Chapter 8
I stand in front of the mirror smoothing down my bridesmaids dress, it’s a strapless champagne color. It’s gorgeous and emphasizes my baby bump, while also slimming me down. Win for me.
I turn to face my mom who’s standing in front of her own mirror dressed in an ivory lace trumpet dress, hair curled in gorgeous fat curls, and her makeup done perfectly. “You look great mom.”
She grins at me from over her shoulder. “So do you Mel.”
We’ve got a little more than an hour until the ceremony starts and my mind wanders to Asher. I haven’t seen him in a tux before and I’m eager to see it. Unfortunately with my imagination, my hormones are going crazy.
“I’m gonna go find Asher. We’ve got a little bit before the ceremony,” I tell my mom as I walk towards the door. She chuckles to herself and waves me away.
I go to the room the men are getting ready in and knock on the door, waiting for someone to tell me it’s okay to come in. When I open the door I have to fight to keep my mouth shut. Holy hell these guys clean up good.
My eyes lock onto Asher, slowly looking at him done up in a tux and I blush when I see the knowing smile on his face.
“What’s up Kitten?” he asks.
Okay, how do you tell someone to please come fuck your brains out because you’re pregnant and horny as hell?
I grin at him. “Can I talk to you?” I jerk my head outside the door to let him know that I mean, talking elsewhere.
“Sure babe.”
Asher comes to me, wraps his arm around my shoulder, holding me tight against his side and kisses the top of my head as we leave the room. “Everything okay?”
“Perfect. Except for one small thing.”
“Oh?”
The wedding is actually taking place at Daniel’s mansion. Really, should just be called a goddamn castle it’s so freaking huge. I lead Asher up a flight of stairs to the third floor, where there shouldn’t be anyone around.
He chuckles. Guess he figured out what I was doing.
Asher takes over and leads us to an empty guest bedroom. As soon as we enter he slams the door shut and pushes me against it with his body against mine. His breath tickles my lips, he’s so close.
“We’ve got less than an hour at this point so we aren’t late,” he says against my mouth. “I’m assuming you brought me here to take advantage of the time we have left?”
“Hell yes,” I announce before grabbing the back of his head and bringing him closer so I can kiss him.
He breaks the gap between us, kissing me hungrily. Nipping at my bottom lip when he doesn’t have his tongue in my mouth. The kiss turns desperate and he wraps his arms around my waist lifting me off the ground just enough so my feet are off the floor and walks with me to the bed.
He lays me gently in the middle of the large bed, his body pressed against mine before he lifts off me, breaking the kiss and smiles at me. “We’re gonna have to keep our clothes on for this babe. We won’t have time to get redressed as well as wait for you to fix everything.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I moan, arching my back and pressing my hips against his.
“So impatient. I thought you were impatient before I got you pregnant.” He grins at me. “I had no idea what the hell I was thinking because you had the patience of a saint then, compared to now.”
“Asher,” I groan drawing out his name.
“Patience,” he whispers against my neck, placing a soft kiss there then moving his mouth to that little spot behind my ear and placing a kiss there. His hands push my dress up, over my waist, running across my legs gently teasing.
“Asher,” I breathe. “Please.”
He brings his head to my stomach and places a kiss over my protruding belly. “I fucking love seeing you swollen with my kids.”
“My swollen ankles and feet disagree with you,” I mutter with a smile. “I’m excited to meet them, but I’m also scared.”
“I know Kitten. I’ve got you,” he says quietly as he grabs the sides of my panties and pulls them down, off my legs. The second he’s got them off he stuffs them in his pocket and I laugh at his cocky grin.
“You know I’m going to need those back, right?”
“Nah, this way I don’t have to take them off again when we sneak away after the ceremony and again during the reception,” he pauses and grins. “If you’re up for it after we get home then we can do it then too.”
“You’ve got it all planned out,” I gasp when his mouth presses against my center.
“Damn straight I do. Only thing I didn’t have planned out was this one, especially since you got morning sex when we woke up.” He smirks up at me. “You’re gonna break my dick by the time these babies are born babe.”
“Asher,” I grind out through gritted teeth. “I will not. Please stop teasing me. I can feel your breath against me. I need more.”
He shuts up after that, licking the length of my slit, stopping to twirl his tongue around my clit, flicking against it. He licks and nibbles, bringing one of his hands to my breast to tweak my nipple. I slap my hand against the back of his head as I buck against his face.
“Oh god, Asher,” I moan.
I groan loudly when he takes a finger and slides it inside me, moving it steadily while sucking on my clit. After I’m thrashing around on the bed, completely overwhelmed and needing to come he adds a second finger, spreading me. His fingers rub against my g spot while he nips at my clit making me explode and tighten around him.
Asher doesn’t wait for me to come down before his pants are halfway down his thighs and he’s pushing inside of me as soon as my orgasm finishes, causing another one to follow on its heels.
“Asher,” I moan, grasping his shoulders while he thrusts inside me.
“Holy fuck Melody,” Asher grinds out, thrusting deep inside me, hitting the one spot that will guarantee my next orgasm will be more intense than the others. His strokes pick up speed and intensity while he shifts so he can rub his thumb against my clit. “Come baby. Come with me.”
My back arches as I cry out his name, grabbing hold of his jacket tightly while he thrusts once more and finishes with me.
“Asher,” I whisper against his lips, kissing him deeply, pouring all my love for him into the kiss.
We haven’t said those three words to each other yet but that doesn’t mean that I don’t love him. There are days that I can’t believe this is my life, then all I need is a smile from him or to feel the fluttering of one of my babies and I know for sure that this is all real. I don’t know if he feels the same about me since he’s never said it but in the things he does for me, it shows.
