Asher (A Wesley Brothers Novel Book 3)

by Michelle Smith

  I toss my bag into the back seat and give one more glance down the breezeway before I climb into the driver’s seat. Although Kara isn’t there—I didn’t expect her to be—movement in the window of the apartment in front of my car catches my attention. Putting a smile on my face, I politely wave to Lorraine and her friends as they huddle around the glass. Climbing into the car and backing out, I shake my head with a laugh. They’re still watching me as I pull away.

  ***

  “So, she works for you? I thought you had rules against sleeping with your employees?”

  Nik peers down from above me, looking more at my form than at my face. I blow out a breath and push the bar back up for the last time, placing it onto the metal rack. We get together almost every weekend to work out. It used to be all four of us, but now that Sloan and Cade are spoken for, they’d rather spend time with their women on Saturday mornings. It’s not lost on me that today I finally get where they’re coming from.

  Sitting up, I shake out my arms while I tell him “She’s Kendra’s friend. Kara will be my assistant until Kendra comes back from maternity leave.” I grab the towel next to my water and swipe it across my face, head, and neck. “So, technically, she temporarily works for me. It’s a loophole I’m willing to work with.”

  “She must be pretty hot to get you to change your rules for her.” Nik laughs, grabbing his own towel and water from the floor.

  “She is,” I agree, “but it’s not only because she’s beautiful. She’s funny and sweet. And she’s awkward, but confident too. I don’t get it, man. She’s not my usual type, but there’s something about her that draws me in.”

  “Damn. I need to meet this girl that’s got you all twisted. I never thought I’d see the day,” he teases, giving me a playful shove in the arm as we head towards the locker room.

  To be honest, I never thought I’d see the day either.

  ***

  “Kara, could you come in here when you get a chance?” I release the intercom button and wait for her reply. It only takes a few seconds for her voice to come through over the speaker.

  “I’ll be right there as soon as I finish this email.”

  Leaning back in my chair, I loosen the tie I wore for my client meetings. It’s the end of the day, and the first time Kara and I can have some uninterrupted time together. I’ve been dying to get my hands on her since our Saturday morning kiss goodbye. I hated the fact I was busy on Saturday, because I didn’t anticipate she would be so busy on Sunday. As a result, we didn’t get more than a few strings of text messages between us for the rest of the weekend. I don’t know about how she feels, but a few texts here and there didn’t curb my desire to be with her one bit.

  I’ve been aching to kiss her all day, but even that has been an impossible task with how busy we’ve been. Mondays are always the most hectic day of the week, and now that it’s time to finish for the night, I’m seizing my opportunity. The memory of the taste of her lips has been teasing me since she walked in this morning.

  “You needed me?” Kara steps into my office, snapping me out of my reverie. I can’t help the smile as it spreads across my face, and it makes her smile too. And that smile only adds to her beauty. She’s gorgeous today. The light blue summer dress is perfect for a humid Florida afternoon, but still manages to come across more business than casual.

  And it’s sexy as fuck too.

  “Come here,” I tell her, scooting my chair away from my desk and swiveling it to the side. Kara strolls from the door and up to me. I reach out to her, pulling her down into my lap, and she lets out a giggle when she lands. Slipping my hand over her nape, looking at her face, taking in her beauty, I’m struck with nothing to say but, “Hi.”

  With my thumb lazily stroking over her jaw, I’m rewarded with another one of those bright smiles I’m quickly becoming a sucker for. “Hi,” she murmurs, and the sound of her soft voice breaks my resolve. I pull her in for the kiss I’ve been thinking about since Saturday morning.

  Her lips are as sweet as I remember. She strokes them over mine, and for a change, I let her lead the kiss. If I thought she’d be gentle and sweet, I couldn’t have been more wrong. Sure, it started out that way, but it’s quickly turning into more the longer she presses her lips to me. Her tongue duels with mine, her breath releases in short bursts, and she pulls away from the kiss with heat in her cheeks.

  She looks away, embarrassed. “Sorry, I got carried away.”

