by A. L Inman
I’ve never been more nervous in my life.
She gives me a bright smile, letting me relax. I don’t know why I was so nervous thinking she would want to cancel.
Abby is the lowest maintenance person I’ve ever met. She would’ve been happy sitting in my room watching YouTube on my laptop. Not that I would ever constitute that as a date, but seriously.
I take her hand in mine to lead her to the table I have set up with candles, table cloth and two plates of homemade spaghetti. I won’t give away the secret by telling her that Jaxon made it, unless she asks.
Jaxon’s love for cooking is outstanding. He could easily be a chef and have his own reality TV show. The guy is wicked talented.
She smiles up at me before sitting down at the table. With a wink I pour her a glass of wine. Another perks of having a brother who’s 21. Especially one who is insistent on me not making an ass out of myself for my first date with Abby.
I’ve never know Jaxon to be serious about a woman. Sure, he’s had his flings, but he’s crazy devoted to the job, company and us.
Up until recently, none of us even imagined dating, but Jax knew exactly what Abby would like and I took his advice in great stride.
We talk while enjoying the food. She tells me what she wants to do with her life, all of her dreams. I hang on every word.
She tells me about her mom, purposefully leaving out the disaster of her life before we got her and tells me everything brag worthy about Nick.
It’s apparent she loves him more than anything. It makes me happy to know she is so compassionate even after all she’s been through.
I have no doubt she would give up everything she owned for Nick, but I wouldn’t let her. I’m going to take care of both of them; their dreams included.
After we finish dinner we head up to my room where I had Brayden help me set it up like a theater. Cushion’s on the floor with a tray full of snacks like popcorn and candy sitting beside it.
I have our projector set up to reflect on the wall like a big screen and I opened my skylight in my room so we could see the stars. It’s like a drive in Movie Theater, lacking the car of course.
I even have a set of Pajamas in here so we can fully relax and enjoy the experience.
Making sure to have Abby’s favorite movie ready, I put in The Proposal, causing Abby’s face to radiate with happiness.
“Here baby,” I hand her one of my shirts and hold up my pajama pants while grinning at her.
“Let’s get comfortable. I’ll turn around so we can get dressed okay?” Not that I can’t handle seeing Abby changing but… okay, who am I kidding? I’m so on edge, I legit can’t handle seeing Abby change.
She takes the pajamas and we make work of changing into our clothes. I wait a few minutes wondering what is taking her so long.
She is taking one item of clothes off and putting one item on. I’ve already taken off all of my clothes and put on new pants. Even when curiosity strikes, I still don’t turn around, I wait patiently.
“Asher…” She says barely above a whisper and I can sense the uncertainty in her voice.
I turn around completely unprepared, which in turn leaves my dick literally almost jumping out of my pants.
There in all her glory is my girl standing in a black lace thong and matching lace bra.
She bites her lip which I know is because she is nervous, but I literally almost launch myself at her because that move was so damn sexy.
“Abby baby, what are you doing?” I ask trying to keep my voice from shaking.
What can I say? This girl turns me into a pre-teen every time I get excited. She takes a step forward and I have to restrain myself from reaching out to grab her.
Reaching up delicately, she strokes her finger down my chest right to the elastic in my sleep pants. At this point I’m rocking a semi at half-mast.
She looks up again, biting that lip and I groan in a husky voice, “Baby, if you don’t want me to lay you down on that bed right now and rock your world, you need to quit biting your lip and put clothes on. Abby, I’m a good guy, but I’m not a saint.”
She takes her thumb to trace the elastic of my waistband while shaking her blonde curls. “No Asher, I know what I’m doing. I want you. Please.”
“Abby, are you sure?” I ask trying to hide my excitement because I really am trying to be the good guy here.
This date didn’t have this as an agenda… I didn't plan it on purpose to end this way, but I can’t say I hated how it’s going.
