by K. Langston
“Not at all. He hurt you and you want to prevent that from happening to Lyla. It doesn’t make you a bad person. It makes you a good mother.”
“I’m trying to give him a chance. I know people can change, but I don’t think he’s capable of that.”
“Where’d he get his money?”
“Huh?”
“The money he’d deposit every week. It must have been substantial for you to believe he had a legitimate job and to fight you in court.”
“I never found that out. I asked him on numerous occasions, terrified it was something illegal, but he reassured me it was from smart investments.”
Asher’s cell phone rings, interrupting me before I can say more. He fishes it out from the pocket of his athletic shorts.
“Shit,” he curses before silencing the call. “I gotta run.”
“Hot date tonight?” I tease.
Asher grins as he stands up. “Hardly. Grizzlies game with my friend Danny.”
“Oh shoot, I forgot that was tonight. I better get home too before it comes on.”
His eyes widen in surprise.
“You like basketball?”
“I love basketball. I played all throughout high school and college.”
“No shit?” He grins. “You’re just full of surprises today, aren’t you?”
I shrug.
“You any good?” he asks.
“I still hold the state record for most points scored in a single season, but I haven’t dribbled a ball since before I had Lyla.”
“That’s a shame. I would love to see you in action.”
He looks at me pointedly, the double meaning in his words not going unnoticed. The man is such a flirt. I find it impossible to resist that charming smile of his.
His phone starts ringing again and he silences it once more. “Gotta run. Thanks for letting me tag along with you two. I had fun today.”
“Me too.”
“See you next week,” he says, giving me a nod of his chin before jogging over to Lyla. I can’t wipe the stupid smile off my face as he squats down to tell her goodbye. Her short arms curl around his neck for a hug. Then he releases her and starts walking back the direction we came but not without giving me one final parting glance and thigh-clenching smile, leaving me wondering what the hell just happened.
Chapter 11
Asher
“So you gonna tell me who this chick is or what?”
“Who?” I ask, taking a swig of my ice-cold beer. I missed the first period of the game, and I could tell Danny was annoyed. When I got here, Danny was pissed, but I don’t even care. Spending the afternoon with Marley and Lyla was well worth it.
“You know who, motherfucker. The piece of pussy that has you all twisted up in knots.”
That’s one way of putting it. My stomach does feel like it has a rubber band stretched around it every time I even think about her, not to mention I fight off a hard-on with every breath she takes. It’s the strangest feeling, knowing that whatever is happening between us, while scary as hell, I trust it. Maybe it’s because she already knows all the bad shit about me and she’s still able to look at me without an ounce of judgment or disgust. Or maybe it’s because she’s been hurt like me and she understands what it means to be betrayed and lonely.
So fucking lonely.
When she told me about her ex and what he’d done, it took everything I had not to take her in my arms and make her mine right then and there, which was a strange feeling, too. Because I’ve never wanted to possess someone so much in all my life. Besides my own family, I’ve never wanted to covet and protect another human the way I want to with her. Her and Lyla both, because fuck, now that kid owns my heart.
“See...you got that stupid ass grin on your face. You’re pussy whipped already.”
“Trust me, I’ve been nowhere near her pussy.”
“Shit, you haven’t even fucked her yet and she’s got you all hung up. You’re screwed, dude. Tell me who she is.”
The crowd roars as Evans slams the ball into the basket, putting the Grizzlies in the lead.
“Her name is Marley.”
“Marley? Marley what?”
“You don’t know her.”
“I might.”
“Marley Bennett.”
“You’re right, I don’t know her. How’d you two meet?”
“We met at the bar a few weeks back.” There’s no way I’m telling him the truth.
Two good-looking women come to sit down in front of us, both of them offering us a smile, but the blonde blatantly looks me up and down.
“What’s up, ladies?” Danny greets, leaning forward.
“Hi,” the brunette replies. The blonde is still eating me up with her hungry gaze but I’m completely unaffected by it, and the realization makes me smile. This is how it’s been for the last few weeks. Ever since I started seeing Marley, I don’t seem to notice anyone else. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the blonde is stunning and typically what I would go for but not anymore.
“My name is Georgia,” the brunette says then points to her friend. This is Jenny.”
“Nice to meet you,” I say, returning my attention to the game while Danny commences to flirt his ass off with both of them.
I dig my cell phone out of my pocket and pull up Marley’s name, sending her a quick photo of the scoreboard.
Go Grizz!
Her reply is instant.
I know. I’m watching the game now. What a great shot!
I fire back. Evans is the man.
Damn right he is. Too bad he’s retiring next year. They will have to rally to find a point man as good as he is.
I have to nonchalantly adjust the hard-on making my jeans tighter, because is this woman for real? Not only is she one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever laid eyes on but she’s also incredibly smart, funny, a great mother, and a basketball fan.
A Grizz fan at that.
A picture comes through of her and Lyla in their Grizzlies jerseys smiling at the camera.
