8. Jordan #4
Asher threw his arms around my neck and hopped up, his legs coiling around my waist. He was lighter than I’d expected. And when I pressed him against the wall again, his big, peachy ass settled on my crotch. He was exactly where I had wanted him all along. He was where I had dreamed of having him.
“Are you sure?” Asher whispered.
I panted between our kisses, then murmured, “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.”
That triggered something wild inside of him. He kissed me ferociously. My lips, my cheeks, my chin. He kissed and licked and sucked, grinding his body against mine like he had been starved for my touch and was just served a buffet. His moans grew just as my panting quickened.
Asher threw his head back and I kissed the length of his neck. I licked his Adam’s apple and reached as low as his collarbones.
“Fuck,” he cried. “Don’t stop.”
Every dream of mine was coming true. I saw myself carrying him upstairs, throwing him on my bed, and submitting him to an entire night of pleasure.
I couldn’t remember ever being this happy.
I didn’t know what happened first. At the moment, it almost felt like Asher pushed me harshly back and fell on his feet before anything else. But that couldn’t have been right. The music must have been cut off first. How else would he have known to push me?
The whole world spun and shattered. A black vignette narrowed my vision. I stumbled back as Asher whispered a curse. My heart thrashed in my chest.
“Boys?” Eileen called.
I hadn’t heard a thing. Not the car. Not the door. I hadn’t listened. My senses had been focused on Asher in every way that I hadn’t even considered this.
“Are you upstairs?” she asked.
“We’re here,” Asher said in a shaky, rough voice. He kept his glassy gaze locked onto mine.
I was dazed. Not one thing made sense in my head.
We’d left the speaker in the living room to blast the music loud enough to hear outside. Of course, we couldn’t hear the door or Dad’s electric car. It was like we’d tried to get caught.
Asher broke our eye contact, realizing I was as useful as a dirty, wet towel. He crossed the terrace to grab his shirt, threw mine to me, and began buttoning himself up.
I followed his lead, but slowly. My fingers were numb. I missed the buttons. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. And then, the anger flooded me. A deep, animalistic torrent of frustration lifted me off my feet and carried me with it. I wanted to cry and fight and smash things.
Eileen poked her head through the back door and gave a tired smile.
“My boys,” she said, her long hair swaying as she walked toward Asher and threw her arms around him.
“I’m so happy to finally see you.” She gestured for me to come and join the hug.
I did, but I wanted to weep. I hugged her and felt the heat of Asher’s body on mine when I hugged him too.
“George couldn’t get that pipe fixed without ruining half the bathroom.
I was desperate to see you. Are you alright? Did you have everything you needed?”
“We’re fine,” I said, although I didn’t know how. I shuddered with the spilling need to travel back in time, to start it sooner, to have him and kiss him and fuck him and hold him. But he was tense now and it filled me with fear.
Dad walked through the kitchen with an innocent smile on his face. “There wasn’t another way, Eileen,” he said.
“You keep saying, but I’ve told Marrie, and she swears she had the same thing happen to her. They ended up taking off four tiles and the whole thing was done in an afternoon.” Eileen released us. I glanced at Asher, but he wasn’t looking at me.
“You’re here now,” I said. It took all the strength I had to say the rest. “That’s all that matters.”
Eileen was visibly tired as she exhaled. Dad approached and hugged Asher and me in turn. He winked at me as if to say everything was fine. But I felt like nothing could ever be fine again.
Panic rose in me like a flare torch. What had we done? We could have wrecked four lives in one heated moment? And for what? For being horny and drunk enough to cave in.
“Honestly, I’m a little drunk,” Asher said.
Eileen frowned at him.
He just shrugged. “Sorry. I guess I lost control.”
“Off to bed with you,” Eileen said. “We’ll catch up tomorrow when you feel better.” She pecked his cheek and shook her head at me like it was my fault. It was. I shouldn’t have let him drink. And I shouldn’t have stuck my tongue down his throat, either.
My heart pumped blood, but that was the extent of its duties. I felt nothing. The bitter taste on my tongue was a bit of disappointment and a big serving of guilt.
“I think I’ll head to bed, too,” I said. “We got carried away with your wine.”
Dad laughed and tapped my shoulder encouragingly, but all I could think about was the disgust on his face if he had seen me a minute earlier.
Eileen sighed, but that didn’t stop her from picking up the bottle and pouring some wine into a used glass, then bringing it to her lips. She plopped down into the chair just as I slipped into the house.
Asher wasn’t in my field of vision. By the time I reached the stairs, I heard his door shut and the key turn in the lock.
Good. One less temptation.
So I shut myself in my room and buried my face in a pillow. I wanted to scream, but I only growled.