Getting started on breakfast, I whip up some pancakes, and the smell has the twins downstairs in no time, lumbering up to sit on either side of Asher at the counter.
“Mmm, Mummy,” Jude hums. “That smells delicious.”
I can’t help it. At Jude’s words, my brows shoot high, but he doesn’t notice as he scrubs his hand over his sleepy eyes.
My gaze darts to Asher, who casually rests back on the barstool, a smirk tugging at his lips before he mouths,‘Mummy.’
Shit.
I spin, giving the boys my back as I try to re-focus on what I’m cooking, and they start chatting about a themed uni party coming up, allowing me a reprieve from Asher and his wicked taunting.
It’s easy to forget about the hit on me and my deadly side hustle when I’m at home with my boys. I don’t even have to be talking to them to enjoy just hearing their voices in the house and glancing up to see their now manly features as they fill the space with their presence.
It’s because of them that I could bear staying with Alexander for so many years. I didn’t need anything more but them. They were my whole world. Even Asher was.
Now, though, things have changed. The twins are older now and spreading their wings, so my nest has been empty… until Asher came back.
I don’t think I ever want him to leave.
I spend the day doing mundane chores, the boys pitching in at times, and other times getting caught up in their gaming or making reels that usually end up in fits of laughter.
Asher doesn’t join in with that part though, never one to put himself out there like that, but his amusement is written all over his face as he enjoys the time with his mates.
It’s a little after lunch when I notice a message on my phone. With the boys preoccupied, I open it to see it’s from Asher.
ASHER: I can still taste you on my lips from last night. It’s driving my cock crazy!
My face heats as I read over it, and glance up to see if he’s looking at me. He isn’t, so I respond, even though I know I’m playing with fire.
LILY: I can still feel your dick buried deep inside me. I’ve been wet all day.
After I hit send, my cheeks flare hotter from anticipation, but also fear.
What if one of the twins spots the message?
I see the moment Asher reads it, his eyes darting up to meet mine across the room with a flare of heat in them.
Worried, I glance at the twins, but they are too consumed with what they are doing to notice, so I return my focus on Asher as I pretend to wipe down the kitchen bench.
My phone lights up with a new message.
ASHER: Fuck, Mummy. I want to lick every drop from your dripping cunt.
LILY: Call me Mummy again, and you’ll never get to taste me. EVER AGAIN!
I smirk as I hit send, and Asher rubs his hand over his mouth as he struggles to hide his smile.
ASHER: Okay, Angel. I hear you loud and clear. BUT it doesn’t change the fact that I’m desperate to feel your thighs wrapped around my head.
“Who the fuck are you talking to?” Ronan’s voice is like a bucket of ice water, and my eyes dart to him, wondering if he’s talking to me.
He isn’t, though. He’s talking to Asher.
Asher doesn’t miss a beat, shrugging nonchalantly, tapping a few things on his screen before pocketing his phone.
“Just flirting on Tinder.”
“Didn’t think Tinder was your jam? Didn’t you say you’re looking for something more meaningful now?” Jude asks, and Asher shrugs.
