Chapter 35
Brianna
Are you gonna feed me that cherry?
I pull into Aces, and I thank my lucky stars no one’s here yet.
They don’t open for another hour, but not even Gage’s motorcycle is in the employee’s only lot.
I glance around and when I spot Asher’s car, I walk up to the back door and knock.
My original plan was to wear my black wrap dress, but then I had a ballsy idea.
So, underneath my long, brown trench is the red lingerie set that Asher bought me during our shopping trip.
Inside my bag is the dress so that I can hang out with him while he works. He’s sexy as hell behind the bar.
“Hi, bear, what are you doing here?” He leans in and presses a quick kiss to my lips before pulling me inside.
“I love watching you work.” I trail a finger up and down his arm, and I watch as the pulse in his neck quickens. “It also helps that watching you shake up a cocktail is total forearm porn for me. So, I figured I could hang out before it gets crazy.”
“I’m glad you’re here. I told Max about us, and he wasn’t even surprised.
Can you believe that?” Asher is prepping behind the bar, so his back is to me.
I strip my coat off and toss it on the floor and climb on top of the bar top.
Asher has yet to pay attention to me, his attention focused on preparing the garnishes.
“I’m not surprised. Max has always given me shit for liking you—even when I didn’t like you at the time. Well, if I’m being honest, I think I was in denial.”
“Really? Max can be a real dick sometimes, huh?” I frown at his back because he still hasn’t turned around. I have to get creative with my methods here.
“Hey, Ash? Can I have a cherry?”
“Yeah, here.” He hands me the bowl without looking at me. Gah…men.
“I want you to feed it to me.” There, he’ll have to look at me now.
“Why do you want…Fuck.” Asher finally turns around, his eyes scanning my body.
“Took you long enough. Now, are you gonna feed me the cherry?” I lean over the bar, breasts spilling over the lacey top.
Asher places the cherry on my tongue, and before he can pull the stem off, I pop the entire thing in my mouth.
I work the stem into a knot before grabbing Asher’s hand and spitting it into his palm.
“Motherfucker. Is this the outfit from the dressing room?”
“It sure is.”
“I’m curious. What was your plan for all this?” Asher waves his hand over my outfit.
“You’re a smart man, take a guess.”
“My dirty girl, you want to be fucked in the office again, don’t you?”
“Mmm, nope. Try again.”
“Did you wear this just to tease me?”
“I’m not that cruel. I’ll give you one more try. Make it count, because if you get it wrong, I leave.” Asher narrows his eyes at me, cocking his head to the side while he thinks. My pulse begins to race when I see recognition cross his face.
“You want to be fucked in this bar, don’t you?”
“Look at you using your upstairs head.” I attempt to pat him on his shoulder, but Asher grabs me by the back of my neck and brings his lips to mine. Greedy tongues tangle with each other while moans and grunts fill the silent space.
“Are you fucking serious?” We break apart at the sound of Gage’s voice. He’s off to the side, tattooed arms crossed over his chest with a smirk on his face.
“Leave, Gage,” Asher demands, but the fact of getting caught turns me on.
“Don’t have to tell me twice. I’ll be back in thirty minutes. Wipe that shit down when you’re done.” Gage sends a wink in our direction before turning and walking out the door. Asher follows closely behind him to lock the door.
The second he turns around, he’s ordering me around. “Bottoms off, legs spread out, baby.”
“What about my heels?”
“Leave them on. I want them digging into my back when your pretty legs wrap around my waist as I fuck you on this stool. Now, do what I said.” I slip the bottoms off before tossing them at Asher, who puts them in his pocket.
“You’re not gonna get these back. Now, let me see how wet you are for me.”
I slip a finger inside of me, gathering my arousal on the tip before extending it out toward Asher. His lips wrap around my finger, licking it clean.
“Mmm, so fucking good. Now scoot down a little bit, you’re gonna lay back while I fuck you with my cock.” My upper back comes in contact with the edge of the bar top with my ass on the edge of the smooth, leather chair. I squirm in the chair as Asher unzips his pants and fists his cock.
I lean up on my elbows, watching him while licking my lips. He has such a nice dick, and I love when he’s inside of me.
“You like what you see, Bri?”
“You know I do. Now, why are you standing there holding your cock and not—” Asher slams into me, stopping me mid-sentence. My eyes roll into the back of my head, my legs wrapping around his waist.
