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He mirrors everything I’ve just done with him. He writes love notes on my skin with his mouth and a touch that is both delicate and demanding. My hands are pinned down, sending a thrill right through me, reminding me that he may be inexperienced when it comes to being with a man but not when it comes to sex or being in control of someone’s body.

When his mouth wraps around my cock, I jerk my hips, wanting more. It takes him a few seconds to find his pace, a rhythm that begins to drive me wild and that hits every nerve ending in my body.

“Fuck. Don’t stop,” I groan, loving the feel of him as he plays with my balls.

When I feel my orgasm building, a selfish part of me is reluctant to tell him because of how damn good this feels, but I’m not an asshole, so I do what he asked.

“Asher, no more. I’ll come otherwise.”

He lets me go with a pop and makes his way up to me. My heart is pounding when he climbs over me. Our kiss is fast as if we haven’t seen each other in a while. Neither of us can get enough.

“I will fuck you,” he breathes. “And when I do, you won’t know what to do with yourself.”

“Can’t wait.”

“But first, I’m going to fuck your dick against mine to give you a taste of what I have in store for you.”

Jesus. Yes, please.

Our dicks are hard against each other as he pins my wrists down on the bed. I’m already going out of my mind with need. I want to feel him everywhere if I can’t have him inside me yet. If he needs this, then I’m happy to take it. I meant what I said when I wanted him to use me. I want him to use me to experience how great this can be—how great I know we can be.

“Holy hell, yes,” I breathe when he starts to shift his hips, rubbing his cock against mine. With each thrust, our bodies mould with each other finding that perfect pace that is driving us to the edge. I’m desperate to touch him, to feel his skin on my hands, his body in my grip. When I try to free myself, he lets go, and I wrap my legs around his thighs to bring him closer as my hands explore every inch of him.

“You are so fucking sexy,” I breathe, chasing my climax. “Come on me. Come on my stomach. Come on my cock. Show me what I did to you.”

His eyes never leave mine as our orgasms hit in unison, coating my skin with our heat as his body quivers over me.

Taking the nape of his neck, I bring him closer, placing my lips against his and kissing him with a passion that sets my heart on fire.

“Wild. Asher Nelson. You drive me fucking wild.”

“Stay,” he whispers. “Stay with me tonight. I want to hold you. I want to kiss you. I want to be with only you. Please. Say you’ll stay.”

Yes. A thousand times, yes.

What I’d give to fuck him right now—to let him know just how much I want him—but this right here is so much more. This connection. It’s so much more because it’s Asher who is in control. It’s Asher who is using my body like I want him to. And if he needs this to get him where he needs to be, then I’ll take anything he gives me a hundred times over.

“I’m right here.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Asher

“My name is Asher, and I have an alcohol addiction.”

I’m no stranger to sitting in front of others and talking about my addiction, nor do I find it hard to admit I have one, but coming here today is different. It somehow feels more important, more meaningful, than any other day I’ve stood up here and said those words.

For the first time in my life, I have a reason: a reason to get out of bed in the morning; a reason to smile a genuine smile instead of a fake one; and a reason to put up the fight against the urge to drink the day away.

And that reason is the man sitting at the other side of the room, watching me with pride in his eyes.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I have a purpose: my purpose is to be the best version of Asher Nelson that there possibly is because that same man deserves nothing less from me. More importantly, I deserve nothing less.

The last couple of weeks have been both mind-blowing and a blessing and it’s all thanks to Wade and those close I have in my life to support and guide me.

Today marks one month since I’ve been sober, and I’d wanted Wade to be here when I got my sobriety chip. Apart from telling those close, we’ve kept our thing between us. We haven’t defined our relationship yet, it’s early days, but we can’t deny our connection. It’s very much alive. We’ve been intimate, we know how each other ticks but we haven’t gotten as far as sex yet. And we’re both fine with that.

Wade knows that the last thing I want is to be rushed into anything I’m not ready for, and I appreciate that more than anything. What we’ve shared thus far has been nothing more than amazing, and that’s all that matters.