“Yes, please. Can I, um, make breakfast?” I ask, unsure if that might cross a line.
“If you want.” He shrugs.
“Okay,” I say and go about getting everything ready for French toast. Once it’s done, I slide some on a plate for Sven, Asher, and myself. I find syrup and butter and put them out on the counter in front of the guys then grab the coffee pot and fill their cups. Everything has gone silent so I look up and both of them are staring at me like I'm crazy. “Um…”
“You gonna eat, baby?” I nod my head. “Come here, November.” I walk towards him even though I want to run and hide in the bathroom. Once I'm in front of him, he pulls me onto his lap and pulls my plate toward us so mine and his are next to each other then he hands me my fork.
“I can sit on the other stool,” I say quietly.
I feel his lips under my ear. “I want you close.” He kisses my neck and goes about eating and talking to Sven. “I'm taking November to Mom and Dad’s to go four wheeling. I'll call the boys and see if they want to meet there. You wanna go?” he asks Sven. Sven just looks at me.
“You want to go four wheeling?” Sven asks with a look of shock written all over his handsome face.
“Yes! I'm so excited,” I squeal and clap, which makes him and Asher chuckle. “Hey, can I invite Liz?” I turn, looking over my shoulder at Asher.
“Who’s Liz?” he asks.
“I met her yesterday. She owns a store on the square with her mom. She’s really sweet. Some of your harem were there giving her a hard time.” I roll my eyes and I hear Sven chuckle.
“Harem?” Asher questions with his eyebrow raised.
“The girls from the bar that were all gathered around the pool table waiting to be chosen like a bad episode of the bachelor ,” I say, giggling when Asher starts tickling my sides.
“Well, I chose you, so I guess you get my pool stick.”
“Did you seriously just say that?” I ask, scrunching up my nose, laughing. I look at Sven who is also cracking up.
“Call your friend. Just have her meet us there. I’ll give you the address.” He, smiles and kisses my neck.
“Cool,” I say, smiling back.
After breakfast, Asher and Sven leave to load up the four wheelers while I clean up the kitchen and jump in the shower. I’m standing in Asher’s bedroom, wrapped in a towel, when Asher walks into the room. I automatically feel like prey to a very large, very hungry predator.
“Jesus, I feel like I'm living a fucking nightmare.”
“What?” I whisper, feeling uncomfortable all of the sudden, wondering if I read his expression wrong.
“Having you wrapped around me all night, feeling you come around my fingers, now wrapped in a towel and knowing what’s under that shit and not being able to do a damn thing about it is my worst fucking nightmare.”
Oh my God, my nipples go hard and my breath hitches at his words. I want him to do something about it and I am trying not to run across the room. He lunges before I can make a move and I am in his arms with his mouth on mine. I go into an instant Asher fog. He breaks away, shoving his face in my neck.
“Tonight,” he growls, biting my neck then letting me go. He goes straight into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I can hear the shower turn on. I run to my bag and pull out jeans, a plain red T-shirt, and a red lace bra and matching lace cheeky panties. I dress fast and am braiding my hair when Asher comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping down the contours of his body. I am completely lost and know what he was talking about when he said he was living a nightmare. Part of me wants nothing more than to throw myself at him but the other part of me is afraid that once we have sex, he will get bored and lose interest.
“I'm gonna get dressed, baby, so unless you want to watch, you should go wait in the kitchen.”
“I’ll be in the kitchen,” I squeak then walk quickly out of the room.
I call Liz and ask her to come four wheeling. She says she is working at her shop and can’t make it so we make plans to meet up Monday after my meeting with the lawyer.
Asher drives us out to his parents’ house. Everyone is standing outside a huge, steel building when we arrive. They're gassing up the four wheelers and bikes.
I’ve never ridden before, so Asher shows me what to do. I really only hear half of what he says because my excitement is taking over. We take off on the trails around his parents’ place and ride for a couple hours.
Eventually, the guys start racing, so Sven say he will teach me how to ride his dirt bike while Asher is racing his dad. I am practicing my balance when Asher comes around the corner and sees me on the dirt bike. I watch Asher walk over and shove Sven then he slings his hand out in my direction. I can see his mouth moving but I have a helmet on so I can’t hear what is being said.