When she nods I wrap my arms under her thighs, picking her straight up off the ground. She wraps her sexy legs around my waist, letting me push her up against the wall.
I know she can feel my hard-on because as soon as my length pushes against her scrap of material she calls a thong, she moans out loud.
“Abby, I’m going to worship your body.” I tell her as I range up one handed skimming the bottom cup of her bra.
Reaching behind her back, I unsnap the bra letting it slide down her arms, revealing the most luscious looking breasts I’ve ever seen.
When I look up she bites her lip again and I almost lose sight of what I was doing.
I turned us around, lay her down on the bed, and sit back on my haunches so I can get a good view of my girl.
Her blonde hair is splayed across the pillow making her look like an angel; the lust in her eyes is visible. I start by tweaking one of her nipples with my fingers tips; she arches up into my hand.
Kissing down her neck and over her chest I make my way to what I want to taste. I snaked my tongue out licking her other nipple, sucking on the sensitive skin.
Alternating between her two breast sucking and nipping, I know I’m leaving behind evidence of our night together with hickies on her creamy skin, but I honest to God don’t care.
Abby pushes up against my dick leaving me to feel her warmth through my pants. She takes her hand and slides my bottoms down, taking a second to rub me over my boxers. What do you know, I’m hard as a rock.
When she reaches down and grabs me again through my boxers I bite down a little too hard on her nipple and she yelps, giving my dick a strong tug. My girl liked it a little rough.
I slid down her body some more until her legs fall open giving me a phenomenal view of her black lacy thong that is covering her pretty lips.
I kiss her through her underwear and she shivers in response, prompting me to bite down a little bit. This gained me another sexually desired moan.
I push the thong to the side, and I’ll be damn if she wasn’t already swollen; sopping wet for me. Pushing a finger in to her she lets out a breathless moan. Damn, if that didn't surge me on. I curl my fingers hitting the good spot.
Ripping her underwear down completely I tossed them over my shoulder which earns me a little scowl from Abby.
“Hey, those were new!” she pouts.
“Baby, I will buy you every thong in the whole fucking store. You won’t ever have to want when you’re with me.” I growl back to her.
When I look up I swear to you I almost ask that girl to marry me right then. The look in her eyes, the adoration she holds for me… it was almost too much. It's absolutely perfect.
Gently licking from back to front, focusing on her sensitive areas earns me even more sexy little moans. I play her like a fiddle until I feel her starting to clench around my fingers.
Increasing my speed to draw out her orgasm is a good call, because when she falls over the edge with pleasure she yells my name. It’s the most rewarding sound I've ever encountered.
Crawling back up to her I give her a soft kiss and she wraps her legs back around my waist, pulling me in to her warm area. I pause though, I want to make sure she was okay with this next step.
There's a lot of difference between third base and a home run. No matter how badly I want to be her first, and last for that matter, I would never push her. If she was done right now I'd pull my pants up and hold her through a movie.
Granted I ma
y have to go rub one out in the bathroom, but it would be okay.
“Baby, are you sure. We don't have to. I just wanted to pleasure you. I can wait… I kno...”
Abby cuts in calling to me helplessly, “Ash! Please. Get. In. Me. Now" she says it with such power, I do the only thing left to do… I get in her.
Grabbing a condom out of my drawer I roll it down over my throbbing dick. Slowly finding my way back to her entrance, I ask one more time if she is sure.
“Abby baby, I'll try to not let this hurt, but it's going to hurt. Are you sure?” With my last question she digs her heels into my ass surging me forward to fall into her pot of gold.
Taking that as my answer I slowly started to slide in, only stopping when she makes a small gasp. I knew it would hurt and I almost stop completely to avoid hurting her further.
“It's okay Ash, keep going.” she tells me breathlessly.
I do a final push, which leaves me full seated in her and she cried out in pain. I rub my hand over her hair pushing it back off her face and still my movements so she could get use to my size.
