Asher (A Wesley Brothers Novel Book 3)
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“Fuck, she is going to kill me.”
Cade laughs, dipping another carrot into the dip. “Relax, I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”
“What in the fuck would possess you to elope?” I need to ask because this is so unlike my brother. He’s a planner, a list maker, a ‘follow the plan to a T’ kind of guy. There must be a reason he would do something so uncharacteristic.
“Yeah. You plan the fuck out of everything. This sounds more like something Ash would do.”
“What the fuck, man.” I cut my glare to Cade for throwing me under the bus on this one.
“Oh, come on.” He laughs. “This is totally something you would do. You don't plan anything. You roll with the punches.” He turns his attention back to Sloan. “What gives?”
Sloan let's out a deep sigh, running his hands through his thick hair.
“Lizzy’s pregnant.”
“I'm guessing that wasn't planned either,” Cade throws out.
Sloan lets out a strained laugh. “No, it definitely wasn’t planned.”
“When did you find out?” I’m not sure what else to ask and I feel awkward standing here, so I start putting wings on my plate and my brothers follow suit, making their plates while we listen to Sloan.
“At the barbecue. She wasn't sure, but she thought she might be. We stopped at the drugstore and picked up some tests on the way home.” He shakes his head with a chuckle, a smile on his face. “She took four of those fuckers and they all came back positive.” Sloan grabs his filled plate and his beer and heads to the dining room, the rest of us following in behind. “Here I was giving Cade shit for getting Nora pregnant without a plan in place and little did I know I was right in the same boat. I wouldn’t change it for the world, though.”
“When are you planning on telling mom and dad?” I ask, adding my plate to the table.
“Tomorrow night. We're going over for dinner.”
“Any idea what you're gonna say?”
“No clue. Maybe I’ll have Lizzy tell them.” Sloan says it with a playful tone, and I hope to God he’s joking.
“Yeah, that’s great Sloan. Make your pregnant wife tell her new mother-in-law she ran off and eloped with her oldest son. That’ll go over really well.” I add the last part with as much sarcasm as I can muster, then realize what I’ve said. “Fuck. Did you hear what I said, Sloan? Your wife. Congratulations, man.” I reach over and pull him in for a hug. My other brothers take their turns offering their congratulations too.
“Thanks. It feels good to finally tell you guys.” He smiles sheepishly. “We were going to try and get everyone together and make one big announcement, but Lizzy thought we should tell the parents first.”
“No one else knows yet?” Nik asks him, getting in on the veggie and dip tray Cade brought to the table from the kitchen.
“Carson does, since he came with us. He was our witness. Lizzy called her parents when we got back.”
“I can’t believe you eloped,” I say, shaking my head. “See? It’s like I always tell you, you can’t plan for everything. Sometimes the best things in life happen to you when you least expect them.” Like meeting a random woman and having the wind lift her skirt, setting off a chain of events which seem too good to be true but aren’t.
As I’m sitting here with my brothers—listening to Sloan tell us about finding out Lizzy was pregnant and about how he was already planning to propose before he even found out about the baby—my mind can’t help but wander back to Kara. I could see going through this with Kara, deciding on a whim to run off to Vegas and elope with the woman I love, to see her belly rounded, growing my child inside her.
Our child.
For the first time in my life, the idea of marriage and children looks like a real possibility rather than a future eventuality, and it doesn’t scare me.
For the first time, I finally let myself admit the truth. I finally let myself admit the fact that I'm in love with Kara Mitchell.
Chapter Sixteen
Kara
“Remind me again why you wanted to get ready here?”
Ash leans his shoulder against the doorway, fiddling with the cuff of his dress shirt. “Because if I was getting dressed at home I’d be missing this killer view.”
Heat rises in my cheeks as Ash’s eyes roam over my body while I sit on the edge of the bed, fastening the clips of my garter. The lust in his eyes is unmistakable.
“Damn you look good.”
I laugh. “I haven't even gotten dressed yet.”
A salacious grin crosses his face. “I know.”
I give a playful roll of my eyes, but my breath hitches when I see Ash make his way to me. His well-dressed frame strolls across the room like a tiger stalking his prey and I realize any chance we had at showing up to this party on time just flew out the window.
For the record, I'm totally okay with that.
Ash stops in front of me, reaching down and tucking his fingers under my chin, lifting my gaze up to his. His eyes roam over my face in silent permission.
“We're going to be late.”
My protest is soft-spoken and half-hearted at best, but he pays no attention to my words. He knows what I want, even if I don’t vocalize it. “Lie back. I want a taste.”
My nipples pucker at the sound of his dirty sentiment, but I could never deny this man what he wants. Leaning back on my hands, I scoot myself up in the bed and flatten my back against the mattress. Still fully dressed in his dark washed jeans and royal blue button-down shirt that makes his eyes pop, Ash kneels onto the bed between my legs. The rough pads of his fingertips graze my thighs as he slips his hands under the lace of my panties and slips them down my legs.
