Masuk“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
Asher and I held each other on the sidewalk outside of the library for a while. And then we returned to Asher’s room to hold each other in private. I knew he had gone to see Lamar today, but I had no idea what could have possibly been said to get Asher like this. It had almost seemed like… “Jose
Abruptly, Asher stood. “I forfeit.” “You can’t do that,” Nicole said. She looked at Aimee. “Can he do that?” Aimee shrugged. “W-wait.” I hurried to stand, following him. “But you didn’t answer.” “I lost,” he said. “So the game’s over, and I don’t have to.” I didn’t understand why he was be
He made a deep, satisfied rumble. “Good.” I changed in his bathroom, and brushed my teeth with a spare toothbrush. “Keep that toothbrush there next to mine,” Asher said, when I opened the bathroom door. “Just in case you need it again.” Heat rose in my face. When I did as he asked, placing my
Asher’s entire body tensed, tight as a coiled spring about to pop. His hands formed fists. His eyes were a blizzard. His mouth was a hard line. “He will never touch you or your child.” Asher’s assuredness was ever a comfort. “Any investigators or killers that come for you will have to go through m







