“I will taste you,” he would demand, breath hot against my most sensitive area, followed quickly by an unrelenting tongue. He gave everything he did such intense focus and determination. This would be no different. Generous lover. He wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t slow, until I was a writhing, begging
When I told Asher I was busy tonight, I should have expected the follow-up messages. ??? With what? With who? I tried my best to ignore him. I checked every message as it came it, but I forced myself not to reply. I didn’t trust myself not to immediately cave and tell him everything. He wo
I jumped off the bench. I had an excuse primed, ready on my tongue. I swallowed it when I heard a low, dangerous growl behind me. “You have the worst timing,” Joseph grumbled, rising to his feet. “Tell me, which one of my friends told you where to find me?” A familiar presence walked to my side.
Asher Cynthia wasn’t willing to believe my word alone about Joseph. Fine. I would figure out what he was up to and prove it to her. Over the past few days, I’d been noticing Joseph spending more time with the hockey team. Even today, as I was walking through the lounge in the athlete’s dorm, he
“I see I’ve given you a lot to think about,” Joseph said, smug. “Try not to hurt yourself.” I growled in reply, low and warning, and his eyes went wide again. He stepped back too quickly and tripped over a chair. Immediately, he jumped to his feet and all but ran from the room. I had thought t
Another night, I was again cheering at one of Asher’s hockey games. A sober aura hung among the crowd. Since the typical second-line right winger was out with injury, they’d brought up someone from the fourth line. That empty fourth line spot was then filled in by an unknown. Asher hadn’t seemed
“First with the injury, and now this. They knew our plays. Coach insisted he had the playbook locked up. No one should know our plays, unless…” I was pleased he was sharing his worries with me. I felt special, as his confident. But I worried too. I didn’t want Asher to be in danger. And he just
Follow your heart, Nicole had told me once. I remembered those words now, watching Asher trapped in his own intense anger. “Cynthia?” Joseph asked. He was waiting for his answer. My heart wanted to stay with Asher. How could I leave him alone as he was? Whatever Joseph wanted to talk about c
“Please.” That all sounded so good. I wanted it. I wanted everything. He stood to kick off the rest of his clothes. I watched, my mouth watering as he exposed his dick. He was so big, so hard just for me. Carefully, he moved me how he wanted me, stretching out my legs farther, and then slipped
Asher guided me back into the bedroom. As I stood near the bed, he walked behind me and slowly tugged down the zipper of my dress. His knuckles traced the newly-revealed skin inch by inch, following down the length of my spine. When the zipper had lowered as much as it could go. He spread his hand
I held my breath as Dylan threw the first punch. Asher dodged back and Dylan’s fist flew through the open air. Asher then stepped forward, ready to retaliate. Dylan backpedaled, placing a few feet between them again. In a flash, Dylan moved close again. His speed was lightning-quick. I barely even
“’Might?’” He squeezed me gently. “It will be fine. Trust me.” I did trust him, with my life and more. But… this was my brother. My brother and the love of my life were about to fight a challenge with yet unknown terms that would undoubtedly involve me and my baby. I couldn’t help but be a b
I opened my mouth to begin to explain, but the truth seemed worse than even Dylan’s worst assumptions. No, Asher isn’t the father of my baby. The father is actually a terrible person who is now in prison. But Dylan wasn’t waiting for me to figure out a softer way to explain, and Asher was no hel
On the evening of the Academy’s winter dance, I slipped into my shining purple gown and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. Gone were the days when I could pass as not pregnant. Now, my bump was a distinctive round bulge, pressing out the front of my gown – which I had bought in the materni
“I… um…” I had no idea how to answer Dylan. Panic set in, sending my heart into overdrive. Should I admit to Asher being beside me? It was getting late at night. Surely Dylan would have follow-up questions. Like, why was Asher in my room after dark. “Oh, shit, I have to go,” Dylan said suddenly.
Asher’s words stole my breath away. For a long moment, I simply stared at him, desire coiling inside of me. He stared back, his blue eyes deep as the ocean. I swallowed thickly. I couldn’t wait to go home with him and see all of his promises in action. Nancy cleared her throat from the doorway.
The real Asher was safely behind the line of fake wolves. He glanced back at me in concern. I understood his worry. Holding this many projections was a strain. But I was done running. I was done standing back. Joseph would lose. And I would help bring him down. In the circle, Joseph started to