“Pinch your nipple,” he demands. I do.
“Tell me how it feels.” I hear his breathing speed up, becoming choppy.
“Good. So good,” I whisper.
“Imagine I’m sitting behind you and it’s me fingering you. I’m thrusting one, now two fingers inside your tight, wet pussy, Alyse. My cock is pressing between your ass cheeks, wanting inside. Fucking hell, I want you.”
“Jesus, Asher…” My breaths are now coming in shallow gasps at the sound of his barely restrained voice. My touch brings me closer to the high I need to reach, like an addict. Normally it would take me several minutes and many dirty fantasies to make myself come, but I was already halfway there before I even laid a finger to my aching flesh.
“Tell me you’re close, baby. I want to come together,” he pants.
I whimper. Oh God. That’s all I needed to hear. Imagining Asher on the other end of this phone firmly grasping his thick cock while listening to me get myself off throws me headfirst into an intense climax. I cry out his name as hot sparks shoot from the center of my body outward, heating each limb, flooding my body with pure euphoria.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” his low curses and guttural cries join mine until finally we’re both spent and grow silent, except for our ragged breathing. I’ve sat in the bath so long the water is now chilling. Once the heat from my orgasm abates, I’ll be shivering.
“Alyse.” His rough, gravely voice wraps around me, providing me much-needed warmth.
It takes several moments before I’m able to physically respond. “Hmmm,” is all I can manage.
“Why did it take me so long to find you again?”
My heart stutters and my eyes fly open. I think I felt a little part of my soul pass through the phone line into him. I don’t know how he keeps doing that. A simple word here, a reverent look there. Pretty soon I won’t have any of myself left to hold back, because he’ll have it all. Why him? Out of all the men I’ve dated since Beck, how can Asher Colloway do this to me?
“I wish it didn’t.” That’s probably the most honest thing I’ve said to anyone in a very long time. I’ve often thought of the day I almost lost my virginity to Asher. Instead it was Beck.
“God, I wish I was there with you.”
“Me too,” I tell him softly.
We’re quiet for a minute or two, but it’s comfortable. Relaxing. “You should get out of the bath before you get too cold. I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.”
I want to say so much in response to that. Like, am I really your baby? Don’t you think this is moving way too fast? Are you freaking the fuck out like I am? But I don’t. Instead I say, “Okay.”
“Sleep tight, my sweet Alyse.”
“You too.”
Sitting in the now-cool water, I’m cloaked in goose bumps, but with my body sated and my brain in a whirl, I can’t seem to make myself move. This feels like it’s moving too fast, but at the same time it has been a long time coming. With each passing day and every interaction, Asher burrows further and deeper into my mind and my heart and I have no idea how to stop him.
I don’t even think I want to anymore.
Chapter 9
Asher
I wanted to be in the office when Alyse arrived this morning for her first day, but I have a standing monthly breakfast with my brothers the last Monday of the month that none of us likes to miss unless absolutely necessary. I’d completely forgotten about it until reviewing my weekly calendar last night after what was undoubtedly the hottest phone sex I’ve ever had. Alyse surprised me. And it takes a lot to surprise me. I knew she had a hidden sex kitten underneath that perfectly proper persona.
I intend to explore that further.
Much, much further.
So as much as I wanted to be there with her, I also couldn’t skip tradition. We’re all so consumed with our own lives and our own work that, besides the time I spend with Conn in the gym, this is one of the few times we have uninterrupted brother time together. This is one time we try to keep our discussions personal, leaving work at the door.
For the first time, Luke has joined us.
“Hey, Luke,” I say as he takes a seat. Conn, Gray, and I have been here for at least fifteen minutes. I guess as much as things change, they also stay the same. Luke was always perpetually late. I have to wonder what else about Luke is the same or if his rough life has changed him into a person I’d no longer recognize. He arrived just before dinner on Thanksgiving and took off after I beat everyone’s ass at laser tag. The only time we really got to talk was when we were shooting baskets. Even then it was only surface discussion. He spent quite a bit of time with Mom though, and she was beaming ear to ear until I left on Saturday.