Not to brag, but I'm a pretty big guy in that department. Even if Abby wasn't a virgin, it would probably be tight.
“God baby, you’re...so...tight…” I say while trying hard to control myself from moving until she was ready.
“Move Ash, go!” Abby cries out, this time in pleasure.
I start rocking slowly but with each little breathless moan I rock harder. Feeling my balls start to tighten I bring my hand around to rub her clit in slow circular motions.
This isn’t going to last no time. It's only been ten minutes since I got into her slick wetness and I’m already ready to come.
Abby starts meeting me thrust for thrust and I know from her tightening core, she is close too. With a few more thrusts she milks me with her orgasm and I release my seed on the last pump. I swear it was the hardest I've ever came in my entire life.
Pulling out slowly, I pull off the condom that definitely displaying Abby's previous virgin status. I go into my suite bathroom to run a warm bath, throwing in one of those bath bombs.
Brayden seriously is the best brother getting all this shit that I thought was pointless. I have to remember to thank him.
Coming back into the room I kiss Abby on the forehead, nose, and then mouth.
“Abby, I'm running you a bath, let me take care of you tonight. I was wanting to tell you something, but I don't want you to say it back tonight. Only when you're ready and not tonight. I don't want your words to be clouded by what we've done.”
After a few beats I tell her… “Abigail Jacobs, I love you endlessly.”
ABBY- Chapter 22
“...Abigail Jacobs, I love you endlessly.”
Did I hear that right? Did Asher Badd just tell me he loves me, after I just had amazing sex with him? And he doesn't want me to say it back? But what if I feel the same way?
I reach up and give him a tender kiss that I hope he can decipher as me returning my feelings of love. I’ll tell him tomorrow, no doubt. There's always tomorrow. For tonight I'll let him take care of me.
He picks me up bridal style and carried me into the large claw foot tub in his bathroom suite. The whole place is amazing, but this is by far my favorite place now in the whole house.
Gently putting me in I can smell that he’s dropped in a bath bomb that smells like oranges and vanilla. It smells amazing, almost like a creamsicle.
He squeezes body wash into a soft wash cloth, lathering me. Taking gentle care and softly cleaning my intimate areas.
He has me lean my head back so he can pour water over my head, then massages the shampoo into my scalp. It feels amazing. I've never felt so cared for in my life.
He carefully skates over the bruises from my dad and Lil-J with the cloth. I see the look of distress on his face when he thinks about how they got there.
After he finishes washing me, he drains the tub, and helps me to stand up. Wrapping me in a soft white bathrobe, he leaves me to finish getting dried.
I know he is really just leaving so I can have a moment to myself, but when he left the room I instantly felt his loss.
You would think I would want alone time after everything that happened today, so I could process it, but that's not true.... all I want is to spend more time with my guy.
When I come out he has the movie set up, all the cushions on the bed, and all our snacks ready to go. He gives me a nervous smile.
I'm not sure if maybe he thinks I'd regret what we did. Maybe he thought I’d climb out the bathroom window or something but I sense his relief when I give him a big genuine smile.
We sit watching the movie, snacking and laughing until well after midnight.
Once the movie is over he pulls me as close as I can be, nuzzling into my hair and neck, breathing me in. The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was how much I love Asher Badd.
ASHER- Chapter 23
I wake up with a raging hard on and the scent of creamsicle in my nose. Immediately images flash back from last night about the time I spent with Abby.
So basically, I wake up grinning like a fool.
When I open my eyes, I see pretty green eyes staring back at me giving me confirmation that this is in fact my real life.
I place a tiny kiss on Abby's nose and she giggles, burrowing in closer. So close, I swear she was trying to get under my skin.
Too late, she is already under my skin and in my heart without even trying.
I'm not sure why I told her not to answer me back last night when I told her I loved her. Well, that's not true, I do know why. I was afraid she wouldn't say it back. Or even worse, she'd say it and not mean it.
