Bonus Chapter Until November
Bonus Excerpt from Until November
Asher
You all heard from November what it was like from her point of view the night I found out that she was carrying my child and I asked her to marry me. Well, this is my side of the story…
I pulled up to the front of my house. Knowing that it was now a home I shared with November only made coming home that much sweeter.
I couldn’t believe how much had changed in the short amount of time since I had met her.
I’d never known it was possible to have this with a woman.
I’d never fully understood exactly what my dad and granddad had been talking about until the day I met November and she changed my life with one look.
The second I shut off my Jeep, Beast was at my door, his tail wagging back and forth with excitement.
“What’s up boy? You been good?” I rubbed his head, pushing him out of the way so I could close the door.
I walked up the front porch and opened the door.
November was at her normal spot in the kitchen with her Kindle in front of her.
A few weeks ago, I had gotten home to find her in bed reading.
I smiled at the memory. I had walked into the bedroom, seeing November lying on her back on the bed, her face in her Kindle.
“What are you reading?” I had asked, making her jump. She’d looked so beautiful that I’d climbed onto the bed, up her body, crowding her.
“What? Nothing.” Her face had turned red, making my eyebrows draw together. Really, what could have embarrassed her so much?
“Let me see.” I tried to pull the Kindle out of her hand, but she had it in a death grip.
So I started tickling her until she released it.
Once I got it away from her, I straddled her waist, pinning her in place.
Then she covered her face with her hands, making me laugh.
“It can’t be that bad, baby.” I started reading, my mind trying to decipher what the shit said.
“What the hell is a pearl? And a honeypot?” I asked her.
“Asher, get off!” she cried out, not taking her hands away from her face, her body bucking against mine.
I dropped the Kindle to the bed, pulling her hands above her head. “No, I’m going to spend some time licking your pearl. Then I’m going to fuck your honeypot,” I said with a straight face, watching her eyes widen.
I snapped out the memory when I realized that November hadn’t said anything and that I was almost in front of her. “Hey, baby.” I kissed her forehead and looked her over, noticing that she looked pale. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
She jumped off the barstool and ran to the bathroom.
I looked at where she’d just run to and got worried when I heard her getting sick. I grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the cool water before crouching down next to her, lifting her hair out of her face and off her neck, putting the washcloth there.
“Feel better?” I asked. She nodded but didn’t make eye contact with me, making me worry. “Come shower with me.” I didn’t give her a choice. I picked her up, and she wrapped her arms around my neck as I carried her into the bathroom.
I set her on the vanity and turned on the shower.
I was going to get her undressed, but she jumped down and started brushing her teeth, so I proceeded to get undressed.
I was down to my boxers when she looked at me in the mirror, her eyes filled with worry.
I didn’t know what was going on with her, but I sure as fuck didn’t like the distance I felt between us all of a sudden.
“I’ll be right back,” she told me before quickly leaving the room.
I suddenly wanted to punch something. I tried to think of what could have happened between our morning goodbye and now, and nothing came to mind.
I was standing in front of the mirror when she came back into the bathroom holding a box wrapped in yellow paper.
She handed me the box before getting back up on the counter.
“What is this?” I looked at the box. It wasn’t my birthday or any other special occasion.
“Just open it.”
I looked at the box for a second before ripping off the paper and opening the lid. When I looked inside the box, I was confused by the contents. A small, pink kid’s gun and a box of condoms were inside. My mind worked franticly, trying to understand the hidden meaning. Then I got it.
She was pregnant. Not only that, but she was pregnant with my child. I felt my heart swell with love for her, and my eyes get wet. I lifted my eyes to meet hers and couldn’t believe that this beautiful woman was now carrying my child.
“Does this mean what I think it means?” I asked, hoping I was right. She nodded, pulling out a test from her back pocket and handing it to me, letting me read the word ‘pregnant’ on the screen. “Fuck,” I whispered, my heart overflowing with love for her.
