“Not yet. Together,” he says, lifting my hips higher.
“Asher,” I cry.
“Fuck!” he shouts, pounding harder. My head flies back. “So fucking beautiful.” His words make me hotter. I bite my lip, trying to keep from coming without him. His hands leave my hips and travel down to my breast, pinching my nipples. I’m trying so hard to hold off my orgasm that I can taste blood from where I’m biting my lip.
“Now.” His words are like a trigger. I go off, feeling myself shatter into a million pieces. Two more stokes and he follows behind me, his mouth finding mine as he swallows my scream. I can feel myself convulsing around him. I tighten my limbs, holding him closer.
“Please don’t leave me,” I breathe, not ready to be separated from him.
“Never, baby,” he says, and I know the emotion behind his words means more than just right now. He spends time kissing my jaw, neck, and lips. After a few minutes, he slides out and I feel the loss of him right away.
“We have to get ready, baby,” he whispers, his lips close to mine.
I pout out my bottom lip. “I don’t wanna.”
He grins and bites my lip. “Sorry. Ma will kick my ass if we don’t show.”
“Fine.” I continue pouting then I realize my hair is going to take forever to fix. Plus, I have to find all the rollers and clips that flew out of my hair. “You ruined my hair so I’m no longer taking the blame for being late.”
“You love me, baby?”
“Yes,” I whisper, melting under him.
“Good,” he mumbles. He kisses my nose then slides off the bed, pulling me up with him. “You need to hurry your ass up, baby. Don’t wanna piss Ma off,” he says, smacking said ass.
“Whatever,” I mumble, walking into the bathroom. My boyfriend is hot; he loves me, and I just had a really great orgasm. Even he can’t piss me off right now.
I look up to see Asher watching me. I’m sitting on the floor with his cousin’s baby girl, Emma, holding her little hands as she bounces on my thighs. She is so perfect. Her cheeks are chubby and her little lips are so kissable. Holding her makes me want a baby of my own. I wonder if Asher even wants kids. He would be a great dad. I’ve seen him with the kids in his family and they all love him. I look away, not wanting him to read my face. Emma giggles and grabs my hair, trying to pull it into her mouth.
“No, sweet girl. You don’t want to eat that.” I untangle my hair from her hand, and then tickle her, making her laugh louder. There is nothing better than hearing a baby laugh. There is something so pure and beautiful about it.
“You’re really good with her.” The rough voice startles me, and I look up to see a guy I’ve never met before standing over me.
“Um, thanks,” I say, wondering who he is. He’s about as tall as Asher but more bulky. His black hair is a little long, but it works for him, wisping out around his face in a messy ‘I don’t give a crap’ kind of way. His tan skin makes the golden color of his eyes stand out even more. He has full lips and a few days’ worth of stubble on his jaw that is angled perfectly. He’s not dressed up like most of the people here. He has on a pair of light jeans and a plaid shirt. I look away from him and back down to Emma, who is staring up at this guy, completely fascinated by him. I don’t blame her. He is very good-looking. But he also has a vibe about him that seems almost dangerous.
“Kenton,” the guy says.
“Sorry?” I say, looking back up at him.
“Name’s Kenton.”
“Oh, nice to meet you. I’m November.”
“Pretty name. Never seen you before.”
“I’m—”
“She’s mine,” Asher says, walking up with a beer in his hand.
“Shit, man. I didn’t know you were here. How are you?” They do a man hug and I stand, bringing Emma with me. When I get to my feet, Asher pulls me to him, tucking me under his arm.
“I’m good. Ma would have my balls if I tried to skip out on Christmas Eve.”
“True.” Kenton chuckles, looking between me and Asher. “So, this is your girl?” he asks in disbelief and I giggle. Everyone is always so surprised that Asher has a girlfriend.
Asher looks down at me and smiles. Then, he kisses the top of my head. “Yeah, she’s mine.”
“Do you know how many hearts are breaking?” he asks, looking at me.
“Trust me, I know.” I roll my eyes at him. I have become public enemy number one around here. You would think I went to the homes of all these chicks and personally stole their most treasured possessions.