Page 79 of Faking All the Way
“Aw, you sound happy. I love this for you.”
“Thanks, Sam. I really needed to hear your voice.”
“Me too. I’m glad we got to catch up. Keep having fun! But be careful too, okay? Guard your heart a little bit.”
“I will. Promise.”
We say goodbye and hang up. Asher walks over, his hands in his pockets.
“Everything okay?” he asks, reaching up to brush an errant lock of hair over my shoulder.
“Yup. Just catching up with Sam. She says hi, by the way.”
“How’s the Antarctic expedition going?”
The casual question, and the fact that he clearly remembers details about my best friend’s life, makes me grin.
“Good. She’s documenting climate change effects on penguin colonies.”
“That’s incredible.” He tucks my hair behind my ear, then jerks his chin toward his car. “Ready to head back?”
I nod, and we step back inside the house briefly to say goodbye to Edward. His dad thanks us again, looking truly grateful, and there’s a moment where I almost think he might try to reach out and give Asher a hug. But they just exchange awkward nods, and we make our way out the door.
As we walk to his rental, I find myself speeding up, eager to get inside the car and crank the heat as the cold finally starts seeping past my layers. But Asher catches my hand in his, slowing me down a little. Stepping up behind me, he leans down to speak low in my ear, his lips just barely brushing my skin.
“I hope you’re ready,” he murmurs.
I shiver, my body already responding to the deep timbre of his voice. “For what?”
His smile is pure sin as he releases my hand and steps forward, opening the passenger door for me. “When we get back to the cabin, I’m going to lay you out on the kitchen counter and eat your pussy until you’re begging me to stop. Then I’m going to bend you over it and fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
The promise makes my pulse race, banishing any hint of the chill I felt a moment ago as my clit gives a needy little throb.
I’m definitely going to hold on to the memories of this holiday season for averylong time.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Asher
The last few days have been a blur of incredible sex interspersed with maintaining our fake relationship charade around town and helping my father with things around his house. If I thought sleeping with Kat once would get her out of my system, I was dead fucking wrong.
If anything, finally letting the tension between us break has made me completely addicted to her.
Making her come has become my favorite obsession. The way she arches beneath me, the little sounds she makes when I hit that perfect spot, how she responds to everything I do to her—it’s like she was made for me. Every time I think I’ve memorized every inch of her body, every way to make her fall apart, she surprises me with something new. A new sound, a new reaction, something that drives me even more crazy.
It’s not just the sex that’s got me in a better mood than I’ve been in for months, if I’m being honest.
It’s her.
Ilikeher. I like spending time with her, bantering with her and making her laugh, seeing what gets her excited and what makes her purse her lips in that way she does when she’s thinking hard about something. I like learning the little things about her that collectively add up to a mesmerizing whole.
This morning when I was getting ready to leave for Edward’s place, I noticed she was out of that caramel creamer she loves. She looked cute as hell, standing at the counter staring into the fridge with a disappointed expression as if it had personally betrayed her. But the sight of that small deflation in her shoulders and the realization that her morning hadn’t started off with one of her favorite things put me on a mission today.
On my way back from helping my father out around the house, I did a bit of searching and picked her up a new bottle. It might be too late for her to enjoy it today, but at least I know she’ll have it tomorrow.
Afternoon sun glints off the snow as I pull into the driveway, grocery bags in the passenger seat. I glance toward the front windows of the cabin, and just knowing that Kat is inside somewhere makes my pulse kick up a few beats.
I grab the bags and let myself into the cabin, calling out as I close the door behind me.
