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  “I was engaged and found out that my mother had been sleeping with my fiancé during the whole time we were together,” I blurt out and immediately wonder why the hell I said it like that. Why can’t I 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 but if I did I would tell them that it’s really gross. I mean 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. He gently wraps his hands around my neck, 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 to 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.

  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 dragged 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 nightgown 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 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 laid 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 around 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 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.

  I feel the length of him pressed to my core and become instantly wet as his hands travel over my ribs. His thumbs move over the sensitive skin under my breasts and my breathing becomes erratic. My nipples go instantly hard. He sits up and kisses me as one of his hands move to my ass and the other grabs my hair, tilting my head. He tastes so good that my hands go to his head, holding him close. He bends me back so I'm under him. My legs go around his waist and he kisses me deeply then sits back, looking down at me.

  We are both breathing heavily and I want his mouth back. I whimper as I feel his fingers at my hip, running down my thigh. He’s watching them travel over my skin. When his eyes lock with mine, he bends his head and takes my mouth again. His tongue is against mine briefly then moves to my neck, licking and biting. His hand travels up my side to my breast, and I feel the air against my nipple just before his mouth is on me, sucking hard. My back bows off the bed and I hold his head against me, trying to pull him closer. I’m shocked when I feel like I might orgasm just from this.

  I moan and he growls, releasing my breast then attacking my other nipple while his fingers roll and pull the one he just left. My hips lift into his and the friction hits me just right. I shatter into a million pieces, moaning his name as my legs tighten around him. My fingers are gripping his head while I come back slowly.

  Opening my eyes, I see that he’s looking down at me. “Fucking beautiful,” he says, kissing me again. This time, it’s much harder.

  I kiss him back while my hand goes to his stomach. I can feel his muscles tense under my fingers and I drag my nails along his skin. Then my nightgown is gone, over my head, and Asher’s body is covering mine. His chest is against mine, his mouth is devouring mine and I roll him over and straddle his hips. His hips rise up as mine go down and I moan. My head flies back and then his mouth is on my nipple. He rolls me back over and his fingers go inside my panties and press in.

  “Fucking soaked.” He growls and that just makes me wetter. “Jesus, I can’t wait to taste you.” His fingers swirl over my clit and I grab onto his bicep, my head flies back. His fingers fill me so perfectly that my hips lift off the bed.

  I pull his head down to mine and kiss him deeply. “Please,” I beg. I need more.

  “I'm not letting you come again until I can taste you doing it, baby.” I feel my self-contract at his words and he starts sliding my panties down my legs.

  “Yo! Get your lazy ass out of bed.” My head jerks up. “What the fuck,” the person says then I hear barking and growling coming from Beast.

  “What the fuck?” Asher growls then the alarm starts going off. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, rolling off the bed and I sit up
, trying to find my nightgown. He puts an arm on each side of my waist then kisses me like my dog is not about to kill someone and the alarm is not going off. It’s wet and deep and I'm breathing heavily when he pulls away. “Come to the kitchen, baby,” he says, putting a shirt on and walking out of the room. The alarm stops and I jump off the bed, pull my nightgown down over my head, and then run to the bathroom.

  I brush my teeth, dig through my bag to find a hoodie, and put it on over my nightgown then go to the kitchen. Asher is standing near the coffee pot and there is a guy sitting at the island. He’s slim but you can tell that he’s also muscular. His dark brown hair is messy and his face is model perfect with long lashes, dark eyes, and full lips.

  He’s looking at me strangely then his eyes drop to my legs. I feel so uncomfortable that I know I'm not going to be able to stand in the same room as him wearing what I have on so I turn and run back to the bedroom. I find my sweats and tank and put them on quickly. When I go back out, the guy is smirking at me but Asher is just smiling. “Come here, baby,” he says quietly, lifting his arm as I walk to him. My face goes into his chest and I feel his lips at my hairline. “November, this is Sven. Sven, November.”

  “Hi. Nice to meet you,” I say and he’s looking between Asher and me. I can tell that he is guarded, and that’s okay. I feel the same.

  “You too, November.”

  I smile at him then look around for Beast. I hear his paw on the door so I leave Asher’s side and slide the door open.

  Once again, I'm trampled by my dog. I fall on my butt and he’s licking me and standing over me. I try to push him off but he’s too excited and I'm laughing so hard that tears start to fall from my eyes. Then Beast is pushed away and Asher is there, smiling down at me.

  “Baby, we need to get you a smaller dog,” he says, picking me up off the floor.

  “He just gets a little excited.” I laugh and Asher runs his nose along mine.

  “Beautiful,” he whispers then kisses me softly and puts me back under his arm. He walks me back around the island and I'm in such a fog that I forget for a second that someone else is here with us.