“Look at you sucking my cock inside your pussy. Hold onto the edge of the bar, baby.” That’s all the warning he gives me before he’s pulling out and ramming back into me.
Over and over again, he fucks me like he owns me.
I mean, he pretty much does at this point.
I’m an independent woman, but the way this man possesses me? I’m living for it.
Asher lifts my hips which changes the angle, and I feel him hit that special spot.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, Asher. That’s the spot. Right there.”
“Fuck, you take me so well. You are mine. You taste like mine, and you feel like mine. No one will ever fuck you again. Do you hear me?”
“No one, Asher, only you. Ahh shit, I’m close.”
“I know you want to come on this cock, so fucking give it to me.” Asher rotates his hips before he slams into me.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming. Asher!” I scream.
“That’s right, baby. Milk Daddy’s cock like the greedy girl you are.” Within seconds, Asher is coming inside me, and I’m biting my lip so hard that I’m sure I draw blood.
Asher pulls out of me only to put his head between my legs, cleaning up the mess we made with his tongue. My clit pulses, but I’m just completely spent.
“I’ll never be able to look at this bar the same way again.”
“Me neither. I guess I should get dressed and let you finish opening.” I unwrap my legs from his waist, and he grabs my hands to help me off the bar.
“You don’t have to leave. You can hang here while I open.”
“Oh, I wasn’t going anywhere. I’m gonna get dressed and then hang out with you while you work.” Asher’s smile is infectious, and he presses a kiss to my forehead.
“I love that idea. Now, go get dressed before people start banging on the door.”
Asher looks fucking sexy as hell making drinks.
I watch as his forearms flex when he’s shaking up a mixed drink for one of the patrons.
Every so often, his eyes find mine from across the bar and he smiles.
Sometimes, he’ll look at the spot he fucked me on earlier before winking at me, making me squirm in my chair.
I’ve been nursing my cherry Coke for about thirty minutes when I feel a presence sitting down next to me. I’m ready to tell the person I’m not interested, but when I look over, I groan. Giselle. What the hell does she want?
“Can I help you?” I don’t look at her while I ask the question. Maybe she’ll get the hint and walk away. Of course, she doesn’t.
“I think it's cute how you think you and Asher will last. Men like him,” she nods her head in his direction before continuing, “go for a specific type of woman. And I hate to break it to you, Bri, but you aren’t it.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“I mean, a year ago maybe, but since you’ve uh…gained weight, he won’t stay. Plus size ain’t a cute look. I’m only saying this because I don’t want to see you get your heart broken. I care about my friend.”
“Giselle, we haven’t been friends since we were thirteen. Ever since you cut me out of your life. Or did you forget that?” A flicker of what I assume is yearning flashes across Giselle’s face before her bitchy mask slips into place. It’s a rare moment when I get a glimpse of my former friend.
“You hooked up with my boyfriend!”
“Giselle, I never hooked up with him. He came onto me, then lied to you, saying we had sex. I’ve never touched that asshole. Unlike you, I care about my friends. So, with all the love I can muster, fuck off.”
“You’re always fucking everything up. I mean, look at what you did to Max. You put him in the hospital. Everything you touch turns to dust. I wonder how long it’ll take for you to fuck Asher over.”
Giselle starts off with a mock pout, but then a flash of guilt crosses her face.
She goes to open her mouth, but I’m not focused on her anymore.
My eyes sting and my heart feels like it’s going one hundred miles an hour in my chest. The walls begin to close around me, and my face and arms feel hot.
I need to get out of here. I look for Asher to make sure he can’t see me.
I don’t want him to see me this upset when he’s so busy.
My gaze locks with Gage, and he must see the need to escape, because he just gives me a nod.
I grab my bag and bolt out the door, desperately needing air. I should call a rideshare because I’m in no condition to drive, but I can’t risk waiting for it to arrive and Asher finding me. I’m practically running to my car and peeling out of the parking lot.
I’m not paying attention to where I’m going, so I don’t realize that it's the intersection before it’s too late.
My breaths are erratic, and my heart is racing at the speed of light.
I can’t get myself to slow down. Honking surrounds me, but I’m frozen.
The light has since turned green, but I can’t move.
I’m back at the scene of the accident, and my ears fill with the sounds of shattering glass and tires squealing.
Somehow, I manage to grab my phone and hit dial.
Black dots dance across my vision, and it feels like I’m about to pass out. I’m not sure how long I’ve been sitting in this spot, but a knock on my window has me jumping out of my skin.