Chapter 4 #4
He turned off the bedroom light then walked to the opposite side of the bed and got in.
I sat there for a second then leaned over and turned off the light next to me.
I laid down and pulled the covers up over my shoulder.
The next thing I knew, I was being pulled across the bed, my back to Asher’s front, his arm around my waist and his legs bent into mine.
He moved my hair off my shoulder gently.
“Night, baby,” he whispered then kissed me where my neck and shoulder met.
“Night,” I whispered, cuddling closer and listening to his breathing even out. I felt his body relax a few minutes later and I quickly followed him to sleep.
I PLACE MY nose against his ribs and take a deep breath, absorbing his smell. It’s earthy and spicy and all Asher. I feel his hand flex on my hip where he’s holding me and I scoot closer. Suddenly, I’m on my back, looking up at his face. Rumpled with sleep, he’s still beautiful.
“Morning.” His voice is scratchy and rough and does serious stuff to my insides. His eyes are warm as he leans down and kisses me softly. Moving his face away, he holds my face in his hands.
“Morning.” I breathe deeply, looking up at him and wondering what he’s thinking. “Are you okay?”
“I like waking up to you.” I don’t say anything back but I can feel my face get soft.
I like waking up to him too. “So what do you want to do today?” he asks as he nuzzles my neck.
I wrap my leg around his hip and my arm around his back, feeling the hardness of his muscles and the smoothness of his skin.
“Will you take me out on your four wheeler?” I ask. He lifts his head and smiles down at me.
“How about we load ’em up. Mom and Dad have two-hundred acres and a few ponds on their property. I’ll call the guys and see if they want to go four wheeling.”
“Oh my God, yes!” I scream excitedly then I roll him over, straddling his hips.
I bend down and kiss him quickly then go to jump off him but I’m held down by his hands at my hips.
I look at his face and see his eyes are dark and hooded.
I know I’m in trouble when his hands slide from my hips, down my thighs, and up under my nightgown.
I feel the length of him pressed to my core and become instantly wet as his hands travel over my ribs.
His thumbs move over the sensitive skin under my breasts and my breathing becomes erratic.
My nipples go instantly hard. He sits up and kisses me as one of his hands move to my ass and the other grabs my hair, tilting my head.
He tastes so good that my hands go to his head, holding him close.
He bends me back so I’m under him. My legs go around his waist and he kisses me deeply then sits back, looking down at me.
We are both breathing heavily and I want his mouth back.
I whimper as I feel his fingers at my hip, running down my thigh.
He’s watching them travel over my skin. When his eyes lock with mine, he bends his head and takes my mouth again.
His tongue is against mine briefly then moves to my neck, licking and biting.
His hand travels up my side to my breast, and I feel the air against my nipple just before his mouth is on me, sucking hard.
My back bows off the bed and I hold his head against me, trying to pull him closer.
I’m shocked when I feel like I might orgasm just from this.
I moan and he growls, releasing my breast then attacking my other nipple while his fingers roll and pull the one he just left.
My hips lift into his and the friction hits me just right.
I shatter into a million pieces, moaning his name as my legs tighten around him.
My fingers are gripping his head while I come back slowly.
Opening my eyes, I see that he’s looking down at me. “Fucking beautiful,” he says, kissing me again. This time, it’s much harder.
I kiss him back while my hand goes to his stomach.
I can feel his muscles tense under my fingers and I drag my nails along his skin.
Then my nightgown is gone, over my head, and Asher’s body is covering mine.
His chest is against mine, his mouth is devouring mine and I roll him over and straddle his hips.
His hips rise up as mine go down and I moan.
My head flies back and then his mouth is on my nipple.
He rolls me back over and his fingers go inside my panties and press in.
“Fucking soaked.” He growls and that just makes me wetter. “Jesus, I can’t wait to taste you.” His fingers swirl over my clit and I grab onto his bicep, my head flies back. His fingers fill me so perfectly that my hips lift off the bed.
I pull his head down to mine and kiss him deeply. “Please,” I beg. I need more.
“I’m not letting you come again until I can taste you doing it, baby.” I feel my self-contract at his words and he starts sliding my panties down my legs.
“Yo! Get your lazy ass out of bed.” My head jerks up. “What the fuck,” the person says then I hear barking and growling coming from Beast.
“What the fuck?” Asher growls then the alarm starts going off.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, rolling off the bed and I sit up, trying to find my nightgown.
He puts an arm on each side of my waist then kisses me like my dog is not about to kill someone and the alarm is not going off.
It’s wet and deep and I’m breathing heavily when he pulls away.
“Come to the kitchen, baby,” he says, putting a shirt on and walking out of the room.
The alarm stops and I jump off the bed, pull my nightgown down over my head, and then run to the bathroom.
I brush my teeth, dig through my bag to find a hoodie, and put it on over my nightgown then go to the kitchen.
Asher is standing near the coffee pot and there is a guy sitting at the island.
He’s slim but you can tell that he’s also muscular.