  I’m already shaking my head no before the rest of her apology can even be said. I tip my fingers under her chin and lift her gaze to mine. “Don’t apologize for taking what you want, Kara.” Another flush of heat spreads up her cheeks, and she wiggles against my growing hard-on.

  “But look what I did,” she teases, the tone of her voice mischievous. She squirms around on my lap again and fuck, her ass grinding on my dick feels good. My eyes close and I let out a groan.

  “I could take care of it for you.”

  My eyes pop open at her statement, causing her to giggle. “I never did get to taste you the other night.” Quirking my eyebrow at her, she leans in and whispers in my ear. “I want to suck you off.”

  Her honesty strikes me speechless for a second, but I do my best to recover quickly. “Then I think we should get the hell out of here right now and head back to my place.” I start to sit up, but she leans into me again, pushing me back into my chair.

  Shaking her head, she tells me, “Right here.”

  Well, fuck. I feel like I’m in the middle of a scene from the Godfather. She’s made me an offer I can’t refuse. “Are you sure?” I search for hesitation in her eyes. There’s none there.

  Her hand slides down the buttons of my shirt until it reaches my belt, and her fingers play with the metal buckle. “I’m more than sure.” She pulls away and slides off my lap, standing between my parted legs. Bending down, she runs her hands across my thighs as she drops to her knees. She slides her palms over my dick, which is hard as stone now, and my body stiffens with her touch. Grabbing the back of her neck, I pull her in for a searing kiss. Her breath is heaving when I release her.

  Her fingers skim across the leather, grabbing the loose end and undoing the buckle in one smooth motion. She deftly undoes the button on my pants and slides the zipper down. I shift my weight to allow her to shimmy my pants and underwear down. One sharp tug on the front of the material, and my cock pops free of its cotton confines, standing ready and at attention.

  I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her. Her gaze moves up to mine, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in anticipation. She palms my cock, and I flinch at the warmth of her palm against my skin. She tugs again on the material, tucking it under my balls so all of me is exposed for her. My hands itch to touch her, and when she leans in for her first taste, I shift my hand to caress her cheek.

  To my surprise, she stops right before her mouth is on me, and pulls back until she’s sitting up straight. She takes my hand in hers and moves my arm from her face to the armrest of the chair. I watch as she takes my other hand and places it on the other armrest. “These stay here.”

  Her naughty smirk gets one from me too, but I do as I’m told. I grip the chair tightly to keep from moving. When she’s ready, she leans in again, wasting no time. She slides my cock in her hand and her mouth comes down over the head, warm, wet, and so fucking perfect.

  She releases my cock from her mouth and then pulls it back in, deeper this time, stroking her hand up and down my cock along with the movement of her lips. “Christ,” is all I can get out before my head tilts back and hits the back of the chair. It only stays there briefly because I want to look at her. She may not realize it, but this is a fantasy of mine, and has been since I first started working in an office.

  My body stiffens with each stroke as she bobs up and down on me, and I struggle to keep my hands where they are. I don’t like to give up control. I don’t do it often, preferring to take the reins in all my sexual relationships. It’s not that I�
�m an ass and can’t give in, I think I simply don’t have the patience to be on the receiving end of things. I’d much rather be the giver. Like right now, I want to touch her so badly, but she’s in control. Still, I tell her, “Baby, I’m struggling over here. I need to touch you.”

  She doesn’t answer me right away, instead continuing her movements, the glide of her tongue over the underside of my cock driving me crazy. Fuck, she’s good and I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to last. She releases my dick with a pop from her lips and looks up at me. “Then touch me.”

  My hands move of their own accord, and while she slips my cock past her lips again, I stroke along her neck, gathering her hair into my fist. I can see her clearly now, can watch as her soft pink lips slide along my shaft. Gripping her hair tight, I hold it back while she moves, wanting to guide her movements, but I don’t. I let her set her own pace.

  Feeling the suction, watching my hard length disappear into her soft mouth, begins the tingling up my spine and causes my muscles to contract. “Fuck, Kara. I’m close, baby.”