If you had told me 6 months ago that I’d be here with Asher, pregnant and happy, I’d have called you a liar and laughed in your face.
Asher breaks the kiss with a soft smile on his face, his eyes sparkling. “We’ve gotta go, Kitten. We’re hitting close to the hour mark.”
“Damn it,” I whine, wrapping my arms around his neck, smiling wide. Even annoyed that our time is short right now, I can’t keep the smile off my face.
He gives me a quick kiss and pulls out of me. Climbing off the bed, he pulls his pants up and buttons them before going into a room, that I assume is a bathroom, connected to this one. I hear water running and a short time later Asher comes out holding a damp wash cloth to wipe me up.
After he cleans me up he tosses the rag in a basket of linens that are near the door, waiting to be cleaned I guess. He pulls me up out of the bed and helps me fix my dress so it doesn’t look wrinkled.
“How bad is my hair?” I ask with a small smile.
Asher chuckles. “It’s actually not too horrible.”
I roll my eyes and walk into the bathroom to study my hair, fixing it where it needs to be fixed before I leave the room. “You’re not a lot of help when it comes to telling me how bad my hair is.”
“Babe, I just fucked you. I love your sex hair. Don’t want you hiding that,” he says with a shrug.
“Usually I don’t but since it is a wedding that we are both a part of my hair needs to look nice, not nicely fucked.”
He chuckles. “Nicely fucked?”
I smack his shoulder as he holds the door open for me to walk out ahead of him. “Shut up, you know what I mea-” I cut off when I turn out of the room and collide with another body falling back into Asher’s chest when he steps behind me to catch me so I didn’t fall.
“Melany,” her voice sneers. “What a surprise.”
I look up into Carmen’s face and mentally wince at the disgust I see on her face. I don’t really care what others think about my relationship with Asher since it technically happened before we even knew our parents were hooking up but it’s still hard to take sometimes.
“Cut the shit Carmen, it’s Melody and you know it,” Asher growls. “What are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to talk to you Asher, you’ve been ignoring me for months and slumming it with this loser,” Carmen glares at me.
“Excuse me?” I snap at her, taking a step forward when Asher wraps an arm around my waist, his hand settling on my belly.
“Babies, honey,” he reminds me gently. He’s been on the receiving end of my temper for the past 4 months so he’s well aware that I don’t exactly think before I act right now.
“Babies?” Carmen asks, an eyebrow rising. “Seriously? It’s bad enough you trapped him with one, now there’s multiple in that little boys body?”
“You’re projecting Carmen,” I snarl. “Why do I have a feeling that you’re upset because you have actually tried to get pregnant by Asher to keep him? I already know you’re pissed that I have Asher, you haven’t kept that quiet at all.”
“Because you shouldn’t be with him! It should be me. Asher hasn’t told you he loves you yet has he?” She asks randomly.
I narrow my eyes at her wondering what she’s playing at. Asher stiffens behind me and I don’t even want to know why.
“He’ll never love you Melody. Have you told him that you love him?”
“No.”
Her face rounds with shock before she schools her expression again. “Oh well. It doesn’t really matter anyways. He’ll always be emotionally unavailable.” She shrugs and turns to leave. As soon as she is out of sight I turn to Asher. He’s actually gotten a little pale since I last looked at him.
“What the hell was that about?”
“It’s nothing Kitten, let’s get downstairs.” He puts his hand at the small of my back trying to take me downstairs avoiding my question.
I dig my feet into the ground. “No. What the hell was that? Why’d she say you’d always be emotionally unavailable?”
Asher finally meets my eyes and all I notice is the regret swimming in them. He hesitates before letting out a breath. “Because I am. Was. Am. I don’t know anymore. Things are confusing.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He doesn’t answer and I glare at him. “Asher, you need to talk to me. I’m getting even more pissed off and the sooner we finish this, the sooner we can go downstairs.”
“Because I’ve been in love with the same girl since I was a kid,” he says quietly, not looking me in my eye.
I pause, school my expression to make sure my hurt isn’t showing, even though my chest is tightening. “So why aren’t you guys together?”
“She moved the year before I started going to your school, haven’t been able to find her.” He’s still quiet. “It’s like she disappeared.”
“Fantastic,” I laugh bitterly. “I’m in a competition I didn’t even know I was in and competing with a ghost too.” I shake my head, fighting the tears from falling. I look up and meet his eyes.
“I love you,” I say matter-of-factly, attempting to ignore his flinch, I keep going. “I love you, but I’m not going to compete with a fucking ghost. I’m not going to stay with a man who refuses to even try to move on and is so easily able to keep that kind of a thing from me.” I start to walk past him and when he reaches for me, I lose it, tears falls down my cheeks as I smack his hands away.
“No! You don’t get to touch me! If all I get is the physical you, I don’t want it! My kids deserve better. I deserve better. If you can’t give me all of you, then I’m gone.” Asher looks down, dropping his hands to his sides.
“I’m sorry Melody,” he says it so softly I almost didn’t hear it over my crying.
“Sorry’s not enough, Asher. If I knew that I would never have all of you, I never would have moved in with you and I never would have wasted so much time loving you.” I shake my head and wipe my tears. “I’m going to leave after the ceremony. I’ll talk to mom and explain. I’ll be out of your house before you get home tonight.”
“Don’t leave, it’s as much your house as it is mine,” Asher states, his voice wavering when he says the last word.
“No it’s not.” I turn around and start walking away, pausing to say, “I want you to be a part of our kids lives but I just can’t right now. I’ll call you or something. Goodbye Asher.” I start walking again, my heart breaking with every step that he doesn’t come after me.