Page 12 of Be Your Forever
“I have eyes, Bri. I need you to tell me what you mean.”
Her jaw drops at my words, her expression baffled. I choose to remain silent, waiting to see if she’ll explain further.
“C’mon, Asher. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”
I can feel my face contort with confusion, yet I still say nothing.
“I’ve…” She sputters the words, cheeks and neck as red as a fall sunset. “I’ve gained weight, and I hate how I look.” Her voice clogs with shame. “I-I’m sorry you have to see me like this. I—”
Her words whoosh out of her the second I grab her by the waist and place her on the counter, forcing her legs open so I can step between them. My hands move to grip her thighs, her body shivering beneath my touch.
“Brianna. Eyes on me.” I wait her out, and eventually, she looks at me with tears in her eyes. “Baby, no. Listen to me. I’m not upset at seeing you like this, so I don’t know what you’re apologizing for.”
“Listen, Asher, I don’t need you placating me.”
“I’m not just saying that to say it. I mean it. What do I need to do to prove it to you?” I demand, but she just blinks at me, mouth agape. I need to be quick on my feet with a way to convince her.
“Take the hoodie off.” My hand shoots upward to grip her throat.
“W-What?” Bri stammers. My head cocks to the side as a playful smile spreads across my face. She’s cute when she’s flustered. The hand on her throat squeezes, and I watch her eyes flutter before they become hooded with pleasure.
My girl likes my hand wrapped around her pretty neck. Interesting.
“You heard me. Take. The. Hoodie. Off. Either you do it or I will.”
Bri pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, contemplating her next move. As for me, I want to take that supple, pink flesh in between my teeth, and bite down before soothing the sting with my tongue. What she says next takes me by surprise.
“Take it off yourself. But I’m warning you, it's not pretty.”
How can someone be so insecure and bold at the same time? Bri lifts her arms over her head, giving me her consent to take it off. My lungs fill with a slow, calming breath before my hand leaves her throat to move toward the bottom of her hoodie. My thumbs rub soothing circles on her bare skin as I groan at the feeling of goosebumps that break out on her skin.
The hoodie glides up slowly, and I take in every inch of her upper body. She’s in nothing but a lavender bralette, and my mouth waters. What I see are perfect, full tits and curves I want to dig my nails into. She’s a walking wet dream, and I’m salivating like a dog on Thanksgiving hoping people will accidentally drop food.
“Fuck,” I repeat my sentiment from earlier. She looks good enough to eat.
“See? I told you. Can I have my hoodie back?” She makes a grab for it, but I toss it across the kitchen before turning back to her.
“No. What you did, bear, is lie. I don’t appreciate liars, Bri.” I smirk at her.
“W-What?” Bri asks.
“You heard what I said. A liar. You said I wouldn’t like what I see, but you’re wrong. Do you have any idea how fucking hot your body is? It’s ridiculous how sexy you are. These tits? These curves? I’m having a hard time not devouring you whole right now.”
I lick my lips while staring at her with animalistic hunger burning behind my eyes.
“You’re just saying that. If you were into my body, you’d do something about it. I find it hard to believe you’re that into me.” Bri shrugs. Is she serious right now? How can she not see what I see?
The hand returns to her throat and tightens with enough pressure to not cause too much pain. Bri’s eyes widen not with fear, but lust. I need her eyes on me when I say what I wanna say. I loosen my grip, but keep my hand firm around the base of her throat.
“I want to…so fucking badly. It’s not because I don’t find you hot as hell, but because you don’t find yourself sexy. No amount of me fucking you will fix that. Men don’t define your worth. You do. And until you see just how stunning and amazing you are, we can’t go there.”
She stares at me, jaw on the floor, her cheeks painted with the prettiest blush on them. I’m going to kick myself in the balls for this later, but I have to stick with my plan.
I back away from her embrace, and before she can grab it, I tie her sweatshirt around my waist. I decide to forgo dirtying dishes, deciding to use the now soggy taco wrappers as our makeshift plates.
“Are you joining me, bear? These tacos aren’t gonna eat themselves. There’s just something about eating them out that satisfies me.”
I wink at her, knowing she catches onto the double entendre. She walks over to me in nothing but her bralette and leggings, but instead of digging in, she stares at her food before looking down at her stomach.