  She pays me no attention, only keeps sliding her mouth over me. My fist releases its grip on her hair, and I tap my hand lightly against her head several times, a warning for her to pull off now if she doesn’t want me coming in her mouth.

  She doesn’t move off me as my body tenses, and I hold back for as long as I can, but her mouth feels too damn good. Her name glides across my lips as my cock glides along hers, and she holds herself on me as I stiffen in her mouth. And then I'm coming hard, and for what feels like forever. A blinding light clouds my vision, keeping me from watching what she’s doing, but I feel her slide my cock in and out of her mouth as it flexes. It still pulses as she lets it slip from her mouth, stroking it in one hand and grazing her fingertips across my balls with the other. My body, which was stiff and rigid a few short moments ago, relaxes into the soft leather. My eyes open—hell, I didn't even realize they had closed—and I watch Kara take one last lick across the head and rise to her knees.

  Most guys would avoid kissing a mouth that was filled with their own cum moments ago, but I'm not like most guys. If she's willing to let me come in her mouth, kissing her in a silent thank you is the least I can do. Cupping her cheeks in my palms, I crush my lips over hers. She grips my wrists as I pull away, resting my forehead again hers.

  “That was incredible,” I murmur across her lips, stealing another soft kiss.

  “Yeah?” She asks me, almost as if she doesn't believe me.

  I let out a soft chuckle, offering my reassurance. “Oh, yeah. That was more than—”

  “Hey, Ash, you still here?”

  Kara’s eyes go wide and so do mine, our smiles long gone. “You didn't lock the suite door?” I ask her in the most non-accusatory way I can manage, but the sheer panic on her face gives the answer before she does.

  “I forgot. Fuck,” She whispers. “What do we do?”

  I fight the urge to smile, because while getting caught by my brother—I instantly recognize the voice as Sloan—isn't the end of the world for me, I know Kara would be embarrassed. Thinking on the fly, I tell her, “Quick, scoot back and hide under my desk.”

  “Ash?” Sloan’s voice booms through the office again, and this time I answer.

  “In here,” I tell him before turning my attention back to Kara as she's slinking under my desk. I slide my chair in as far as possible, realizing I never put my cock away. No time to worry about that now.

  “Hey man,” Sloan says as his large frame appears in my door. He quirks an eyebrow at me when he notices me fumbling around at my desk. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. What's up?”

  “I was on my way out of the office when Cade called. He wants me to tell you to be at the Sunday barbecue this week.”

  “Why?”

  Sloan shakes his head. “He didn’t give me a specific reason, only that we needed to be there.”

  “Sure, I'll go. I was planning to anyway.” I was also thinking of inviting Kara, but I don't say it aloud. Speaking of Kara, she picks that moment to flick her tongue across my still-exposed cock, causing me to jolt in my seat.

  Sloan eyes me with a funny look. “You sure you're okay, man? You're acting kind of weird, even for you.”

  I roll my eyes and flip him the bird while he laughs, his eyes scanning over my desk and me. I notice the minute something catches his eye, and he leans over a bit with a curious expression, his brow furrowed.

  That’s when I remember. It all comes back to me. The whole conversation Sloan and I had where I bitched and moaned about the fact I ordered the wrong desk—that the one I ordered didn't touch the floor and left a one-inch gap between the wood and the carpet.

  His eyebrows raise, his smile widens as his eyes meet mine, and I shake my head no, silently pleading with him not to say anything. Kara has no idea my brother can see someone—not necessarily her—is under my desk, and I’m the only one who knows she's currently slipping my now fully hard dick in her mouth.

  Fuck, she's good at that.

  My eyes close on their own, but pop open quickly when I remember Sloan is in my office, watching me.

  Sloan hitches his thumb over his shoulder toward the door. “I'm going to let myself out.” He shakes his head, the smile on his face holding strong. Turning, he heads to the office door but turns his attention back to me. “Why don't you invite Kara to come along?”

  At the mention of her name, her mouth stills on me. So much for him not knowing who’s under my desk.

  “Kara?”