  I look up at Asher and smile big, biting my lip and realizing that I could fall in love with him. I look at Sven, he smiles and winks like he’s reading my mind. I smile back.

  “Coffee?” Asher asks, giving me a squeeze.

  “Yes, please. Can I, um, make breakfast?” I ask, unsure if that might cross a line.

  “If you want.” He shrugs.

  “Okay,” I say and go about getting everything ready for French toast. Once it’s done, I slide some on a plate for Sven, Asher, and myself. I find syrup and butter and put them out on the counter in front of the guys then grab the coffee pot and fill their cups. Everything has gone silent so I look up and both of them are staring at me like I'm crazy. “Um…”

  “You gonna eat, baby?” I nod my head. “Come here, November.” I walk towards him even though I want to run and hide in the bathroom. Once I'm in front of him, he pulls me onto his lap and pulls my plate toward us so mine and his are next to each other then he hands me my fork.

  “I can sit on the other stool,” I say quietly.

  I feel his lips under my ear. “I want you close.” He kisses my neck and goes about eating and talking to Sven. “I'm taking November to Mom and Dad’s to go four wheeling. I'll call the boys and see if they want to meet there. You wanna go?” he asks Sven. Sven just looks at me.

  “You want to go four wheeling?” Sven asks with a look of shock written all over his handsome face.

  “Yes! I'm so excited,” I squeal and clap, which makes him and Asher chuckle. “Hey, can I invite Liz?” I turn, looking over my shoulder at Asher.

  “Who’s Liz?” he asks.

  “I met her yesterday. She owns a store on the square with her mom. She’s really sweet. Some of your harem were there giving her a hard time.” I roll my eyes and I hear Sven chuckle.

  “Harem?” Asher questions with his eyebrow raised.

  “The girls from the bar that were all gathered around the pool table waiting to be chosen like a bad episode of the bachelor ,” I say, giggling when Asher starts tickling my sides.

  “Well, I chose you, so I guess you get my pool stick.”

  “Did you seriously just say that?” I ask, scrunching up my nose, laughing. I look at Sven who is also cracking up.

  “Call your friend. Just have her meet us there. I’ll give you the address.” He, smiles and kisses my neck.

  “Cool,” I say, smiling back.

  After breakfast, Asher and Sven leave to load up the four wheelers while I clean up the kitchen and jump in the shower. I’m standing in Asher’s bedroom, wrapped in a towel, when Asher walks into the room. I automatically feel like prey to a very large, very hungry predator.

  “Jesus, I feel like I'm living a fucking nightmare.”

  “What?” I whisper, feeling uncomfortable all of the sudden, wondering if I read his expression wrong.

  “Having you wrapped around me all night, feeling you come around my fingers, now wrapped in a towel and knowing what’s under that shit and not being able to do a damn thing about it is my worst fucking nightmare.”

  Oh my God, my nipples go hard and my breath hitches at his words. I want him to do something about it and I am trying not to run across the room. He lunges before I can make a move and I am in his arms with his mouth on mine. I go into an instant Asher fog. He breaks away, shoving his face in my neck.

  “Tonight,” he growls, biting my neck then letting me go. He goes straight into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I can hear the shower turn on. I run to my bag and pull out jeans, a plain red T-shirt, and a red lace bra and matching lace cheeky panties. I dress fast and am braiding my hair when Asher comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping down the contours of his body. I am completely lost and know what he was talking about when he said he was living a nightmare. Part of me wants nothing more than to throw myself at him but the other part of me is afraid that once we have sex, he will get bored and lose interest.

  “I'm gonna get dressed, baby, so unless you want to watch, you should go wait in the kitchen.”

  “I’ll be in the kitchen,” I squeak then walk quickly out of the room.

  I call Liz and ask her to come four wheeling. She says she is working at her shop and can’t make it so we make plans to meet up Monday after my meeting with the lawyer.

  Asher drives us out to his parents’ house. Everyone is standing outside a huge, steel building when we arrive. They're gassing up the four wheelers and bikes.

  I’ve never ridden before, so Asher shows me what to do. I really only hear half of what he says because my excitement is taking over. We take off on the trails around his parents’ place and ride for a couple hours.

  Eventually, the guys start racing, so Sven say he will teach me how to ride his dirt bike while Asher is racing his dad. I am practicing my balance when Asher comes around the corner and sees me on the dirt bike. I watch Asher walk over and shove Sven then he slings his hand out in my direction. I can see his mouth moving but I have a helmet on so I can’t hear what is being said.

  I stop the bike and Cash holds it up while I get off. I walk towards Asher. His mom and dad are standing to the side while he yells at his friend about how in the hell he let me get on his bike. Hearing what he is saying pisses me off. I'm not some helpless child who needs constant supervision.

  “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.”