“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.
Chapter 5
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.
I stop the bike and Cash holds it up while I get off. I walk towards Asher. His mom and dad are standing to the side while he yells at his friend about how in the hell he let me get on his bike. Hearing what he is saying pisses me off. I’m not some helpless child who needs constant supervision.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. I look around and notice everyone is watching.
“What the hell are you thinking?” Asher glares at me. “That bike is too big for you. Do you realize you could be seriously hurt?”
“Are you serious?” I ask, looking at him like he grew a third eye. I can hear the guys chuckling behind us.
“Deadly fucking serious,” he growls.
“You listen to me, Asher. You are not the boss of me. I’m going to learn how to ride a motorcycle and then I’m going to buy one so I can ride it whenever I want, and there is not a damn thing you can do about it,” I say, poking him in the chest.
“Fuck, no, you’re not.”
“My dad’s teaching me on his next day off,” I say, smiling sweetly.
“Baby, I’m telling you right now, if you think I’m going to let you ride, you’re crazy.”
“And, baby,” I say sarcastically, “I’m telling you that I don’t need your permission to do anything.”
“We’ll see,” he growls then pulls me into his chest and kisses me hard with tongue while everyone watches. When he brakes the kiss, I am in such a fog that I don’t even yell at him for kissing me in front of his parents. He puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his side. I look around and everyone is smiling. I am wondering what the hell just happened. We were arguing then we weren’t…is that normal?
“Alright, kiddos. Let’s go eat,” Asher’s mom calls loudly. I start giggling and Asher just looks down at me, smiling.
“What?” I shrug my shoulders. “She makes me feel like I’m five years old.”
Asher’s mom makes amazing BBQ pulled pork in her crockpot then toasts giant potato buns and loads them with meat. She even makes sweet potato fries and homemade coleslaw. It is delicious.
We sit around a large fire pit, drinking and eating, then she brings out marshmallows, graham crackers and chocolate bars so we can make smores. It is perfect.
I am tucked close to Asher with my belly full and my favorite hard apple cider in my hand. Life can’t get any better than this. The guys start telling stories about tricks they played on each other when they were younger and other stupid things they did.