  Sloan laughs at my discomfort. “Yeah, Kara. Your assistant, remember? The sassy brunette Nik says you couldn’t stop talking about at the gym the other morning.”

  Fucking Nik and his big mouth.

  “You should bring her. Mom will love it.”

  “I bet she will,” I mutter.

  Sloan laughs and heads out into reception. I hear him pull the door open and shout, “See ya Sunday.” The door clicks shut before I respond, and I let out a long breath. Scooting the chair back, I make room for Kara and help her to her feet.

  “Well, that was close.” She smiles at me with a sweet smile, and I don’t have the heart to tell her the truth. Instead, I stand and tuck my straining cock back in my pants.

  She steps into me, stopping my hands from their mission against my zipper. “I wasn't done yet.” Her eyes slide up to mine as her hand brushes across my now covered cock. “I think I remember you saying something about bending me over the copy machine.”

  Taking her cheeks in my hands, I kiss her hard. Her breath is ragged when we break apart. I waste no time in telling her what I want. “I'm going to lock the main door. Go wait for me in the copy room. Take your panties off when you get there.”

  She smirks, having gotten her way, and sways her ass as she saunters out the door.

  Fuck, this woman's going to kill me.

  Chapter Eight

  Kara

  This past week has been interesting, to say the least. Not to mention, it flew by way too fast. You know that old saying, time flies when you're having fun? I can confirm the truth in that statement after the week I've had with Ash.

  Before I knew it, it was Sunday, and my week had gone by in a sexual blur. You would think nearly getting caught giving Ash a blowjob would have doused the fire being with him causes me.

  You would be wrong.

  That day—after Sloan left and Ash locked the suite door—I went straight to the copy room like he asked and removed my panties, hanging them on the doorknob to be funny. Only, Ash wasn't laughing when he saw them, or me. He grabbed me and pulled me into a rough kiss, then spun me around and bent me over the copier so fast my head swam. With my upper body pressed into the warm machine, I couldn’t see what he was doing.

  But I could hear it.

  The sound of the metal buckle’s pieces clanking together.

  The sound of the zipper lowering.

  The crinkle of the condom wrapper being
opened.

  Then he lifted the skirt I was wearing and exposed me to the cool air and his heated gaze. I could feel the heat between us. He pushed my feet apart, widening my stance and opening me up to him more. And there, with my skirt flipped up over my bare ass, Ash rolled on the condom and nudged into me. Inch by inch, he filled me until he was as deep as he could be.

  The first time he pulled out and slammed back in, I knew this wasn’t going to be gentle and sweet. It was raw and primal, our need in that moment so great foreplay wasn’t an option. And God, it was fucking fantastic.

  In and out, he hit that spot deep inside just right every time. Each stroke had me building closer and closer to the peak I craved.

  “Fuck, this pussy is so good.” I was lost when he started talking dirty, the mouth on him almost filthier than the wicked things he does to my body. He moved in a steady rhythm and gathered my hair into a tight fist.

  “You make me want to pull your hair and do dirty things to you.” He pulled back on my makeshift ponytail, and the bite of pain to my scalp sent me soaring over the edge, coming hard as he continued to buck into me. A second orgasm crashed over me when he finally hit his peak, stilling inside me, and spilling himself into the condom.

  Fanning my now flushed cheeks, I put aside those naughty memories and finish getting dressed. Today is the day I get a lesson in all things Wesley. I should be more nervous than I am, but I know Ash and I’ve met Sloan, and if the rest of the family is as easy-going as those two, I should be fine. Kendra told me I had nothing to worry about when I texted her this morning, my nerves getting the better of me. She did give me warning though—be prepared to meet two more of the hottest men on the planet. I scoffed and reminded her Stan might not approve of her comment.

  Ash told me to dress casually since it was a barbecue, so I went with jean cutoffs and pink cotton T-shirt. I finish tying the laces on my second sneaker when I hear the loud roar of an engine coming from the front lot. Curious, I stroll to my front door and open it, peeking down the breezeway to see what’s going on.