Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
NAT
I had no idea how long we kissed before we finally broke apart, only that when we did so, Macy and Corinne were no longer standing there. The dance floor had filled as music poured into the room, everyone’s attention there, save for one person. Gran smirked at me from her spot at the family’s table. She held up a champagne flute and tipped it toward me and Asher with a wink.
Well, at least that show had been completely real.
“Not that I’m complainin’ or anything,” Asher said, his voice rough, “but what the hell was that?”
I lifted a shoulder, my fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt beneath his vest. “Turns out I like listenin’ to you sing while I’m wearin’ your ring.”
He made a gruff sound in his throat and tugged me closer, allowing me to feel the thick ridge of his cock. “Turns out I like singin’ to you while I’m wearin’ yours.”
I licked my lips, my gaze caught on his mouth. On the feel of him against my stomach. On thoughts of him moving inside me just that morning, and on the fact that he hadn’t given those women a second glance, even when I hadn’t been near. “Momma’s got June, and Mac has Owen. And there’s a great big dressin’ room upstairs without anyone in it.”
In response, he grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the back staircase. I could barely contain my grin as I hurried along behind him, weaving in and out of the crowd. Just before we ascended the stairs, I caught Rory’s gaze. My sister watched the two of us with something that looked an awful lot like concern.
But this was fine. I was fine. She was probably just worried about me ripping my dress and showing up in my shorts and tank. Definitely not about whatever this was that was developing between Asher and me.
The beat of the music shook the stairs as we ran up them, Asher’s hand gripping mine tightly as he tugged me along behind him. We burst into the darkened space, lit only by a strand of lights hung over the doors that led to the balcony.
“There wasn’t a lock,” Asher said, pulling me to a stop and pinning me between himself and the wall. “And we definitely won’t be able to hear if someone’s comin’ while I’m fucking my wife.”
I bit my lower lip, loving his words a little too much. “On the plus side, they definitely won’t be able to hear us either.”
He raised a brow. “You plannin’ on gettin’ loud, wifey?”
“Don’t know. You plannin’ on makin’ me come?”
“Once or twice.”
“How about let’s not get ahead of ourselves and just aim for the one.”
With a growl, he crashed his lips to mine, his tongue delving into my mouth while he fumbled with the excess material of my dress. Pulling away on a groan, he said, “How many layers is this fucking thing?”
I breathed out a laugh and lent a hand, gathering up the silk in my arms until my lower half was exposed, bare save for a pair of lace panties. “How about I get this out of the way, and you worry about gettin’ your pants down?”
“I have a better idea,” he said before dropping to his knees, slipping my panties to the side, and swiping his tongue through my slit.
“Oh God,” I breathed, widening my stance as he flicked my clit, biting my lip to stifle a moan before remembering there was no need. Not when the music downstairs drowned out the two of us.
The thought that someone could stumble on us at any time—that Will and Finn were no doubt planning to use this very space for this very thing at some point tonight—only worked me up that much faster.
When Asher slipped two fingers inside me and curled them to catch on that spot that made me see stars, I was lost, thrown off the cliff headfirst into the abyss as waves of pleasure crashed over me. With one hand holding up my dress and the other gripping his hair, I rode out my orgasm against his mouth. I hadn’t even managed to catch my breath before he stood, gripped me under the ass, and lifted me up.
“That’s one,” he said against my lips. He braced me between himself and the wall, one hand clutching my ass as he dragged his cock through my slit with the other. “How about you give me this next one while I think about you claimin’ me out there in front of everyone?”
Before I could respond, he thrust deep, stealing my breath along with my words.
He groaned loud and low, the deep resonance sounding like it was pulled straight from his soul. “Fillin’ you up is never gonna get old. Tell me what’s better than this.”
“Paris in the spring?” I panted, my eyes rolling back as he thrust deep.
“Nope.”
“Swimmin’ with dolphins?”
“Wrong again.”
“Seein’ the Northern Lights?”
Asher rested his forehead against my shoulder, his breath sweeping across my chest as I held him tight to me, rolling his head side to side. “ Nothing . Nothing is better than this.”
His hips worked at a frenzied pace, his cock sinking deep, somehow knowing I wanted it fast and hard.
“I don’t know…I think Corinne and Macy were angling for a threesome. That might’ve been better.”
“You think I’d want anyone else but you? Any other pussy but this one that fits my cock like it was made for me?” He thrust as deep as he could, grinding the base of his erection against my clit, whether in punishment for suggesting such a thing or purely for the pleasure, I didn’t know. “There could’ve been a whole harem lined up, and I wouldn’t have been tempted. It sure as fuck wouldn’t have compared to this.”
“That’s an awfully tall order.”
“Yeah, well, I’m your husband, so that means I get to make that call.”
A roller coaster set up camp in my stomach, flipping my insides and turning them this way and that. I didn’t want to think about why I loved the thought of him wearing my ring…why I loved him having the title of my husband…why I loved when he called me his wife.
Needing to distract myself from that, I reached between us, fingering my clit as he continued driving deep.
He groaned. “Lift that dress out of the way so I can see that pussy you’re claimin’ me with.”
“Fuck, Asher,” I breathed, my body tightening more with each passing second.
“If you’re worried about two women whose names I’ve already forgotten, maybe you need a reminder of who I’m fucking right now. Who’s gonna be in my bed tonight. Who’s wearin’ my ring. My wife .”
The rough, possessive way he said the words shot straight through me, and I groaned, moving my fingers faster against my clit, my breath speeding up.
“Though God knows I’d be jealous as fuck if I found two guys hoverin’ around you, just hopin’ for a chance to feel what I’m feelin’ right now.”
I bit my lip, my body tightening at his words and his thrusts. At the possessive way he gripped my ass, holding me up as he drove into me. “I’m not the musician who’s every woman’s wet dream.”
“No, you’re just every man’s.”
My breaths sped up, eyes fluttering. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Am I your wet dream, Ash?”
He groaned and slammed his hips into me, the friction detonating a shock wave in my body. We came together in a crash of lips and tongues and flesh, my body pulsing around him as we found our releases.
“Every fucking night,” he said, breathless, still seated fully inside me. “Thought that went unsaid.”
That was the trouble, though. All the things that had gone unsaid between us.
Asher had always been the one I could confide in about anything. The one who’d talked me down at three in the morning, or who’d listened to me vent about my daddy or sisters. The one who’d rushed to my side whenever I’d needed anything at all, code word or not.
But I hadn’t told him this whole thing had started to feel a little too real. Hadn’t told him I’d lain awake in bed, counting down the days to the custody hearing because it meant we were that much closer to this being over. I hadn’t told him I’d grown used to this life. That I’d actually come to like it.
And I sure as hell hadn’t told him I was pretty sure I was falling in love with my fake husband.