Running his fingers over the metal clasps, Ash asks, “What is it with these garters? Every time I see you in them, I can’t keep my lips off you.” Gripping my thighs, he pulls me to the edge of the bed and resumes kneeling, this time on the floor at the foot of the bed. His broad shoulders wedge between my open legs, his warm breath against my wet and sensitive core. His tongue sweeps across my slickness, the tip flicking my clit when he reaches the top.
With my head dropped back on the mattress and my eyes closed, I try to answer his question around the rapid pulse beating through my clit. “Pavlov’s dog.” My thoughts are so jumbled. Those are the only words that come out. That’s what his touch does to me. It renders me useless.
I hear Ash chuckle before his tongue takes another swipe through my wetness. “Classic conditioning.” He licks me again. “You’ve trained me.”
I moan in response as his tongue dips inside me. “Sorry,” seems to be the only word I can manage. His tongue strokes over me, stealing my breath and his movements lift me higher, closer to crashing over the cliff.
“No apologies,” he mumbles against me. “I like it.”
I feel two of his fingers glide through my arousal and slide into me. My hands fist the sheets beneath them, my body tightening around him. He flicks his tongue over my hardened nub again. “But it means I get to train you too.” His tongue swirls around my clit. “You okay with that?”
He sucks it into his mouth and fuck, I'd say yes to anything right now. I somehow manage to grit out the word ‘yes’ and Ash doesn’t waste any more of his energy on talking. He’s all action. Fingers stroking inside me, tongue working me over, my orgasm crashes over me with no warning. The rhythmic pulses of my pussy against Ash’s tongue elicit a moan from his mouth—a deep, rich tone that has me on the verge of coming again. This man can turn me on like no other.
His tongue is relentless as another wave washes over me. Finally, I can’t take anymore. “Ash, please. No more. I can’t.” My back arches as I try to move away from his wicked tongue.
Without any other pleading, Ash releases me from his grasp, placing a soft kiss against the inside of my thigh before rising back up to his feet. When my eyes meet his, they immediately drop to his lips. They're pulled into a grin, and a look of satisfaction crosses his face.
His smile grows wider. Grabbing my discarded panties at his feet, he uses the scraps of lace to wipe his lips and chin. Balling them up in his fist, he slips them into the pocket of his jeans.
“Hey, I need those.” Propping myself up on my elbows, I quirk an eyebrow at Ash.
It doesn’t even phase him. “No, you don’t. I’m keeping them.” He adjusts the bulge pushing against his zipper and I lick my lips. “Finish getting ready.” He turns and walks to the bathroom, stopping at the door and turning to face me. “Oh, and Kara? Don’t bother putting on another pair either.”
He winks at me before closing the door and I flop back onto the bed.
This night is certainly getting off to a good start.
***
The music, heavy with base, thumps through the dimly lit club. It also jars my body with every beat, bringing back a flood of memories with it. It’s been years since I’ve stepped foot into a club, and I’ve never been in one as posh as this.
It’s a remodeled two-story loft warehouse with a dance floor and large bar taking up the bottom floor. The walls are draped ceiling to floor in a dark, heavy fabric making the whole place seem more intimate, more closed off from the outside world. Staircases line both sides of the building, leading to the second-floor loft where another bar sits along the back wall with tables with chairs scattered all around.
Opening night is by invitation only, and the security guard in charge of the door looks over the identification cards Ash and I handed to him. After checking the list on his clipboard and finding our names on it, the large, intimidating man lets us through.
The place is already packed, couples grinding with one another on the dance floor, the bar at least two people deep in some places. The live DJ spins and mixes his music from the elevated platform and the crowd moves in time with the beat.
Grabbing my hand tightly so we don't get separated, Ash leads me through the packed crowd. We head to the bar where Ash sees Ben—his client who owns the bar—standing with one of the bartenders. The noise is a little less obtrusive this far from the dance floor, but Ash still shouts to be heard when they talk. I can't hear them well enough to engage in the conversation, but it's okay. It’s all business talk anyway, I assume. The rhythm of the music pulls me away. I sway in time to the sultry beat and get lost in my own world until two strong arms wrap around my waist.
Spinning around to face him, I pull him with me to the dance floor, the smile never dropping from his face. He spins me around once we reach the floor, facing me away from him. His front stays pressed tightly to my back, his arms wrapped around my waist to hold me close.
As if I’d ever want to be anywhere other than his arms.
His lips graze over my neck and around my ear as we grind against each other, our hips moving in time with the beat of the music. His hand splays across my stomach, the tip of his thumb grazing the underside of my breast. It's hot as sin in here, but chills race across my body as I feel him grow hard against me.
Fuck, he's as turned on as I am. We lose ourselves in the music. Our dance is like a slow seduction, one I can't take much more of. I'm hot, thirsty, and turned on beyond imagination by the time we finally step off the dance floor and head back to the bar. I don’t even know how long we were out there.
Ben is back at the bar again, and he hands us each a bottle of water. I have no hesitation in opening it, chugging back half of the cool, clear liquid. Ash does the same before capping his bottle and jumping back into his discussion with him. Again, I can't hear them with the thumping beat of the music pounding in my ears, but Ben must understand what he's saying. He points over our shoulders to a cornered off section of the upper floor. Ash uncaps his water and tosses back the rest of its contents, leaving the empty bottle on the bar.