“Ah shit and she’s got a kid?” Danny says over my shoulder. “Fuck she’s gorgeous. No wonder she’s got you all tied up in knots.”
“Will you shut the hell up?”
“Never thought I’d see the day,” he says, clapping me on my shoulder. “But I can’t say that I’m sad at all. More pussy for me.”
Shaking my head, I fire back a text.
I would love to bring you both to a game sometime.
It takes her forever to reply.
Enjoy the rest of the game. See you at our next session.
I don’t reply, pocketing my phone and returning my attention to the game, but I can’t concentrate on anything but her and this feeling deep down in the pit of my stomach that tells me this is more than just some infatuation.
Chapter 12
Marley
“I have someone I want you to meet,” Peter says as I take a seat at my desk. My next patient doesn’t arrive for another hour so I thought I would give him a call and catch up since I haven’t talked to him all weekend. “He’s not as hot as Mr. Tall, Dark, and Tattooed but he’s still pretty hot.”
“What did I tell you about trying to play matchmaker?”
This is not the first time Peter has tried to get me to meet someone but I always tell him no. I’m not ready for a romantic relationship with anyone. Not yet anyway.
Peter continues, ignoring my blatant disinterest. “Remember my friend Kody?”
“The yoga instructor?”
“Yes, it’s his older brother, Kale.”
I laugh, leaning back in my chair to look out the window, watching as the rain pours down, wishing I was at home in my bed watching a movie with Lyla. “Like the vegetable?”
“Exactly, but he’s far from bland. He had a little get-together over the weekend and, honey, he’s perfect for you. Super nice guy. He has a good job. Nice house. Great taste in clothes and oh my God, he’s so funny.”
“You sure he doesn’t hit f
or your team?”
Peter laughs. “Trust me, if he did he would already be mine. He’s the total package and the best part is, I showed him a photo of you and he’s dying to meet you.”
I groan. “Peter, please don’t show strangers photos of me.”
“Then I guess you’re going to be really pissed when I tell you that I kinda gave him your phone number, too.”
“You did what?”
“I’m sorry but I’m doing this for your own good. If nothing else just let him give you a good dicking down.”
“I don’t need a dicking down.”
“Oh, sweetheart, but you do, you just don’t know it. That’s what friends like me are for.”
“To annoy the piss out of me?”
“No, to make sure you don’t let your vagina shrivel up.”
“I’m done talking to you.”
“Don’t do it for me, do it for your vagina,” Peter shouts just before I end the call.
I toss my phone on my desk, burying my face in my hands. I’m going to kill Peter. I don’t need his help and neither does my vagina. It’s working just fine, thank you very much. Even if it hasn’t been touched in a long time.
Thankfully, I don’t receive a call from anyone named Kale, and I finally breathe a sigh of relief when Asher shows up for his appointment at four.
He stretches his long legs out on the couch in front of me, making himself comfortable. He’s wearing his full uniform today, the badge on his chest glinting at me each time he makes the slightest movement, and the way my thighs clench in appreciation is proof that my vagina is, in fact, not dead.
There, take that Peter.
“How was the rest of your weekend?” I ask, folding my hands over the notepad in my lap.
“Boring,” he replies.
“Did you have any urges?
He raises a brow. “You mean did I fuck anyone?”
I swallow thickly. The way he says the word fuck causes the heat to rise in my cheeks.
“No, Doc. I didn’t fuck anyone. Hell, I didn’t even think about fucking anyone. Except you.”
His eyes are hooded.
Intense.
And it has my body tingling with awareness. I shift in my seat, knowing I need to put a stop to this. To tell him there’s no way that will ever happen, but I can’t bring myself to do it, because right now, he’s all I want and I don’t care how wrong it is.
Chapter 13
Asher
God, I love getting her riled up. Love watching her chest and neck redden with the heat of my words.
“I don't date my patients,” she retorts quickly, shifting in her seat once more. I love how much I affect her.
“Didn't say anything about dating,” I say.
“I don't sleep with them either.”
I chuckle. “We definitely wouldn't be sleeping.”
She swallows thickly, cheeks flushing with heat.
“You're thinking about it, aren't you?”
Now she’s licking her lips again.
Fuck.
“Thinking about what?” she asks, sheepishly.
I love how shy she gets around me. How vulnerable she is without even knowing it.
“Me fucking you. My hands on your skin. Hot breath in your ear while I fuck that tight little cunt."
She shifts in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. "Stop," she whispers, but it’s breathless, her voice trembling with need. “Remember when you told me it was wrong of you to kiss the officer at work? Well this is the same thing.”
“No, it’s not.”
This is nothing like what happened with Trina. Yes, I was attracted to her. Yes, I wanted to fuck her, but I haven’t even touched this woman yet and it feels like she’s already gotten beneath my skin. Desperation has a firm grip on my balls and they ache to know what it would feel like to make her scream my name just once.