His dark brown hair is messy and his face is model perfect with long lashes, dark eyes, and full lips.
He’s looking at me strangely then his eyes drop to my legs.
I feel so uncomfortable that I know I’m not going to be able to stand in the same room as him wearing what I have on so I turn and run back to the bedroom.
I find my sweats and tank and put them on quickly.
When I go back out, the guy is smirking at me but Asher is just smiling.
“Come here, baby,” he says quietly, lifting his arm as I walk to him. My face goes into his chest and I feel his lips at my hairline. “November, this is Sven. Sven, November.”
“Hi. Nice to meet you,” I say and he’s looking between Asher and me. I can tell that he is guarded, and that’s okay. I feel the same.
“You too, November.”
I smile at him then look around for Beast. I hear his paw on the door so I leave Asher’s side and slide the door open.
Once again, I’m trampled by my dog. I fall on my butt and he’s licking me and standing over me. I try to push him off but he’s too excited and I’m laughing so hard that tears start to fall from my eyes. Then Beast is pushed away and Asher is there, smiling down at me.
“Baby, we need to get you a smaller dog,” he says, picking me up off the floor.
“He just gets a little excited.” I laugh and Asher runs his nose along mine.
“Beautiful,” he whispers then kisses me softly and puts me back under his arm. He walks me back around the island and I’m in such a fog that I forget for a second that someone else is here with us.
I look up at Asher and smile big, biting my lip and realizing that I could fall in love with him. I look at Sven, he smiles and winks like he’s reading my mind. I smile back.
“Coffee?” Asher asks, giving me a squeeze.
“Yes, please. Can I, um, make breakfast?” I ask, unsure if that might cross a line.
“If you want.” He shrugs.
“Okay,” I say and go about getting everything ready for French toast. Once it’s done, I slide some on a plate for Sven, Asher, and myself.
I find syrup and butter and put them out on the counter in front of the guys then grab the coffee pot and fill their cups.
Everything has gone silent so I look up and both of them are staring at me like I’m crazy. “Um...”
“You gonna eat, baby?” I nod my head. “Come here, November.” I walk toward him even though I want to run and hide in the bathroom. Once I’m in front of him, he pulls me onto his lap and pulls my plate toward us so mine and his are next to each other then he hands me my fork.
“I can sit on the other stool,” I say quietly.
I feel his lips under my ear. “I want you close.” He kisses my neck and goes about eating and talking to Sven. “I’m taking November to Mom and Dad’s to go four wheeling. I’ll call the boys and see if they want to meet there. You wanna go?” he asks Sven. Sven just looks at me.
“You want to go four wheeling?” Sven asks with a look of shock written all over his handsome face.
“Yes! I’m so excited,” I squeal and clap, which makes him and Asher chuckle. “Hey, can I invite Liz?” I turn, looking over my shoulder at Asher.
“Who’s Liz?” he asks.
“I met her yesterday. She owns a store on the square with her mom. She’s really sweet. Some of your harem were there giving her a hard time.” I roll my eyes and I hear Sven chuckle.
“Harem?” Asher questions with his eyebrow raised.
“The girls from the bar that were all gathered around the pool table waiting to be chosen like a bad episode of the bachelor,” I say, giggling when Asher starts tickling my sides.
“Well, I chose you, so I guess you get my pool stick.”
“Did you seriously just say that?” I ask, scrunching up my nose, laughing. I look at Sven who is also cracking up.
“Call your friend. Just have her meet us there. I’ll give you the address.” He, smiles and kisses my neck.
“Cool,” I say, smiling back.
After breakfast, Asher and Sven leave to load up the four wheelers while I clean up the kitchen and jump in the shower. I’m standing in Asher’s bedroom, wrapped in a towel, when Asher walks into the room. I automatically feel like prey to a very large, very hungry predator.
“Jesus, I feel like I’m living a fucking nightmare.”
“What?” I whisper, feeling uncomfortable all of the sudden, wonder ing if I read his expression wrong.
“Having you wrapped around me all night, feeling you come around my fingers, now wrapped in a towel and knowing what’s under that shit and not being able to do a damn thing about it is my worst fucking nightmare.”
Oh my God, my nipples go hard and my breath hitches at his words.
I want him to do something about it and I am trying not to run across the room.
He lunges before I can make a move and I am in his arms with his mouth on mine.
I go into an instant Asher fog. He breaks away, shoving his face in my neck.
“Tonight,” he growls, biting my neck then letting me go.
He goes straight into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
I can hear the shower turn on. I run to my bag and pull out jeans, a plain red T-shirt, and a red lace bra and matching lace cheeky panties.
I dress fast and am braiding my hair when Asher comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping down the contours of his body.
I am completely lost and know what he was talking about when he said he was living a nightmare.
Part of me wants nothing more than to throw myself at him but the other part of me is afraid that once we have sex, he will get bored and lose interest.
“I’m gonna get dressed, baby, so unless you want to watch, you should go wait in the kitchen.”
“I’ll be in the kitchen,” I squeak then walk quickly out of the room.