Chapter 17 Riley #2
I looked up to see Asher staring at me like I had five heads, clearly confused. I rolled my eyes, explaining. “If you want to send me into good dream land, that’s what I’d like.”
“I don’t take requests. I’m not a dream DJ.” Asher shook his head, narrowing his eyes at me.
I cleared my throat. “I just thought…”
“I’ll see what I can do.” he grumbled, cutting me off and rubbing the back of his neck. He looked like his kindness o-meter was at full capacity and he was about to explode.
I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from grinning at my tiny victory. I swiftly moved the sheet from my body, feeling the cool air against my sweaty skin and padded over to where he stood. “Don’t hate what I’m about to do.”
“I don’t follow…”
I leaned up and kissed him. His lips were stiff at first, his body like a statue.
Little by little, that icy exterior melted away and his arms coiled around my body.
His hands touched my skin, creating a different kind of heat.
He leaned down, causing me to arch my back and wrap my arms around his neck.
I’d meant for it to be a simple peck. A ‘thank you’ kiss that we could both shrug off as nothing. He pushed my body into his, moving his lips over mine. I whimpered into his mouth and he groaned, turning us and shuffling our bodies so that my back was pressed against the door.
He ran his hand down my leg, gripping my thigh and hoisting it up and over his hip.
I felt how hard he was and he wasn’t shy about grinding it against my core.
I raked my hand through his dark hair and pushed my body into his.
He bit down on my bottom lip, a growl ripping from his throat and into my mouth.
His lips found their way to my neck as he pinned me against the door.
His teeth grazed my throat and his fingers dug into my thigh.
I rubbed my body feverishly against his and the friction was deliciously welcoming.
He kissed up my neck and found my mouth again, whispering, “You need to go back to bed, Riley.”
His words said one thing, but his other hand gripped my ass, pulling me into him, while he kept a hold of my thigh. I let out a small desperate sound against his lips, moving my lower body against him.
“I’m not tired.”
“After what you just went through and what’s to come, you should be, little liar.
” He nipped at my lips, pulling me back in to kiss him.
He pressed me harder against the door, his cock hitting my clit with each movement of his hips.
Even with clothing between us, the sensation was no less exhilarating.
I moved my hips forward, rubbing against him harder, needing more friction and probably wanting more than I should have.
“You can’t control my sleep schedule, sir.” The last word came out in a moan when he released my ass from his grip and started roughly rubbing his fingers between my legs.
I closed my eyes when his fingertips hit my clit again and again. His mouth was at my ear when he said, “Maybe not, but you would like me to control you in other ways, wouldn’t you?”
I knew I was soaking wet and he could feel it through my boyshort panties.
It was that same heat, that same need and all because I’d wanted to kiss him for simply choosing to be a decent person.
I reached down and ran my palm along his cock.
It was pressed up against his pants, straining to be released.
He quickly gripped my wrist and put it above my head. He did the same with the other one, staring at me as if he was trying to collect himself.
I felt uneasy on my feet when I placed my leg back on the ground and Asher eventually stepped away from me.
I could have choked from the heavy breathing I was trying to get under control.
Asher placed his hands against his face and gripped his glasses, taking them off and cleaning them with the bottom of his shirt.
His chest rose and fell rapidly like mine, but his demeanor was one of a stoic nature now.
Gone was the man who could have very easily picked me up into his arms and fucked me against the door.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, the words came out a little rushed and very fucking confused. I could see the outline of his erection even from the small light throughout the room.
He huffed, nodding towards the bed. “Go to bed, Riley. I need to get some sleep. We both do.” He moved closer to me, but just so he could get to the doorknob.
I let him turn the knob as if he could escape this without another word from me.
I stepped away from the door, hugging my body.
“You could have said you didn’t want to kiss me.
You could have stopped me, but you didn’t.
I assume we are chalking this up to your weak resistance,” I said the words sharply, so that he would feel them through that ice wall exterior that he had reconstructed.
His shoulders dropped a little when he was halfway out the door.
He turned his head a tiny bit, giving me a sliver of his attention.
His green eyes scanned down my body and I heard a small whine come from the doorknob.
He had to be holding it with all his strength so that it would leave an imprint in his palm.
A surprisingly shaky breath escaped him. “Yes.”
The door shut with a soft click. The arousal and tension I felt wasn’t so palpable anymore.
I could breathe easily, but I was quickly trying to figure out why I didn’t enjoy that so much.
My eyes found Beau, who was no longer peacefully snoozing, but he was looking at me.
His head was tilted as if he was sizing me up.
I’m really not interested in what you think. I thought to him. I wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest that he was right there. He’d witness some pretty heavy make out sessions between me and River, so he should be used to these things by now.
He huffed, his mouth opening so his tongue could stick out. I like him.
I rolled my eyes, speaking out loud. “You are aware that’s Asher and not River, right?”
Beau yawned and tilted his head again. I have two eyes, Mom.
“You just seem a little confused, buddy.”
He got up and circled the end of the bed a few times, before he laid back down in the same spot. He likes my Mom. He wants to protect you. He’s just a little grumpy, like Jax.
I opened my mouth and then closed it. I padded over to the end of the bed, petting the top of my familiar’s head.
His eyes drooped a little, like he was falling back asleep.
I leaned down to kiss his snout. “He doesn’t like me.
He tolerates me and might be a little attracted, but that’s something I’ll explain when you’re older.
” I let out a small laugh and he sighed.
He wants to protect you. Beau mentally repeated. They all do.
I absentmindedly started to stroke his body, feeling his soft hair under my fingers. Beau started snoring as I remained awake.
They all do.
And by all, I knew he was including Grayson. One minute Beau could be bearing his teeth and growling at you and the next he was claiming you as one of his owner’s protectors. I kissed his snout again, pressing my nose to his damp one.
I truly hoped I was worth protecting.