Chapter 37 #2
His smile falls away, replaced by raw hunger. The hands on my ass squeeze a little, dragging me a bit closer to him as his voice drops to a low rasp. “What else?”
My pulse kicks, my heart hammering against my ribs. I can tell that my face is warm, my internal temperature rising. “I want to try anal. I liked when you played with my ass before, during sex. It… it made me want more.”
His nostrils flare, his breathing getting heavier as he curses under his breath. “Jesus, bright eyes. How can someone who looks so sweet and innocent be such a filthy girl deep down?”
He kisses me ravenously, pulling me tighter against his body and letting me feel that he’s half hard already just from this conversation. My body responds immediately, sparks dancing through my veins and my nipples peaking as his hands roam over my body.
My phone rings, loud and jarring in the quiet room, and I pull away reluctantly, my lips swollen and tingling. When I grab the phone from where I left it on the dresser, my mom’s name flashes on the screen.
“Hi, Mom,” I answer, trying to hide the breathlessness in my voice.
“Hey, sweetheart. Just wanted to remind you to leave plenty of time to get there. The roads are a little bad from the snow we got earlier. Your father is already complaining about the drive.”
“I will. We’re leaving in a few minutes, actually. Just finishing getting ready.”
“Perfect. See you soon!”
I hang up, still breathing a little hard. My clit is pulsing, my whole body on edge and wanting more. “We’d better get going or we’ll be late.”
Asher mutters another curse under his breath, adjusting the bulge behind his pants so that it’s less noticeable. “This isn’t over, bright eyes.”
Goosebumps spring up on my skin at the promise in his tone.
We leave the cabin a few minutes later, bundling up in coats and scarves against the cold.
The drive to the barn doesn’t take long, even though we drive a little slower on the slick roads.
But the entire time, the sexual tension between us is still ramped up to eleven.
It fills the car, thick and electric. Every time I glance over at Asher, I catch him looking at me with desire in his eyes.
I almost wish I’d told my mom I was sick or something so we could skip this event and stay home instead. So we could finish what we almost started.
We get to the Fischer barn, which is decorated for Christmas with strings of lights and garland wrapped around the wooden beams. We greet my family briefly, and they all congratulate Asher on his new signing, everyone excited and happy for him.
My mom pulls me aside while everyone else is talking, her hand on my arm. “This is such a big deal for you two!” she exclaims quietly. “Denver! I’ve heard it’s really lovely out there.”
She’s assuming I’ll be moving there with him. Of course she is. Why wouldn’t she?
I nod weakly, trying to match her outward enthusiasm without confirming or denying her assumption. The inevitable ‘breakup’ between me and Asher is going to be hard enough to explain to my family without adding more lies to untangle.
We find seats near the back of the barn after extracting ourselves from my family. The space is filling up with people, neighbors and friends settling into the folding chairs. The choir is warming up on the small stage at the front, a mix of ages all wearing matching red sweaters.
Eventually, the lights dim and the show starts, the choir launching into their first song. I try to pay attention to the music, to focus on the performance, but it’s impossible.
Asher rests a hand on my leg, his palm warm through the fabric of my dress as his thumb traces small, maddening patterns on my skin—circles and figure eights, light touches that make my nerve endings come alive. I hold my breath as his hand moves a little higher with each pass, inching up my thigh.
Feeling daring in a way I never used to be, emboldened by our conversation earlier, I reach over to rest my hand on his leg too. I let my fingers trail up his thigh, then brush over his cock on purpose, finding him still half hard through his jeans.
God, has he been this way the whole time? Ever since our conversation back at the cabin?
He sucks in a breath, his jaw clenching. But when I tease his cock a bit more, stroking lightly through the denim and feeling him get harder under my touch, he grips my wrist, stopping me.
He leans close, his breath hot against my ear. “Not here.”
A ripple of disappointment moves through me, but I nod, about to withdraw my hand.
He doesn’t let go of my wrist though, glancing around us subtly. Everyone is focused on the stage as Mrs. Fischer gives an enthusiastic introduction to the next song.
Squeezing my wrist lightly, Asher leans over and murmurs, “Come with me.”
He tugs me to my feet and leads me toward the back of the large barn, away from the rows of chairs and the performance, past the sound equipment and the stacks of hay bales and the Christmas decorations hanging from the rafters.
“What are you doing?” I breathe, confused but intrigued.
“I’ve been going out of my mind since you told me all those things you want to try,” he whispers. “And I can’t wait until we get home. I need you now.”