I shook with anger and shame. Why did Asher have these photos of me on his phone that Coach had taken during that horrible photo shoot? “I forgot all about those,” Asher said. “Asher.” That wasn’t a good enough answer. I reached for the door handle. I couldn’t stand to be in the same car as some
But then he opened the door to the backseat. I lifted a brow at him as he motioned me inside. As I slid onto the seat, he said, “Take your pants off.” I wasn’t sure what he was up to, but with the whispered promise behind those words, I shimmied out of my pants and tossed them aside. Then he w
Asher Cynthia was the sexiest woman I had ever been with. The sexiest I’d even fantasized about. She was so responsive to my every touch. The press of my mouth and tongue had her bucking like I’d driven her wild. And her noises… I could have probably gotten off from her noises alone. The way
“Cyn. Oh, Cyn…” Soon, I was grinding into her fist. I added my own hand, not wanting to dirty hers. As my orgasm shuddered through me, I caught my release in my palm. Fortunately, I kept a few tissues in my car, and cleaned up as best I could. When I finished, she kissed me on the cheek.
I stood frozen, unable to move, even to flee like I really wanted to. I had worried Asher wouldn’t be able to let my silly comment about Joseph go, so I had decided to follow him, to stop him before he could get into another fight. I hadn’t thought I would hear him tell Joseph that he didn’t love
“If you would let me talk –” “I heard enough!” I said, rushing to his door. “Just leave me alone!” I half-expected him to chase me, but with those final words, I knew he wouldn’t. He would respect what he thought were my wishes, even if those wishes came from a place of pain and defensiveness.
I was so upset about my poor performance during practice, that Nicole, noticing my deep frown, insisted I go out with her and Aimee afterwards. Which was how I found myself at my favorite café, sipping on lemonade at our usual table. “Everyone has bad days,” Nicole said. “No one is perfect at ever
“Joseph is like a trigger for me,” he said. “I hate him for everything he’s done that has hurt you. I hate that he still has the capacity to hurt you, in ways I can’t always protect you from. And I’m… jealous of him.” I blinked, startled. Asher couldn’t be jealous of Joseph. He was superior in eve
“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