Asher

I can’t believe she was ever married to that piece of shit; someone as beautiful and kindhearted as Marley being tainted by that ass has anger simmering in my veins. I can’t imagine what it’s been like for her to have to deal with him alone, but she won’t be anymore. Last night it took everything I had to keep my cool and not pound his face in, but I knew that’s exactly what he wanted. And it would have been ammunition against Marley and I’m not about to let that happen.

I decide to take Marley out for dinner tonight to get her mind off everything. She’s messaged Steven more than once today to check on Lyla and while he’s responded back that she’s fine, I know Marley is still worried and won’t be able to relax until Lyla is back home tomorrow.

We walk inside the restaurant, and we are seated right away at a table overlooking the river. Candlelight flickers against the windowpane and I can’t help but smile as I pull her seat out for her. I’ve never been a romantic kind of guy. Hearts and flowers really aren’t my thing, but I find myself wanting to give her those things. I find myself wanting to give her everything.

Leaning down, I drop a kiss to her bare shoulder once she has her chair scooted up to the table. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

A deep flush stains the contours of her cheeks. “Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself,” she replies as I take my seat across from her.

I try to keep the conversation light, talking about things like work and the weather and it’s not long before her mood shifts. She seems more relaxed and at ease. There’s a sense of pride in knowing I can instill that calmness in her. I like being someone she can lean on. Someone she can trust to help shoulder her worries or take them away. I never thought I could feel this way about a woman. That I would want to give so much of myself to someone so selflessly. But since the beginning I knew this woman would be a game changer for me. That she would change my life unequivocally.

After we finish up dinner, we decide to take a walk down by the river.

“I’ve been thinking about taking a trip to New York soon to visit my folks. I want you and Lyla to come with me,” I tell her.

She stops walking, facing me. “Really?”

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I hold her close. “Yes, really. Will you come?”

She blinks at me, shocked I would even ask, then her mouth spreads into a smile. The kind of smile I want to put on her gorgeous face every single day.

“Are you sure?” she asks.

“Fuck yes, I’m sure. I can’t wait for you to meet them. They’re going to love you and Lyla both.”

Looking down, she toys with one of the buttons on my shirt, biting her lower lip.

“What is it?”

“This just feels like it’s happening really fast. Does it feel that way to you at all?”

Curling my fingers beneath her chin, I lift her gaze to mine. “I don’t know how we got here but maybe that’s exactly what I needed. Someone who could make me forget where I came from. Forget my past. Someone who could make me love without knowing how to fall.”

She gasps, part of my name tumbling from her lips as my mouth covers hers. Her arms circle my neck as I deepen the kiss, pressing my hard cock against her belly.

“Asher, please,” she breathes between kisses, her nails scraping at my neck.

“What is it, baby? What do you need?” I ask, pressing my forehead to hers.

“I need you.”

Who am I to deny this woman anything?

Now I just need to get her home and out of public before I fuck her right here for God and everyone else to see. The drive home is a master feat. She can’t keep her hands off me.

Or her mouth.

Her lips are all over my neck while she strokes my cock through my jeans. I keep a tight grip on the steering wheel and my focus on the road, damn near breaking every speed limit law in the city.

“I can’t wait, Asher. I need you now,” she purrs in my ear.

“Five more minutes.”

“No. Now,” she demands, squeezing my dick.

I swerve right, taking the next exit off the interstate. I used to patrol this area, and I know the perfect spot. One minute later, I’m pulling into the deserted parking lot behind an old industrial park.

Throwing my truck in park, I attack her mouth. She climbs over the seat to straddle me. “God, why can’t I control myself around you?”

“Because this pussy needs be filled by me and only me,” I tell her, unzipping my jeans and pulling out my cock. There’s no need for foreplay here. I know how wet she gets for me. And she knows I’m coming for her. As predicted, my woman doesn’t disappoint. I plunge into her hot, wet hole, reveling in that first moan as I fill her. Like her soul is exhaling around me. Her mouth crashes against mine.

Hot.

Needy.

Carving out a place of her own with that goddamn tongue.

She begins to ride me, using the leverage of her knees to push herself up and down, starting out nice and slow at first but then her movements grow more eager.

Almost frantic.

I feel it, too. The bottomless hunger.

Desperate need.

My fingers dig into the curves of her hips, gripping tight, guiding her every move, but it’s me who’s surrendering to the wave crashing against my heart, because fuck knows she controls the tide. My name pours from her lips as I capture her mouth with my own when she falls apart, her pussy squeezing me so tight it dims my vision. I bury myself to the hilt, filling her with cum, but it’s my soul that feels like it’s extracted from my body because she owns it.

She owns every part of me.

I don’t know how long we stay there, breath upon breath being exchanged in the darkness of my truck, but I do know one thing for certain, no other woman has ever possessed me like she does.

And no other woman ever will.