He says something to me, but the thumping base is too much. I can't hear you. I mouth the words since I’m sure he can’t hear me, but he must read my lips. With a quick nod of his head, he slips his hand in mine and tugs me in behind him. I quickly leave my bottle behind with his.
He leads me to the staircase furthest from us and up to the second-floor loft. We weave through the smaller crowd to the area Ben pointed to. There’s another large man blocking this area as well. Ash addresses him and the two look down the stairs and across the bar to where Ben is still standing, giving them a quick nod of his head. The security guard immediately pulls one of the heavy, dark curtains aside revealing a small hallway and ushers us through the entry.
Following the short and dimly lit corridor, Ash pulls us into a small room at the end of the hall past other closed curtains I can only assume lead to rooms too. Once inside, he pulls a cord which releases the thick, heavy fabric to cover the entrance, hiding us away from the rest of the club.
The room is small, not much bigger than a department store dressing room, with a bench along one wall and a single lighting fixture casting the room in a soft glow. It's also much quieter in here.
“I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you earlier,” I tell him, because I still have no idea what he was trying to tell me.
Ash straightens out the curtain, then turns and takes the few steps he needs to be right in my space, pressing me against the wall with his hard body up against mine. In contrast, the softness of his lips finds my ear. “You don't have to hear me, baby, just feel me.” His hands dip to my hips, his hard dick grinding into my hip. “I hope you don’t mind. I couldn’t wait to get you home.”
In this instant, it’s abundantly clear why Ash brought me in here, and I don’t hesitate to show him exactly how I feel about it. His face moves in front of mine, blue eyes burning bright with desire, before he sweeps my lips to his for a deep kiss which steals my breath even though I see it coming. My arms instinctively come up around Ash’s shoulders but he’s having none of it today. His hands grip mine and push my arms up the wall over my head, pinning me against it with his hip.
“I going to fuck you, right here, Kara.” The words are muffled, my ears still pulsing with the aftereffects of the music downstairs, but I hear him well enough to nod my head yes.
It’s all the permission he needs. He releases my hands, digging his into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet and pull out a condom. My hands fumble with his belt and once I get the buckle undone, I work on his button and zipper. Ash pushes his pants and underwear down his thighs and rolls the condom over his straining cock.
His hand slips under my skirt, finding exactly what he asked for.
Nothing.
There is no barrier between us. I did as he instructed and never put on another pair of panties. The smile lighting his face when he realizes I did as he asked is gorgeous. A surge of affection washes through me at making him happy. I love that I put that smile on his face.
His fingers glide through the wetness he’s created, and two fingers slip inside working away the tightness, stretching me for him. He’s everywhere, a barrage of fingers, hands, and lips that have me aching for more than only his fingers inside me. They do nothing to ease the desire he’s fueling. I physically need him, but before I get the chance to tell him, he’s already one step ahead of me. He always knows what I want before I do.
Lifting my skirt up and bunching it around my waist, Ash picks me up, my legs wrapping around him, his heavy erection pressed between us. Holding me up with one arm, his lips find mine again as he lines his cock up with my entrance, allowing me to sink down onto him. The ache that's been building since the moment we started grinding on the dance floor only gets stronger as he pushes my back against the wall, using the leverage to move steadily inside me.
My skin, slick with exertion, slides against his as he increases his s
peed. I want to hold on, to make this last as long as possible, but the build-up has been going on too long. It’s too much and I go crashing over the edge long before I'm ready, my pussy clenching around him as he continues to move inside me. I moan out my pleasure as he pumps into me, hard. He’s rough, relentless, and demanding a second orgasm from me. I’m powerless to refuse. It’s only when I come for the second time that Ash follows me over the cliff, grinding out his release against me.
He holds me steady against him for a minute, his softening cock slipping out of me as I slide down the wall to stand on wobbly heels. Dropping my skirt back into place, our eyes meet in the dim lighting and we laugh at ourselves. We're both a mess, flushed and sweaty from sex and dancing. His hair is wild, sticking up in all directions where my fingers tore through it. I can only imagine what I must look like. I can already feel patches on my skin tingling where his stubble rubbed against them and my lips feel swollen from his kisses. He runs his hands through his hair as we catch our breaths. “We should go clean up.” I nod my head, a smile plastered on my face as he dips in for another quick kiss.
Ash leads us out of the curtained area and back past the security guard who gave us entry. If the man has any idea what we were doing back here, he never lets on as he doesn’t even make eye contact with either of us as we slip past him. He must know though. Based on the setup, I can’t imagine these rooms are being used for much else.
There’s less people on this floor than there are downstairs, but we’re still forced to weave through several groups of people hanging near the upstairs bar. When we reach the restrooms, I’m relieved to see there isn’t the usual long line in front of the Women’s room like there typically is. Ash gives me another quick kiss before leaving me to go one way while he heads to the Men’s room in the opposite direction.