“I was engaged and found out that my mother had been sleeping with my fiancé during the whole time we were together,” I blurt and immediately wonder why the hell I said it like that. Why I couldn’t just keep my damn mouth shut. “I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have told you like that. It’s just…I know how you feel. Well, not that I have sisters that have had sex with the same guys as me but if I did, I would tell them that it’s really gross. Who does that?”
I feel his body start shaking and I wonder what the hell could be funny about this conversation. “Are you laughing?” I feel his body still and he takes his face out of my neck and holds it in his hands, running his nose along mine.
“I'm not letting you go, November.” His eyebrows pull together and I can see something working behind his eyes. It looks like hope but I don’t know him well enough to be sure.
“Just try and trust me, okay,” I say, watching my finger travel across his bottom lip. He places his forehead against mine again and doesn’t say anything for a long time. What is he thinking?
“I'm gonna try,” he says softly, taking a deep breath.
“I'm going to try too, you know?” I say, trying to lighten the mood. “I feel like I have a lot of competition to deal with. All those women constantly throwing themselves at you.” He opens his eyes and looks at me seriously.
“I promise that it’s you, only you, for as long as this lasts. Now, we need to pick up the pizza so get your ass in the jeep.” And just like that, the conversation’s over and he’s pulling me off the sink and onto my feet. He kisses my nose and walks out of the bathroom, leaving me there with his words replaying in my head.
It’s you, only you.
I smile to myself in the mirror and walk out to the living room. I grab my bag then get my ass in his jeep.
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I wake up wrapped around Asher. My thigh is over his, my arm is across his waist and his arm is holding me close. Last night, after we got the pizza, we came back to his house, put in a movie and lounged on the couch while we ate. Then he moved the pizza box, got us both another beer, and stretched out with his bare feet up on the coffee table and dragging me by the hand until I was pressed into his side with my leg wrapped over his thigh and my arm around his waist, holding my beer and my head on his chest. After the movie, we got up and Asher pushed me toward the bedroom, telling me to get ready for bed and that he would let Beast out.
I did my normal nightly routine, brushed my teeth, moisturized, took my hair down and brushed it out. I dug out my pajamas. This time it was a night gown with slim straps and a built-in bra. The cotton material gathered under the breast and went to above the knee. It was cute and not too sexy for sleeping with a new boyfriend. Well, I thought so anyways until Asher walked in. “Jesus,” he mumbled and I watched in fascination as his eyes got dark.
Without saying anything else, or touching me at all, he pulled out something from his dresser then went into the bathroom and closed the door. As soon as the door closed behind him, I ran to the bed and jumped in, pulling the blankets up around my waist. Then I reached over to turn on the lamp. When he came back out, he was shirtless and wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants that looked hot on him. They hung low, showing the v of his hips and I could I feel my mouth water just watching him.
He turned off the bedroom light then walked to the opposite side of the bed and got in. I sat there for a second then leaned over and turned off the light next to me. I lay down and pulled the covers up over my shoulder. The next thing I knew, I was being pulled across the bed, my back to Asher’s front, his arm around my waist and his legs bent into mine. He moved my hair off my shoulder gently.
“Night, baby,” he whispered then kissed me where my neck and shoulder met.
“Night,” I whispered, cuddling closer and listening to his breathing even out. I felt his body relax a few minutes later and I quickly followed him to sleep.
I place my nose against his ribs and take a deep breath, absorbing his smell. It’s earthy and spicy and all Asher. I feel his hand flex on my hip where he’s holding me and I scoot closer. Suddenly, I'm on my back, looking up at his face. Rumpled with sleep, he’s still beautiful.
“Morning.” His voice is scratchy and rough and does serious stuff to my insides. His eyes are warm as he leans down and kisses me softly. Moving his face away, he holds my face in his hands.
“Morning.” I breathe deeply, looking up at him and wondering what he’s thinking. “Are you okay?”
“I like waking up to you.” I don’t say anything back but I can feel my face get soft. I like waking up to him too. “So what do you want to do today?” he asks as he nuzzles my neck. I wrap my leg around his hip and my arm on his back, feeling the hardness of his muscles and the smoothness of his skin.
“Will you take me out on your four wheeler?” I ask. He lifts his head and smiles down at me.
“How about we load ’em up. Mom and Dad have two hundred acres and a few ponds on their property. I’ll call the guys and see if they want to go four wheeling.”
“Oh my God, yes!” I scream excitedly then I roll him over, straddling his hips. I bend down and kiss him quickly then go to jump off him and the bed but I'm held down by his hands at my hips. I look at his face and see his eyes are dark and hooded. I know I'm in trouble when his hands slide from my hips, down my thighs, and up under my nightgown.