Until Series: Box set (14 page)

“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.

“So Asher and me used to skateboard when we were in high school,” Sven says, starting his story. “One time, we were out riding around when Asher fell while trying to do a trick off a set of stairs near the library. Well, he missed his landing and ended up doing the splits down the stairs, hurting his groin muscle. We went back to my house so he could put some ice on it. I was in the kitchen getting ice out for him when I heard him screaming from the bathroom like a damn girl. I ran to the bathroom to figure out what happened. I banged on the door and he didn’t answer. All I could hear was moaning and crying. So, I said fuck it and walked into a scene that, to this day, is still burned into the back of my eyelids. Your man,” he says, looking at me and laughing, “was laying on the floor in the bathroom with a jar of icy/hot He decided to put that shit on his groin, thinking it would help. He got that shit on his balls and almost passed out from the pain.”

I am laughing so hard, I fall backwards off the log that we are sitting on. I haven’t ever had this much fun and I am dirtier than I have ever been in my life. I have mud in my hair, on my face, and all over my clothes. I’m sure I look like a homeless person but everyone else is just as dirty. Even Asher’s mom is covered in dirt. I love all of them and I love Tennessee. The laid-back lifestyle and the friendly people are so different from New Yorkers.

I realize, lying on the ground in the dirt, that I am happy. Really, really happy for the first time in my life. Asher leans over and helps me back up on the log. He puts me back under his arm and kisses my nose, smiling.

“I’m stealing your girl,” Sven deadpans.

“Fuck, no,” Asher says, smiling at him. The guys go back to talking about the jobsite and things they have to get done before the next inspection, while Susan and I plan our trip to Nashville the next day.

“So, I’ll pick you up around nine,” she tells me.

“Okay, sounds good.”

“Twelve, Mom. No earlier,” Asher says, breaking into our conversation.

“Nine,” his mom says, looking at him, daring him to disagree.

“Twelve. Tomorrow is Sunday and we’re sleeping in.”

“Ni—”

“Susan,” Mr. Mayson says in a warning tone to his wife then he pulls her into his lap and whispers in her ear. She melts against him then looks over at me.

“I’ll be there at twelve.” I nod my head in agreement then giggle when she laughs. Apparently, Asher takes after his dad.

I crawl into Asher’s lap and cuddle into him while everyone sits around talking. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, I am being put into the front seat of Asher’s jeep.

“We’ll be home soon, baby,” he whispers and I feel his lips at my forehead. I am back asleep before he shut my door.

I feel the car come to a stop and I lift my head from Asher’s shoulder, where it had fallen.

“Hey, sleepy head,” he says, looking over at me.

“This was the best day ever,” I say, smiling. I grab his face and kiss him hard.

“Yeah,” he says with his eyes running over my face. He kisses my nose and opens his door to let Beast out on his side. I meet him in front of the jeep and we walk into the house with me leaning into his side. I don’t pull away until we are in the living room.

“I’m going to shower,” I tell him and stumble my way to the bathroom. I take off my dirty shoes and socks but am waiting for the water to get hot before I fully undress.

I turn on the shower and feel warmth hit my back and Asher’s hand slides along my belly. I turn my head to ask what he is doing when I catch the look in his eyes. He uses his hands to turn me by my waist, his fingers at the edge of my shirt as a shiver runs down my spine and heat floods my center. He lifts the edge of my shirt and pulls it up over my head. His eyes are on my red lace bra and his finger trace the edge of it. I put my hands up the front of his shirt, feeling his smooth skin. He takes my hands away from his body and puts them on the wall behind his head. Dragging his shirt up and over, his hands then come to the button of my jeans. My stomach muscles contract at his touch. My breaths are becoming erratic from having him this close to me, touching him. Asher touching me. I pray that no one interrupts us this time and quickly move my hands to the front of his jeans.

Without warning, he captures my hands and pulls them away from his skin. Startled, I look up at him. His mouth crashes into mine; his tongue sweeps the seam of my mouth and mine opens under his. My hands grab his head, holding him closer, deepening the kiss. His hands slid down my waist to my ass and he picks me up. My jeans fall to the floor and my legs circle his hips. He walks five steps to set me down on the basin of the sink. His hand go to my hair and he tugs out my hair tie. My hair falls down around me and he wraps a fist in it, tugging my head to the side so he can kiss me harder.

My body is on fire and my panties are soaked. I tighten my legs around him, trying to get some friction to relieve the ache that he created. He growls and pulls his lower body slightly away from me. I whimper and my head falls back against the mirror. His lips trail down my neck, breathing heavily. My thighs start shaking as he kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, to the edge of my lace bra. Then his mouth is sucking my nipple through the lace. The friction is intense. “Asher,” I whimper.

“I know, baby.” Then he sucks harder and I can feel his teeth scrape against my sensitive flesh. His hand travels down my side to the edge of my panties. Near my hip, I feel his finger sliding under the edge and traveling along the inside of my thigh. He is approaching my core and I start panting. His hands and mouth feel amazing on me but I need more.