I'd rather her tell me on her own time, but until then I wanted her to know my love for her was there and flourishing.
Pulling her even closer to me I start to close my eyes back but instantly pop them back open when our bedroom door flies open.
Shit, I'm going to have to start locking that damn thing.
Looking up seeing Brayden, with a shocked face and flushed cheeks the color of a tomato. I lift an eyebrow questioning why he’s looking at me so weird.
Then I remember, Abby and I are basically naked. We slept in our underwear last night. Shit!
“GET OUT!” I roar while pulling the blanket literally over Abby's head to prevent him from seeing anything more than he already has.
“I. I. I'm… I'm so… breakfast. It’s ready. Bye,” and with that Brayden is out the door. I have to find humor that this exchange made Brayden tongue tied.
Out of all of us, Brayden has no problem bedding women he knows little or nothing about. He's relentlessly flirted with Abby, albeit to piss me off, but still. He’s so embarrassed and I can’t wait to figure out why.
“Are we in the clear?”
“Yeah baby, let's get up and get dressed and have some breakfast. We have a long day.”
“Asher.”
“Yeah, baby girl?”
“Thank you for last night, it was perfect”
“It was. You don’t have to thank me.”
“Asher?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want this to be real.”
I grab her cheeks and kiss her fiercely, “I thought you’d never say that. Abby Jacobs, will you be my drop dead sexy girlfriend?”
Giggling she responds with a head shake.
I'll be damned if I’m not the happiest bastard in all of Kansas.
I'll also be damned if I don't jump up, lock our bedroom door, and I spend the next little bit showing Abby how happy I am. For the second time in less than eight hours.
ABBY- Chapter 24
After a very interesting morning, with a slightly embarrassing wake up call, Asher and I trudge downstairs to find three accusing sets of eyes looking at us and one top of a head.
Whose head top are we looking at you may ask? None other than Brayden James Badd.
The poor guy is really embarrassed abou
t seeing me in my underwear. I'm truly surprised considering he’s the one who picked them out. Plus, the guys been a walking innuendo since we've met.
Nick starts speaking first, giving me insight on why everyone looks like I had personally pissed in their cereal.
“Abby. If you and your boyfriend are going to be doing… extra-curricular activities next door to me, I'm moving out!”
Stunned that not only did Nick hear Asher and me, but according to the shaking of heads, everyone at the table did… minus Brayden, who apparently got a first-hand view of the aftermath.
My face is blazing red, but Asher is strutting his stuff. Chest poked out, head held high like he’s a fucking proud peacock. I almost throttle him. How embarrassing!
I mumble out an “I'm sorry" to everyone, because really, what else could I say? I don't regret anything with Asher.
I guess I'll just have to learn to love Asher quieter for next time. Because good God almighty, there better be a next time.
How could I have been a virgin just 12 mere hours prior? I feel like a newly developed sex addict.
Watching Asher's back muscles tighten as he pours himself coffee has me realizing how utterly and deliciously attracted to him I am.
When he looks over his shoulder, he flashes me a sexy smirk because of course, he caught me staring. His messy bed head is hot and his bright blue eyes twinkle with mischief. The dimples on his scruffy cheeks are just an added bonus.
I’m drawn out of my assessment of Asher when Nick starts talking to me.
“Abs, there is a party tonight at Jared Monotals’ house. Brady and Sawyer want to go and, I don't know. I guess I told them I'd ask. They're kind of shocked I'm asking since I always turn them down. So, if you don't want me to go that's cool… I just… yeah…”
He runs his hand through his messy blonde hair and down the back of his neck. He does this when he’s nervous. He’s nervous about asking to go in the first place.
“Nick- you’ve never given me reason not to trust you, but you’ve also never been given the chance to be untrustworthy. It makes me nervous since parties aren’t something either of us have ever done, but I’m trusting you to make the right choices and be responsible. Do you plan on drinking?”