Undeniably Asher (The Colloway Brothers Book 2)(113)
“My mom’s not too happy we’ll be living in sin,” he jibes and we laugh, knowing it for the lie it is. Barb Colloway is over the moon thrilled that son number two is heading down the aisle soon. She’s made it pretty clear she wants loads of grandbabies. Sooner rather than later. Asher agrees.
“Well we don’t want Barb upset, do we?”
“No, we most certainly do not.”
“I always wanted to get married on a beach,” I say quietly.
“Then that’s what you’ll get, Alyse.” He gently sits me up so I’m looking at him. He’s still tucked inside me and I feel him growing thick again. “I’ll give you everything you want.”
“You already have,” I say, smiling, running a finger down his cheek. “You’ve given me you.”
“I want to give you my name, baby. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
“I’m already yours. You’re an incredible man.” I lean forward to kiss his lips.
“Because of you. Now…a date?”
I’ve already looked at the calendar, trying to plan a date that will be after Livia gives birth, so they can travel. I can’t get married without my sister there. “July twenty-fifth.”
“July twenty-fifth? That’s months away,” he groans, beginning to thrust his hardness slightly, causing my eyes to float closed.
“We need to wait until after our nephews are born and I need time to plan. Find the perfect beach. Buy a dress. All that girlie stuff,” I pant, starting to lose my grasp on coherent thoughts, because all of my attention is now diverted south and focused on the way Asher’s cock is sliding slowly in and out of my very moist sex, each glide reigniting the sensitive nerves again.
“Okay. July twenty-fifth. Then you’ll be forever mine.” He grabs my hips and begins to drive into me slowly this time, his eyes daring me to stop him.
As if.
“I already am,” I tell him on a pleasurable sigh. “I already am.”
Epilogue
One day later…
Alyse
“You doing okay?” Asher asks, hand in mine, even though it’s shaky and clammy. He’s my strength. My rock. My steady.
No. “Yes.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go in with you?”
No. “Yes.”
“What about you, Liv? You holding up?” Asher catches Livia’s eyes in the rearview mirror. I turn my head to see she looks about as sick as I feel and she’s clutching Gray’s hand about as hard as I’m holding Asher’s.
“Good. I’m good.” She’s not.
Asher slows his SUV in front of a nice apartment building in Dearborn. We all sit there in silence, nerves thickening the air to almost claustrophobic levels. I pull at my turtleneck, wishing I’d worn something that didn’t threaten to choke the life out of me, because my own body is doing a stellar job of that on its own. My stomach churns wildly and I’m pretty sure I’m seconds away from having to open the door to vomit the meager contents of my stomach onto the snow-covered blacktop.
“You girls don’t have to do this, you know,” Gray announces. “We can come back another time when you’re ready.” Then I hear him add quietly, “I don’t want you to put any stress on the babies, Livvy.”
“The babies will be fine, Gray. They’re strong like their daddy.”
“No, they’re strong like you, angel. I want to go with you,” he murmurs.
“I need to do this by myself. Please. You’ll be right out here if I need you, right?”
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
“Let’s do this before I change my mind.” As if I haven’t done that fifty times already on the thirty-minute drive here.
We all open our doors, mine with a shaky hand, and within ten seconds Asher has my face in his hands. I grab his waist, holding on for dear life, trying to stop my body from shivering with anxiety. “I love you, baby. I’ll be right here waiting.”
“Thank you for doing this. I know this isn’t…ideal.”
The pained look on his face kills me. “I’m not gonna lie. I don’t like the fact that he’s here and I have to stay outside, but I’m handling it. I trust you.”
I nod just as his lips descend on mine. “You’re mine,” he reminds me.
“Only yours,” I mumble as his mouth takes mine again in a possessive display of ownership.
Forcing myself to break the lip lock, when all I want to do is spend the day getting lost in Asher, I turn to see Livia waiting for me, Gray’s arm protectively around her waist.