Page 91 of Be Your Forever
“Asher, oh fuck. It’s too much,” I whimper.
“Don’t you dare stop. I want my chin drenched in your cum. Come for me, baby.” My vision blurs and a metallic taste fills my mouth from biting down on my lip too hard. Asher’s paying attention to my clit like there'll be a test and he needs to ace it. His tongue swipes up and down my slit a few times before removing himself between my legs. His chin glistens with my cum, just like he wanted.
“You do so well with me between your legs. Such a good girl for me.” He kisses both of my cheeks before planting a lingering one to my forehead. Asher slides my sweats up my body before pulling me into him. Well, that’s one way to replace the bad memory these sweats hold for me. That’s the last thought I think about before I drift off into a peaceful sleep.
Asher
You’re too sexy to resist
Bri’sdeflatingtheairmattress while I pack away the snacks from last night and prepare breakfast. I’d call last night a success, and not just because I ended our date with my head between her legs. Sleeping with Bri under the stars is an experience we’ll be repeating. She absolutely loved it; her entire being glowed with happiness.
I’m flipping our pancakes when I feel Bri’s arms wrap around me. She smells like apple crisp and vanilla ice cream, and I want to say fuck breakfast and devour her whole. But Xander is due any second now to go over the plans he drew up for our bookstore.
Our bookstore.
I can’t get over the fact that this is about to become reality. A dream I didn’t realize I wanted until Bri shared hers with me. I love creating new drink recipes—I have since college. When I moved from the dorm to a shared apartment with my roommates, our place was party central. And not because we were these frat boys who loved to party. Word got around that I could make one hell of a drink, and once the news spread, we became the go to.
After Gage and I dropped out of college, we took a few mixology classes and loved them. It's there that I learned I had a special skill. I’m able to look at a person and find them the perfect drink. For Bri? Anytime I look at her, I see her as a bourbon cherry old fashioned. Her personality is bold and spicy. Mixed with the tangy cherry taste, and it’s perfect for her. Her eyes light up when she gives people a book recommendation. Mine light up watching them take the first sip of their drink with a satisfied smile. The fact that Bri and I are taking both of our passions and combining them? I just know we’re gonna be unstoppable.
“Good morning,” I can feel the zing from Bri’s lips through my t-shirt.
“Good morning. Your iced coffee is sitting in the fridge along with a banana nut muffin.”
“Keep treating me like this, and you may end up waking up with my lips wrapped around your cock every morning.” Bri chuckles, the vibration floating from her chest through my back.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that. Sounds like a kickass way to wake up. Don’t let me hold you back, bear.”
Bri’s head is buried in my back, and I hear her slow, deep inhale. “How do you smell so good all the time? Like cinnamon and leather. It makes me want to buy all the candles with those scents just so I can smell it all the time.”
I let out a laugh before squeezing one of her hands in mine. “I could say the same thing. You smell like dessert, and I just want to eat you whole.”
“Nothing’s stopping you. I love when you eat me out. Best feeling ever!”
“Annnnd I’ve lost my appetite,” Xander exclaims from the back door. I could be in a room full of people, but if Bri’s with me, everyone fades into the background. This isn’t the only time my brother has walked in on a conversation like this.
“Ever heard of knocking?”
“Dude. I rang the doorbell three times before walking around the back of the house. It’s not my fault you left both the gate and back door open.” He turns to Bri to greet her. “Morning, Bri. You look extra glowy this morning.” I toss a glare at my brother just in time to see him winking at her.
“Fuck off, Xander.”
“Love ya, too, bro. I have the plans drawn up if you want to see them, but I can come back later if y’all wanna have some alone time.” I love my brother to pieces, but sometimes, I wouldn’t mind strangling the bastard. This is definitely one of those times.
“Oh, you have them drawn up already? I feel like I just asked you about it.” Bri squeals while she goes to hug my brother.
“Once I heard you guys talk about what you wanted to do, my mind couldn’t let it go. Ideas and visions about what it could look like flooded my mind, so I ended up drawing it out. I have, like, seven drawings in this folder.” Xander pulls a red folder from his briefcase.
Sometimes, it’s hard to come to terms with the man who’s in front of me. For years, he was a complete asshole, lost in his own addictions. I enabled him for far longer than I should have, which only made our relationship worse. We had a huge falling out and didn’t end up talking to each other for years. I spent a lot of time working through my own thoughts and feelings in therapy. Honestly, without therapy, I don’t think I’d be where I am today. And I sure as hell wouldn’t be working behind a bar, let alone owning one. I was so afraid that I’d turn out like my brother if I touched a drop of liquor. I guess a part of me still holds onto that fear because I haven’t been drunk in years—not since college. It’s the only way I can maintain a healthy relationship with alcohol.
When my brother got sober, things weren’t magically fixed. We had to work through a lot of anger and resentment in order to get to where we are now. And seeing him with a passion for something other than drinking is amazing. He went from having a bottle as an accessory to a briefcase, and I couldn’t be more proud.
“Ah, I'm so excited. Let me get changed and I’ll meet you at the table. Asher, make sure your brother has a plate of food, too. I don't want to be rude and eat in front of him.” She kisses my cheek before hightailing it up the stairs.
“Yeah, brother. Don’t be a dick and eat in front of me.” I roll my eyes, and before he has a chance to head to the table, I grab his arm.
“Hey. I’m proud of you, man. I know working through your shit isn’t easy, but I admire how you work just a little harder every day. You’ve come a long way in the last few years, and I just want you to know that I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks, man, I appreciate it. Yeah, being sober isn’t for the faint of heart. It’s still a struggle every day. While I still can’t trust myself to go into a bar, I’m excited to help you with this project. Yeah, you’ll have alcohol there, but it’s the setting that’s different. I’m proud of you, too, ya know. You didn’t let my mistakes turn you bitter or ugly. You also didn’t fall into the same trap I did. You’re a better man than most, Ash.”