"If I can't fuck you with my cock then I'm gonna fuck you with words. Either way, I'm getting inside you."
Her eyes flutter closed and it takes every ounce of self-control I possess to stay in my seat.
"Spread your legs," I command, deepening my voice.
Her green eyes widen with surprise but in the next breath she surrenders and God it’s a beautiful fucking thing, like a flower that’s gone without sunlight or water blossoming in the warm summer sun. Satisfaction rolls through me, relaxing my shoulders as she complies, slowly opening her legs for me. I catch a glimpse of her white silk panties and my pulse quickens when my eyes lock in on the wet spot.
“You wet for me, Doc?"
She bites her bottom lip and nods.
"Show me."
She reaches down with both hands and pulls the fabric of her skirt up until it's bunched around her waist.
My dick is so fucking hard right now it could crush concrete and my balls ache for release. Adjusting myself, I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I'm hanging on by a thin thread and it's fraying with every shift of those creamy thighs.
"Do you want to know what I would do to you right now if I could touch you?"
"Yes," she breathes, gripping the sides of the chair.
"I would rip those panties off and shove them in your mouth. Then I would drive my cock inside your tight hole over and over again until your sweet cream is dripping all over me."
Her head falls back, knees parting farther.
"Pull your panties aside and show me what I can't have."
She does as I say, revealing a small triangle of hair just above the bare lips. I ache to bury my nose in the dark thatch, desperate to inhale her scent.
Drown myself in it.
Licking my lips, I lean forward, bracing my forearms on my knees. She's only about five feet away. I could have my mouth on her in about two seconds flat but self-control is something I covet now more than ever. And maintaining my control with her is peril, because deep down I know this woman is the cure to my disease. She’s the reason I’m able to sit in this chair instead of stripping her down and fucking her on this nice Oriental rug.
Her hand delves down, dragging her fingers through the drenched slit.
"Marley."
Her eyes snap open at my command, dilated and wide, lips trembling as she shamelessly rubs herself.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
She shakes her head slowly.
“You wait for my command. Let my words guide you.”
Reluctantly, she pulls her fingers away from her pussy. “Put them in your mouth,” I tell her, and she does, licking and sucking the digits while she holds my gaze. “I want to make sure you understand my expectations of you. I want your naked soul with me. No holding back. No walls. Just you.”
Her breath hitches as she nods.
“Now, I want you to drape one leg over the edge of your chair then bury those same two fingers deep in your pussy.”
She hesitates, her breath catching in her throat. “Do it, Marley. And don’t you dare close your eyes. I want you looking right here,” I tell her.
Lifting her right leg, she drapes one leg over the arm of the chair and scoots down a little, opening herself even more to me. I catch the slightest glimpse of the hidden puckered skin and my cock twitches, eager to know just how tight her ass is and how much of me she can take. Her slim fingers find their way back down to her pussy, spreading her arousal before they disappear into the greedy little hole.
A gasp escapes her parted lips as she pushes them in and out slowly, eyelids heavy with lust.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes.”
“What do you love about it?”
“It scares me.”
“Why?”
“Because I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want you.”
“But you do.”
“God yes.”
“Do you wish those were my fingers inside of you?”
“Yes.”
“All you have to do is say the word, baby. Tell me you want it.”
“Yes, you can.”
Her fingers move faster, pumping in and out as her head lolls back.
“Eyes on me, gorgeous. I wanna see that pretty face when you come for me.”
“I’m close.”
“I know you are. Add another finger.”
“I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Do it now, Marley.”
She adds a third finger and it takes everything I have not to whip my dick out right here and now but this isn’t for me, it’s all for her. She needs this.
I need this.
Her breath quickens as she thrusts her three fingers in and out of her perfect little pussy, then she explodes, letting go of the sexiest fucking moan I’ve ever heard. Her other hand moves to her breast, pinching her nipples through her blouse. She rides out her orgasm, and once it ebbs, I stand up and walk toward her.
Leaning down, I pull her hand from her pussy, bringing her fingers to my mouth, sucking them one at a time. She stares at me, eyes hazed with sated lust.
“That concludes our session for today, Doc. See you tomorrow.”
Then I walk out the door with the biggest fucking smile on my face.
Goddamn that felt good, watching her lose control like that, knowing I was the reason for it.
And to think, this is only the beginning.
Chapter 14
Marley
He’s a devil.
Because he makes me do things.
Things I don’t want to admit.
Things I absolutely should not want.
But oh...
Things I love.
I can’t find any remorse to care about how many ethical laws I’ve broken since this man first came into my office. Not when my body is still tingling from his words.
His dirty, filthy words.
I’ve been living off of them all night, feeding from them like a starved animal. Shame heats my cheeks thinking about how many times I’ve gotten myself off fantasizing about all the depraved things I want him to do to me.
Which is exactly why the moment I get to work the following morning, I call him to let him know I can no longer see him as a patient. I should have never let it get this far.