly, then moves to lay back down, and I see her avoid my shoulder, instead resting her arm across my stomach. She hums, her arm feeling heavier as she relaxes and hopefully falls asleep soon.
“Asher,” she whispers softly.
“Hm?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being the reason I’ve found myself.”