Page 21 of Be Your Forever
“Will you help me?” I’m surprised at how strong my voice sounds, not a quiver in sight.
Asher cups my face with his hands, and we remain locked in an intense, slightly sexual staring contest. I refuse to allow self-doubt to slide through the cracks, so I keep my eyes locked on his.
“It would be an honor to help you. I do have one question, though. About the sex thing—” His sentence trails off at the end, and my eyes widen with mortification. Oh, shit, why didn’t I think about that one? I know exactly how it looks to him.
“Oh, yeah, that one. Um, I don’t expect you and I to have sex. I don’t want to put you in an awkward situation. I mean, you’re my brother’s best friend. This has to break some sort of, like, code—” I’m interrupted when his lips crash into mine.
The kiss is beyond passionate. It’s raw. Hungry. It’s pure desperation, and I’m craving more.
I open my mouth, giving him the invitation to deepen the kiss. Our tongues dance together, and I can feel my blood begin to boil. My arms snake around his neck until my fingers grip his hair. The second I pull, he’s lifting me up and walking me to the counter. I flinch briefly from the cool contact of the granite against my thighs. Asher stops, thinking he’s maybe taken things too far, but I’m pulling his lips back to mine. I’m dehydrated, and the only solution is to kiss him. I tug his bottom lip between my teeth and suck. His groan stirs some primal need inside me. A need I haven’t felt in months—if ever. Has kissing always felt like this?
I feel the sensation from my head to my toes. I’m dizzy with want, and if I pay close attention to my feet, they’ll probably hurt from how hard my toes are curling. Asher taps on my thighs—a silent invitation for meto spread my legs. The second he’s between my legs, I lock him in by wrapping my legs around his waist. Asher’s response is to thrust his hips into me, and that’s when I feel it. His dick is pushing against his jeans, and I can only imagine how painful that must be.
I remove one of my hands from his hair. My fingers slowly glide down his chest, feeling the rock hard body underneath. I don’t stop until I reach his cock. My fingers lightly brush against it, coaxing Asher’s hips to thrust forward again, which in turn has my grip tightening.
Holy shit, he feels big. Like,I won’t be able to walk normally for the next twenty-four hourskind of big. It should be illegal to have a dick that huge. I squeeze him through his jeans, and Asher pulls away from my mouth and utters afuck.
“Bear, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come in my pants, and that’s the last thing I want to do.” Asher lets out a breathy chuckle.
We sit in silence, foreheads pressed together as we gasp for air. Holy shit. Did I just play with his dick? While I’m disappointed he stopped us from continuing, I can’t help but smile at the glimpse of the old me. That was hot as fuck. Maybe I’ve just needed to put shit I want to do on a list for it to actually happen. Good to know.
“Baby, I’ve already said fuck the rules. Fuck whatever damn code you think there is. I think it’s great you want to fall in love with sex again. You should enjoy it, but if you use any other man to help you with that task, we’ll have problems. I’m not violent by nature, but being around you has me throwing caution out the window. No man touches you. No other man will help you with that item. No one but me, understand?”
Asher’s hand wraps around my throat, squeezing with just enough pressure to have my nerve endings go haywire. Asher is giving me a hand necklace. I repeat, Asher fucking Larson is giving me a hand necklace. And now my panties are soaked. Who knew possessive men would be such a turn on for me? Who are we kidding, I used to live for morally grey men.
I channel my inner brat and remain silent, testing the waters of just how possessive and demanding Asher will be.
Asher squeezes my throat even more before fusing our lips together. The kiss is everything I hoped it would be, but he pulls away too quickly. His stare is so intense I could come just from looking.
“Answer me. No other man gets to touch you. Only me. Do I make myself clear?”
I lick my lips before responding, “Yes, sir.”
A growl comes deep from Asher’s chest at hearing the title. “Good girl. Now, let's get to work. I’ll prepare the boxes down here while you get the books ready. I need the space before I say screw it and fuck you right here.” Asher squeezes my hips before gently lifting me off the counter.
I briefly lose my balance, but Asher’s grip on my hips prevents me from falling. He looks at me like I’m his favorite meal, making my knees tremble.
He’s off before I have time to process that look. As I make my way upstairs, I can’t help but think about our arrangement. We should probably come up with some ground rules, but honestly, why not live a little dangerously? Afterall, it’s a part of finding myself again. I daydream of all the possibilities, and I can’t help but smile.
Asher
Staring at her with hearts in your eyes
It took all of my willpower to stop myself from fucking her on the spot. That list? Goddamn, my head is dizzy thinking about all the things we could do. I put it all aside for now so I can focus on my visit with Max. My phone chimes with an incoming text.
Cas: Hey
Me: Hey. What’s up?
Cas: Nothing much. Wanted to see what your plans are for today. I have some news to share with you.
Me: I’m actually about to head to Max’s house. You’re more than welcome to tag alongif you want.
Cas: Yeah. I actually have something to tell the both of you, so that makes it easier.
Me: Cool, want me to swing by your place on the way?
Cas: Yeah, that’d be cool, thanks man.
