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“Hold on just a second, when have you seen Asher naked,” I ask, a little put out by the thought that Everly and Asher have—
“Oh, no, no, I don’t mean like that. But I see the idea pissed you off, so that answers that question.”
I don’t reply because what would be the point. My reaction was more than obvious to how I feel about Asher.
“He has a tattoo, Kenz. I think he has a couple actually. Got them after you left. Anyway, you didn’t answer the second part of my question, tongue piercing?”
Contrary to what I just said about tattoos not being my thing, an image of Asher with a tattoo flashes in my mind, and I can’t say I don’t get a little flutter at the idea. It’s seems it’s not the tattoos that don’t appeal to me but the person wearing them.
When I tell Everly that I’ve never been with a guy who has his tongue pierced, she delights in telling me that it’s the most intense orgasm she’s ever had. The whole time she talks about the one night stand she had when she visited Virginia Beach last year, I get the impression my strait-laced best friend from high school isn’t as pure as she likes to think. It would explain her attraction to Jason. Everly has a thing for the bad boys.
* * *
I wake aroundseven thirty and go for a jog but avoid the lake not wanting to see Asher. Everly’s little info dump about Asher and his tatts must have stuck in my mind because, like so many times before, I woke with my hand between my legs and on the brink of orgasm.
But it seems other forces are at work that are determined to put Asher in my path at every damn turn.
I take the path to the bridge, planning to go back down past the old mill. As I round the bend, I slam into something solid that knocks me on my ass. A loud oomph exhales from my lips as I land in the dirt, jarring my bruised body and making me wince.
I look up, then drop my head, giving it a shake and unable to stop the words that tumble free when I see the reason I now have a bruised ass to add to the mix. “For the love of god, why are you punishing me?”
There’s a deep chuckle, then a hand appears in front of me. Tilting my head to look up at him again, I take in the sweat covering his brow and watch as a droplet runs down the side of his face to his sweat-soaked t-shirt. A throat clearing breaks my obvious, even to the blind, eye-fucking. I slap my hand into his outstretched one. The second his giant hand closes around my delicate one, I’m pulled up to my feet, only he doesn’t stop there. No, he tugs on my hand again, pulling me into him. It was gentle enough that I could have resisted, but I didn’t. I ignore the twinge of pain the move causes in my ribs because now I’m standing so close my breasts rub against his muscular chest replacing any pain with something of an entirely different kind, and I have to tip my head back to look at him properly. He looks tired, but it doesn’t detract from how fucking gorgeous he is, or the light in his gaze.
“I’d be offended by that comment if I didn’t know better,” he drawls, confident in his assumption that there is nothing punishing about being here pressed up against him. However, I think my libido and the reawakened throb between my thighs would strongly disagree. The relief brought by my own hand this morning doesn’t seem to have relieved anything at all. If anything, it’s only increased my need.
“You don’t know anything,” I snap, irritation and a healthy dose of frustration bleeding through my words.
His grip on my hand loosens, and I think he’s going to release me. Instead, he changes his hold, moving it to my wrist, before twisting my arm behind my back, forcing me forward further.
“Your words don’t tell the whole story, Kenzie. But your body? It tells me everything.” His words rumble over me like a soft caress as his rough, stubble covered cheek brushes against mine. I can feel his heart pumping inside his chest, and there’s no way in hell I could miss the hard bulge of his cock pressing up against my abdomen.
“What are you doing, Asher?” Every bit of bite I try to infuse in my words melts away as he takes hold of my other arm, pushing it behind me to meet the other one. Holding them both in one hand, he brings his free hand to my chin and grips it, raising my head at the same time.
“What I’m doing is showing you that nothing has changed. Not when it comes to you and me.” He lowers his lips to mine, his tongue warm and wet as it slides over the seam of my lips, then he presses them to mine.
If the kiss didn’t slay me, his next words do.
“The first time I ever kissed you, right here on this bridge, was the day you became mine. Now, it’s a kiss to remind you who you belong to, Kenzie.”
I struggle against his grip, but I know deep down it’s half-hearted. Along with the body language course Charlie made me do, she also had me do a self-defense course. I could break out of Asher’s hold in a hot minute. The fact I don’t tells me more than I’m ready to admit.
“I don’t belong to any—” He releases me, shocking me into silence as he bends and picks me up bride style. “Ash, what the fuck are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer and instead just marches off the bridge back in the direction he came from. I know exactly where he’s going, and my whole body shivers at the thought.
There’s a barn that was converted into a small house years ago but has been empty for even longer just before the old mill. It’s where we used to shelter from the rain or hideout as kids and later make out.
The door, which is hanging from one hinge, creaks as he shoves it open with his foot.
“Put me down, Ash,” I demand, and to my surprise he does, but not on the floor. Instead, my ass hits something solid, and I realize he’s put me on some sort of table or counter. I don’t get the chance to look and see because he steps right between my legs, pushing them wide to accommodate his size, and grasping my thighs in a bruising grip that sends a flutter of desire racing along my skin.
I open my mouth to yell and scream at him for dragging—okay carrying me in here, but still, behaving like a damn cave man, but he stops any chance of talking. His lips crash down on mine, and I’m completely at his mercy.
Why the hell does the thought of that get my blood racing and my pussy screaming out ‘yes’? Any fight I had lasts all of thirty seconds as his hand slides inside my top. He quickly seeks out and frees my breasts by pushing my sports bra up. The cool, damp air hitting my peaked nipples only adds to the heat coursing through me, hardening them impossibly more, begging for the bite of pain that I know he’s capable of. And like he can read my mind, he breaks the kiss to do just that. Shoving my top up and out the way, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, biting down just enough to feel the sting. I claw at his back, gripping his head to me and tilting my hips up, seeking some friction to ease this ache.
“Fuck, Kenz. I need more,” he growls, sliding his hand up my thighs to the waistband of my leggings, pulling at them as I lift my ass up. Barely getting them past my knees, he raises my legs, pushing my knees back and forcing me to drop to my elbows on the top behind me. “Fuck. Me,” he grinds out, jaw clenched tight. He runs a thumb up my slit, pausing over my bud and circling it briefly before he draws his thumb away. I watch as he sucks it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Then I almost come as he growls, “Mine!”
I whimper then reach out, grabbing the front of his t-shirt and yanking him to me. “If I’m yours, show me,” I whisper silkily against his lips, then swipe my tongue over his lips. I can taste myself on him, and it makes me wild with need. The action causes him to growl low in his throat as he quickly frees himself from his shorts. My mouth waters at the sight, and my pussy weeps with the need to be filled with Asher’s rock-hard cock. He gives himself a couple of firm strokes, rolling his hand over the crown.