Biting my lip, I look down at him. It is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. His hand pulls down the cups of my bra then his mouth latches back on. His hand goes to my other nipple, pulling and rolling it between his fingers. My head thrashes then his mouth is back on mine. My hands travel down his back, around to the front of his jeans so I can get his button undone.

I use my toes to shove his jeans and boxers down his hips then I watch as he springs free. His cock is as beautiful as he is. Long and thick. I just want to wrap my mouth around it but I am pinned to the counter. I wrap my hand around him and pump once.

“Shit!” Asher growls and pulls away from my grasp. His mouth is trailing down my body, licking and biting. His hand goes to my panties and he grabs the material at my core and rips it away. “You’re soaked, baby. Do you want my mouth or my cock?” This is such a complicated question.

I want both but all I can say is, “Please.” Then his hot mouth is on me sucking, licking, and consuming me like he is starving. His hands go to my ass, pulling me closer. My hands go to his head, holding him to me. His fingers slide in and I shatter, screaming out his name. My body is shaking. Never have I felt this way in my life. It is one of those mind blowing, body shaking orgasms that everyone talks about. I float slowly back to earth.

When I open my eyes, Asher is leaning over me. “Please tell me you’re on birth control.”

“Yes,” I cry, feeling the length of him against me. Then he slams into me. I scream his name and his forehead drops to my chest and he stills his movements. I roll my hips, trying to get him to give me what I need.

His head comes up. “Don’t move, baby,” he whispers. I watch as he takes a deep breath then he pulls out and slides back in.

My back bows. “Please, Asher,” I cry, digging my nails into his back.

“Hold onto me, baby.”

I grab on to him and wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me to the bed. Once he lays me down, he grabs my hips and slams into me over and over. My head goes back and my eyes close. He is hitting the perfect spot and his fingers are digging into my hips. The pain and pleasure I am feeling is making me cry out with each thrust.

“Look at me,” he growls. My head tips down and he kisses me deeply. I take my mouth away and my head flies against the mattress as I feel myself start to come. “Look at me, November,” he growls again and my eyes come to his. “You don’t come until I come with you,” he says, pounding into me.

“I’m going to come now,” I tell him, feeling my insides tighten.

“Not yet. Hold it.” Oh God, I don’t know if I can hold it. My body is on fire. I bite down on his shoulder, trying to control my orgasm.

“Fuck, come now,” he roars and I feel him swell as my body explodes around him.

I am floating with a million colors dancing around me. My face goes into his neck, my arms and legs tighten around him, holding him close. We stay like this for a long time, just holding each other close. Our breathing evens out and he lifts his head. I pull my face out of his neck.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asks, his eyes searching my face.

“Amazing,” I say, leaning in and kissing him softly.

“Fuck, your pussy is as beautiful as you are.” He tightens his arms around me. “And as sweet as your mouth.” I have never had a guy go down on me before. I thought it would be uncomfortable but it was amazing. All I can do is smile. “What’s that look?” he asks.

“Um, I’ve never done that before. I mean, I’ve done it but never had a guy do that to me.” He starts chuckling. His body is still surrounding me and I can still feel him inside me.

“You’re kidding, right?” he asks. I feel embarrassed and my body goes tight. I look over his shoulder, wondering why I have no filter with him. It is like whatever is on my mind comes out like word vomit.

“We should…um…turn off the shower,” I tell his shoulder. That isn’t a lie. There is steam rolling out of the bathroom.

“Baby, look at me.”

“I’m just saying we don’t want to run out of hot water.”

“November, look at me.” At his tone, my eyes go to his. He cups my cheek in his big palm and kisses me softly. “You never have to be embarrassed. Trust me, I’m fucking thankful that I’m the only one who has gotten to see you like that.” I feel my nose sting and I shove my face in his neck.

“Okay,” I whisper. He makes me feel beautiful and special, like I have known him forever rather than just a few days.

“Now, let’s have a shower,” he says, picking me up. My legs are still around him and I can feel him inside me. The movement causes me to moan. “You’re going to get soapy and play with yourself while I watch.”

“What?” I whisper, feeling nervous and excited.

“You heard me,” he says, nipping my neck. He stands me up in the shower and hands me a bottle of body wash and a sponge. As directed, I get soapy and play with myself. Then, he plays with me. Then, I play with him.

When we get out and dried off, he carries me to bed without bothering with clothes. He wraps his body around mine and we fall asleep. It is definitely the best day of my life.

*

So maybe, I’m
more like my grandmother than I thought. I love shopping as much as the next woman but seriously, it’s almost ten at night and we’re just now heading home from our girls’ day out.

The day started with Asher waking me with his mouth and fingers then he had me get on top and ride him until we both collapsed back into bed, breathing heavily. We made breakfast and drank coffee out on the deck while watching Beast chase wild turkeys around the yard.