Page 67 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
Asher is no normal guy, though.
Having him sleep with me again tonight is a bad idea. I should tell him as much, yet my chest aches to have his arms around me.
Is it just because I’m lonely?
“Okay,” I say, letting my heart rule over my head, and Asher’s smile lights up his whole face.
Oh, man. I love making him smile like that.
I could get addicted to making him smile like that.
When he moves across the bathroom and opens the shower door, handing me a towel, I take it, trying not to blush at how his eyes rake over me again. It’s not like he hasn’t blatantly ogled me before. It’s just now, something feels different.
Maybe I’m just feeling emotional because of what happened with Barrett, but instead of questioning it, I decide to soak up his attention.
My sons have a new life now. Alex is doing the same with Tamara and Melanie, and even Barrett has a life he’s relativelyhappy with… but me? I feel like I’ve been in limbo, waiting for this next part of my life to begin.
And it has, so right now, I’m not going to question why it’s happening. I’m just going to embrace it.
Reaching out to me, Asher smiles in a half smirk, looking almost crooked, and I accept his hand, letting him lead me into my bedroom, and to my bed.
CHAPTER 14
ASHER
Parties and I have never mixed. That’s more Jude and Ronnie’s thing, but I’ve always tagged along over the years, fighting off the thirsty slags that think they’re the ones that can make me happy. I’ve always known there was only one female on this Earth that could do that.
And now I have her.
I didn’t stay at the party for long. It was interesting enough with chicks falling to their knees to prove they can give the best blowies. When a handful of lads whipped their cocks out, I was sure the slags would bail. But they fucking didn’t.
As fun as live porn can be, I just found it tacky, and it pissed me off that the chicks didn’t have more respect for themselves. Casual sex is fun and all, but lowering yourself to be a pass around for a group of chaps to prove a point is only gonna win you whore status.
It was ace hanging out with the twins for a bit, though. It’s always a blast to watch people try to figure out which one is Jude and which one is Ronan. Sometimes I have to study them for a moment to figure it out myself, and really, there are probably only a handful of people that know how to tell them apart.
Returning to Lily had been at the forefront of my mind all night. My head was still in bed with her. Hearing her moans. Watching her parted lips as she came. Feeling her writhe under my touch.
I was worried that leaving her with time to think would have her trying to call whatever this is off again, but when I went home, Lily proved me wrong.
She also surprised the fuck outta me, pouncing on me with a gun when I tried to sneak into her bedroom. I was instantly hard. There’s just something about Lily, naked, dripping with water, her fiery hair sleek and wet while she holds a gun to my throat.
I wanted to spin her around and fuck her right there up against the wall.
I didn’t for a few reasons.
One was because she had a past lover who only seemed to like that, and while I’ll definitely do that with her, I’ll hold off until she gets to enjoy all the other ways first.
Another reason was because if my entire body was aching from the bedroom games we’d been playing, then hers must be, too. Probably worse.
And the last… she’d been crying.
She’d said it was because she missed Jude and Ronan, but I’m not buying it. Something else is going on, and I really want her to tell me, but I don’t want to pressure her. If I do, she might pull back altogether, and I can’t fucking handle that thought.
I kept my word when we got into bed, not diving between her legs like I wanted so badly, so she could get some rest. She fell asleep in my arms straight away, and fuck, there was just something about holding her like that. She snuggled into me like I was the one that could protect her, and it made me feel like the imbalance of our age gap was starting to slip away.
I want that so bad. For her to see me as her equal, but I know I have a lot to prove yet.
Now, hours later, I lay here next to her, watching her sleep, her face soft and peaceful, looking nothing close to the thirty-seven years she is. Lily has always looked young, which works for her because she’s young at heart, too. Not in an immature way, but in an adventurous way.
