I brush my teeth, dig through my bag to find a hoodie, and put it on over my nightgown then go to the kitchen. Asher is standing near the coffee pot and there is a guy sitting at the island. He’s slim but you can tell that he’s also muscular. His dark brown hair is messy and his face is model perfect with long lashes, dark eyes, and full lips.
He’s looking at me strangely then his eyes drop to my legs. I feel so uncomfortable that I know I’m not going to be able to stand in the same room as him wearing what I have on so I turn and run back to the bedroom. I find my sweats and tank and put them on quickly. When I go back out, the guy is smirking at me but Asher is just smiling. “Come here, baby,” he says quietly, lifting his arm as I walk to him. My face goes into his chest and I feel his lips at my hairline. “November, this is Sven. Sven, November.”
“Hi. Nice to meet you,” I say and he’s looking between Asher and me. I can tell that he is guarded, and that’s okay. I feel the same.
“You too, November.”
I smile at him then look around for Beast. I hear his paw on the door so I leave Asher’s side and slide the door open.
Once again, I’m trampled by my dog. I fall on my butt and he’s licking me and standing over me. I try to push him off but he’s too excited and I’m laughing so hard that tears start to fall from my eyes. Then Beast is pushed away and Asher is there, smiling down at me.
“Baby, we need to get you a smaller dog,” he says, picking me up off the floor.
“He just gets a little excited.” I laugh and Asher runs his nose along mine.
“Beautiful,” he whispers then kisses me softly and puts me back under his arm. He walks me back around the island and I’m in such a fog that I forget for a second that someone else is here with us.
I look up at Asher and smile big, biting my lip and realizing that I could fall in love with him. I look at Sven, he smiles and winks like he’s reading my mind. I smile back.
“Coffee?” Asher asks, giving me a squeeze.
“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.