Page 65 of The Midnight Order
“Do that. And try consoling her, just being beside her to calm the dreams,” I offer.
He nods, sitting up straighter in his chair, avoiding the others’ eye contact.
Asher locks eyes with me and winks. “So, how are we going forward?”
“Corvin, keep digging.” Jasper looks at Lowell. “You take all the time you need. We understand your predicament. Let us know if you need anything.”
Lowell nods before hanging his head in shame.
“And me, Boss?” Asher asks with a snarky tone.
“Don’t cause any more trouble.” Jasper eyes him sternly.
Asher salutes him, and Jasper rolls his eyes.
Everyone moves out of the lab besides Asher, and I toss my file on my desk, removing my lab coat with a sigh and a stretch of my neck.
“Why do you goad him?” I turn on Asher as he pins my hips to the desk, both hands squeezing, his veins popping to the surface.
“He’s still mad at us for Valentina, and I’m sick of his shit. And who is he to act like he’s in charge, when we all know the only power he has is because Lowell allows it? Seems to me he needs to be reminded.”
“Asher. He’s been cursed for nearly a hundred years because of us.”
“It wasn’t all our fault.” He leans in to kiss me. It’s his move: a distraction.
“It is, and you know it.”
“Can I ask you something?” He gives up and straightens, letting his hands fall from my sides.
“Go on.”
“Why haven’t you talked to me about your time with Silver?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you haven’t said shit to me, yet spent two full days with her watching some horse show. It’s unusual for you.”
I swallow thickly, hoping this isn’t the start of what happened before.
“I don’t really know. I’m trying my hardest to do things differently this time.”
Something like pride flashes in Ash’s eyes. “Are you, now?”
I nod, biting my lip as he leans into me. The tattoo on his neck, meant to symbolize our bond, flexes as he tips my face with a nudge of his against my jaw, opening his mouth to let his tongue flick out and tease my bottom lip.
“Have you kissed her?” he whispers.
Usually, this kind of talk between us would make me shut down, but this time, I pushed past that need.
“No.”
“I thought of you kissing her this morning.”
“You did?” I whisper against his lips as he continues to tease me.
His hand sinks into my hair, opening me to him as my lips fall lax, my breathing growing ragged.
His other hand grips my cock through my slacks, tugging a moan from my throat.
