Page 14 of April is for Asher

JENNA

He leadsme into the house, but the moment the door closes, he has me pressed against it and his lips on mine. We both moan at the contact that we have both been craving.

Knowing it wasn't just the alcohol messing with my brain and he really is a good kisser is something that will haunt me forever. Now that I’m sober, I know I have never been kissed like this.

I can feel his need and want in this kiss. I've never felt so desired from just a kiss that it has my body on fire. My knees weaken and every touch was like electricity throughout my body, making me ache with need.

His hands run up and down my sides before gripping my sides and hoisting me up. When I wrap my legs around his waist, I expect him to push me against the door, but he doesn't. Instead, he heads toward the dining room, setting me on the large solid table.

Only then does he break the kiss. His eyes lock with mine as he reaches up and runs a finger over my bottom lip, then trails it down my neck, over my collar bone before tracing the neckline of my sweater which shows a hint of cleavage. His breathing picks up, matching mine.

"You are so damn beautiful," he whispers. Then he places both hands on my hips and leans in for a quick kiss. A much too short one before pulling off my sweater and his. Both landing on the floor beside him.

I’m wearing my favorite pale pink lace bra, but it’s too small and my boobs are spilling out of them.

"These have gotten bigger," he says, gently cupping them.

"Pregnancy side effect," I whisper.

"One I definitely like."

He pulls the cups down and sucks on one of my nipples. When he glides his tongue round the hard peak that forms, I can’t stop how vocal I am. Switching to my other nipple, he pinches it slightly, causing a shiver throughout my body.

“They are sensitive too,” he smiles, keeping his eyes on them

Finally, he removes my bra and adds it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Then he takes his time looking at me, which makes my nipples harden to a point and my core tighten.

His eyes run over me, and he smiles before shaking his head and starts to remove his pants. I only get a second to admire him in all his muscled, beautiful, naked glory before he’s standing between my legs again, pulling my pants off. Then he slowly removes my matching pink lace panties, causing me to get even wetter.

When we are both naked, time seems to stop for just a moment. His hands rest on my stomach and in his eyes are delight and amazement at my small baby bump. If I didn’t know this was just a fling, I’d say it’s a look of love.

Taking his time, he kisses me with gentleness, but hot desire. Then he pulls me to the edge of the table, pulling my legs wide. In the next breath, his cock is at my opening. He gently lies me down on the table before slowly sliding inside of me.

I moan, because this is exactly what I have needed. Him filling me, the delicious stretch, and the way he hits that perfect spot inside of me no one has touched before. Add in being extra sensitive from being pregnant and it’s sensory overload. It doesn’t take long until I’m right at the edge.

“You felt good before, but fuck, you feel even better now and I don’t know how it’s possible.” He groans with each glide in and out of me.

“Asher… I,” I can’t even form a full sentence, but he still understands.

“It’s okay baby, I got you. Come for me.”

That little bit of permission has me exploding and convulsing. Asher follows me over before collapsing on top of me. It was only a moment before he stood and scooped me up, carrying me to the bedroom for round two.

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After another round of lovemaking,we ended up in my bed, lying there together. My head was on his shoulder and he was playing with my hair with one hand and his other was propped up behind his head.

We are in this comfortable bubble of the aftereffects of amazing sex. But there is something in the back of my head saying it wasn’t just sex. This was more, even if we are ignoring it.

"Why did you want to be a nurse?" he asks.

"Well, my grandma was a nurse, and she always talked about how much she loved helping people. Then when my sister was little, she got really sick, and we spent a lot of time in the hospital, which was hard on me. Even though I knew she was ill, I didn't fully grasp what was going on. The nurses were there to help her and me. As I got older and understood more, it just stuck with me."

When it’s quiet like and I snuggle even closer to him, I can hear his heartbeat and every breath he takes.

"How did you start with the Mustang Refuge?" I ask him.

"Well, I was a large animal vet on the rodeo circuit. You know that. During the season, I didn't have a home base and was living out of my truck and trailer. That gets old fast. One thing I knew was that I wanted to settle down, but had no idea where. While on the PBR rodeo circuit, we did a rodeo in Billings. A few days later, there was another rodeo just outside Whitefish. But the vet was out sick and they asked me to fill in. I agreed and heard some people talking about the mustang refuge going up for sale. At the time, the vet who was doing the rodeo owned it."

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