13. Asher

13

ASHER

“ L ennon.” After our time in the pool last night, we made it inside, but neither of us were ready to call it a night. When I offered her a shirt and pair of sweats, Lennon asked if she could take a quick shower. The sun set, darkness took over, and the temperature dropped at a rapid pace, causing her teeth to chatter. She needed a hot shower and warm clothes stat; I settled her in my shower and went to the backyard. It only took me a few minutes to clean up around the patio, my shorts a mess and my dick rock hard again knowing Lennon was in my bathroom, wet and naked. The outdoor shower helped me in a pinch. The downfall of that is I’ve yet to run hot water out back. The plus side is it helped calm my cock down for a few minutes.

When I walked back into the house, Lennon was sitting on the foot of my bed with her legs crossed and braiding her hair. I asked if she wanted to watch a movie, and her answer was quick. We settled into my bed at first, with her on one side and me on the other, nearly a foot or so between us. That didn’t last long. Her eyes started drifting closed, and we both gravitated toward one another. My arm tucked beneath her neck holding her close, her head settled on my chest well after the movie credits ended, but Lennon didn’t budge. The last thing I wanted to do was wake her up, so I did one better. I let her sleep and reluctantly left her while I shut down the rest of the house, looked over everything to make sure everything was good to go, and climbed back into bed with her.

“Oh shit, what time is it?” She flies up in a sitting position, moving her hair out of her face. Lennon’s hair is no longer braided, and her face is soft with sleep. The only downfall of her in my bed right now is we both have to get to work and neither of us are naked.

“You got plenty of time.” I roll over, wedging myself between her now spread thighs, forearms on either side of her head, and dip my head until I’m hovering just above her lips. I at least had the forethought to set my alarm for an ungodly hour. Except I know she works in Luke’s building and he’s an early-bird-gets-the-worm type. Which means Lennon has to get up earlier than I usually would.

“Are you sure?” she asks, unbothered by the fact that we slept together in my bed all night.

“Positive. The sun is barely rising, which gives you enough time to get ready for work and avoid traffic.” My mouth goes to hers, and I plant a kiss on her lips, damning myself for not setting the alarm twenty minutes earlier. We could have had time for me to at least get her off. And I’ll tell you what, sleeping next to her all night with her back to my front, ass pressed against my cock, my hand cupping her breast, and her snuggling into me as much as possible, was one of the best things I’ve ever experienced. It didn’t matter if she turned to move, she’d take me with her. My woman likes being held, and I’m going to be the only man who ever holds her again.

“In that case, good morning.” Her arms lift, wrapping around my shoulders while she shifts her legs upward and plants her feet on the mattress.

“Good morning. Going to kiss you now, Lennon,” I warn her in case she’s got some crazy delusion about me taking her mouth in the morning.

“Okay.” She licks her lips, and there’s my in. Cherry-colored, pillowy soft, and she yields to me so sweetly. I’d take this a hell of a lot further if this were a weekend and neither of us had to go to work today. Which I’m not looking forward to. Twenty-four hours away from Lennon is going to have me jonesing for her the minute I’m off work. Probably a good thing I’ll have a key to her place. Depending on when a call comes through will determine the time I get off, and I really like the idea of crawling into bed with her after a long day of work.

“Now, that’s a good morning. You sleep well?” I ask, pulling away after feeling her body come alive with my mouth and body pressed against hers.

“I agree. It’s a great morning.” She lifts up, asking for what she wants in a silent way.

“It sure the hell is.” Our kiss this time is longer, slower, and one that would lead to a hell of a lot more were it not for the vibration on the nightstand .

“Ugh, I take it our time is dwindling down?” she asks against my lips.

“Yes, damn it.” I’m annoyed as fuck we’re being interrupted, especially after finally having Lennon where I want her.

“Fine, maybe after work tonight, we can do something.” The smile and happiness on her face are about to be wiped away with a few words.

“I’m on shift for twenty-four hours, then off forty-eight.”

“Oh,” she breathes out.

“Fucking sucks, gorgeous, more than you know, especially since I’ve become addicted to you.” I’m trying to come up with a game plan, how this is going to work. It’s Tuesday. I’ll get off Wednesday morning and be home till Friday, then have to do it again on Saturday.

“Same, but I get it. I can’t necessarily be mad, what with my new job and all. Plus, it pays the bills, and the benefits are insanely great.” I’ll have to let Luke know how much his employees appreciate the perks to their job.

“True enough.” I sit back on my legs, pulling her up with me until we’re plastered together once again.

“I don’t think this is going to get us to work anytime soon.” My dick flexes as she tightens her thighs around my hips.

“Yeah, you’re right, but this feels good, too.” I hug her for a moment longer before finally getting out of bed. I’m noticing something else when it comes to Lennon. The sadness she tries to hide with her smile is slowly fading. There’s a spark there, and I’d like to think I have a whole lot to do with that .

“Asher.” My name rolling off her tongue has my hands staying on her as she attempts to walk past me.

“Lennon,” I reply.

“Work now, play later.” Her tone is playful.

“Yeah, yeah. Let me grab a shirt, and I’ll walk you back over.”

“Um, do you think that’s a good idea?” She looks from my clothes she’s wearing to my lack of clothing.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it?” I smirk, noticing her eyes are locked on my dick that’s sitting heavily against my leg.

“One.” A slim finger goes up. “There’s no way you can wear that without giving the neighbors a surprise of a lifetime, especially the ones across the street who sit under their tree day in and day out.” She has a point. “Two, I’m wearing your clothes. Tongues are going to be wagging.”

“Let ‘em talk, gorgeous. What could they have to say anyways? We’re both consenting adults, neither of us are married, and it’s not anyone’s concern. That being said, I’ll change my clothes, but you’re keeping mine on, and tonight, when you’re alone in bed, at least you’ll have me wrapped around you in some sort of way.” I watch as she mulls things over in her head. She sucks on her bottom lip, and I’m tempted to use my thumb to pull it out. Except then we’d never leave this room. We could both essentially lose our job, and we’d be shit out of luck.

“You’re right. I know you’re right. Still, the last thing I want is people talking about the new girl in town.” They’re already talking. She just hasn’t realized it yet, and I am not bringing that topic up.

“I am, and they won’t talk. Hell, the only people who are up at this time of day are probably out the door taking their kids to school,” I counter. Lennon starts smoothing her hair down, a habit I’m noticing when she’s either nervous or waging a war within herself.

“Fine, but you’re wearing a shirt. Preferably one to cover up that.” She points from my chest to my cock.

“Message received loud and clear.” I leave her in the middle of my bedroom and walk toward the dresser, riffling through the contents until I land on one, then pull it over my head. “Good?” I ask.

“Yes, thank you.” She’s staking a claim on me, whether she knows it or not.

“Never a problem, gorgeous. Never.” We walk through the house, her fingers laced with mine. I grab her keys off the counter, and she slips her feet into a pair of flip flops she wore over last night. I do the same, except mine are slides, and we head over to her place so she can start her day. Lennon doesn’t know it yet, but I’ll be staying until she leaves for work. I’ve got more than enough time, and I want to enjoy every last minute with her.