A few weeks ago, I had walked into a local jewelry store, I hadn’t known what I was doing there until I had looked in the display of engagement rings and saw one that I knew would look perfect on her finger.
I heard her say something, but my mind was too busy to catch it.
I dropped the test in the box before picking the box up off the counter.
I carried it into the closet, putting it up on the shelf for safekeeping.
Once I had it tucked away, I went to my dresser drawer, pulling the small ring out of the box and palming it.
I walked back into the bathroom. My only thought was that I wanted her naked and wearing my ring. I walked in, noticing that she looked upset. I hoped that I would change that quickly. I pulled her shirt off over her head then eased her jeans down her legs, helping her to step out of them.
“We need to talk,” she whispered.
I ignore her, pulling her panties and bra off before lifting her onto the vanity. She tried pushing me away from her, but I wasn’t letting that happen. “What the heck are you doing?” she asked, shoving me again.
I grabbed her hand, slipping the ring onto her finger. “Seriously, you need to stop. We need to talk about this!” she cried, but all I could do was look at my ring, which was now on her finger. The round diamond surrounded by smaller ones was perfect for her.
“I’ve wanted to see you wearing nothing but my ring since I bought it for you,” I tell her, looking into her beautiful eyes.
“Knowing that, like the ring I put on your finger, I’m the only one.
The only one who will ever see you in nothing but my ring.
The only one who will wake up to your beautiful face every day for the rest of my life.
The only one who will make love to you. The only one who will make babies with you.
” I felt tears in my eyes when I spoke my last words.
“I can’t tell you how happy I am that you are carrying my child.
” I got closer to her so that we were breathing the same air.
“I know that it’s fast, but this is right.
We are right. You are the only one for me. ”
I kissed her hard with everything I had. When I pulled away, I laid my forehead against hers. “Tell me that you’ll marry me,” I whispered against her lips.
“Yes.” She shoved her face into my neck, wrapping herself around me. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
I picked her up, taking her into the shower with me, taking my time to wash her body and hair.
When I carried her back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her, I kneeled in front of where she sat on the bed.
I opened her towel, moving my fingers down the sides of her breasts, along her ribs, down to her waist, my thumbs running over her lower stomach.
I couldn’t believe my child was growing there, that this was mine.
“It’s amazing,” I whispered, looking into her eyes, “to know that my purpose in life is sitting in front of me.” I cupped her face, touching my lips to hers before nipping and kissing down her jaw and neck.
I ran my fingers under her breasts before running them down her sides, my lips latching onto her nipple and pulling it between my lips before sucking hard.
Her body arched back as she moaned. “Soaked,” I told her, my fingers playing between her legs. I loved how responsive she was for me.
“Asher,” she whimpered.
I lifted my head from her nipple so I could watch her.
I kissed her before pulling her lip into my mouth, scraping my teeth against it.
I kissed her nipples then licked down her stomach and around her navel.
Before I even got her taste in my mouth, she was opening her legs wider.
I smiled as her smell hit me, and I licked her from bottom to top in one long stroke.
“Jesus, is it possible that you taste sweeter?” I asked her, knowing I would never get my fill of her.
I plunged two fingers inside her, pulling her clit into my mouth.
Her body started to go wild under me. I brought her down slowly before kissing up her body and dragging her up into bed.
Once I had her where I wanted her, I palmed my cock, running the head through her slick heat.
Her small, soft hand cupped my jaw as I entered her slowly.
I closed my eyes against the sensation. Her hips circled and my eyes opened.
“Don’t,” I told her firmly, bending forward to kiss her.
I pulled out just an inch before sliding back in.
I moved my hands, spreading her legs wide with each thrust. I pulled out until just the tip was inside her and slid home in a hard thrust. Then I slid out and started a slow pace while kissing her.
My fingers pinched her nipples then traveled down, pressing against her clit.
Her hands were going crazy. Her nails were digging into my skin.
I knew she was going to come when she got wetter and hotter, her pussy pulling deeper.
“Please don’t stop,” she moaned. I couldn’t have stopped if I’d wanted to. It was too much.