Page 11 of April is for Asher

Once we are finished, the tiredness from the day sets in and I can't stop the huge yawn if I tried.

"Why don't you head to bed? You had a long day. Get some rest and try to sleep in. I'm just going to finish up out here and then go read."

"I think I will. It's been a long time since I've gotten to sleep in," I tell him.

Smiling, he walks me down the hall to my room.

"I'm really glad you are here," he says, running his hand down my arm before leaning in and placing a kiss to my forehead.

When he goes back toward the kitchen, I stand there stunned for a moment before walking into my room. In a daze, I get ready for bed. When I finally lie down on the bed, I just stare at the ceiling.

I think about everything Asher has done since he found out I was pregnant. He treats me better than my sister's new husband treats her. Does that mean this is all an act? How long do they say a person can put up an act before their true self starts to slip through? Six months? Great, just as the baby is born.

But even as a one-night stand when he thought he'd never see me again, he was like this. Caring and thoughtful and so damn sexy. Before I know it, I'm reliving that night all over again and I'm hot and turned on.

These pregnancy hormones are killing me! All day long, I was pretty aroused all day and now this. Looking over at the door, I can see it isn't locked. When he came to get me for dinner, he didn't walk in. Something tells me he's more of a wait to be invited in kind of guy.

What the hell. Turning off the light, I reach under the blankets, trailing my hand over my soft sweatpants. I can already feel how wet they are and I just put them on.

Sliding my hand in to my sweatpants, I barely brush my clit and have to bite my lip from moaning out loud. It feels so damn good. I want to draw it out. Though I really want to increase my pleasure, I don't want to chance getting caught. Spending all day with Asher has been teasing enough that I want to throw caution to the wind.

Picturing him above me that night, his eyes locked on mine, and the feeling of him sliding in and out of me makes me even wetter. In no time at all, my orgasm is right on the edge.

Then I focus on my clit, giving myself the perfect amount of pressure to spiral me toward the release I'm chasing. Taking the pillow, I put in on my face just as my orgasm crashes through me, making me cry out. Hopefully, the pillow masked the sounds. After I come down, relax, and catch my breath, I move the pillow.

Staring at the ceiling, I think to myself, this is going to be a long six weeks.

I pull the pillow on my face with my other hand just as my orgasm rushes through me and I try to keep quiet.

I pull the pillow off my face and stare at the ceiling again, trying to catch my breath.

CHAPTER6

ASHER

"Dammit!"I say as I once again hear those sexy as sin moans in my head from last night.

As I was walking by her door to go to bed, I heard her in there cry out. I had to brace my arms on the door frame to keep myself from going in there to take care of her. But I listened to every last sound until her breathing evened out and I was sure she was asleep.

Then I went to my room and took a cold shower, which didn't help. Neither did the multiple times I came in my own hand. I don't know when I fell asleep, but I know I was hard when I did.

When I slept, I dreamt of those sexy moans. The same ones she made that amazing night we had together. In my dream, I hadn't stayed outside that room and was going to get another hot and sexy night with her. Only I woke up just as I was about to slide into her.

Another cold shower and jerk off session later, I'm now trying to make us breakfast. Unfortunately, I'm painfully hard again.

"Are you okay?" Jenna's soft voice asks from behind me.

Taking a moment, I breathe deeply while willing my cock to go down. Once, I have myself under control so I don’t scare her, I turn around.

"Yeah, just a rough morning. I have to head to the refuge and prepare for our annual Easter egg hunt. So I wanted to make sure I made you breakfast before I left, since you will be on your own for lunch."

Turning back to the eggs on the stove, I need to make sure I don't burn them.

"I'd like to go with you if that's okay?" she asks. Then she bites her lip like she's nervous I will say no.

"Of course, it's okay. But are you sure you don't want to stay here and relax for the day?"

"If I stay here, I will think of everything I have to do for the move, and all the things I still have to get for the baby. I will stress myself out even more. Plus, I want to see what you do and help out if I can." She shrugs like it's no big deal, but really it is.

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