Asher rose from the couch, his back stiff and headed up the stairs. He paused, turning back to me. “Don’t think this interruption is stopping me from getting inside your beautiful body. I made you come once. I will do it again. It’s only a matter of when.”
***
(Asher)
I almost fucked my best friend. It was bound to happen. I knew it, but I wasn’t sure if she did. Platonic relationships didn’t happen often. I was surprised at myself that I lasted this long. Meeka was beautiful. Thick hair that I would give my left nut to wrap my hands in and pull. Her full pouty lips. Her pale unmarked skin. My hands tingled with the need to leave marks on her body. I couldn’t help but crave the feel of her skin warming beneath my touch. A spank here. A smack there. Her ass would be mine in no time.
My dick was still hard, but with having Vice-One and King’s Harlots over in less than an hour, there was nothing I could do about it. Meeka needed to be savored. She had been with men but not me. The inner Alpha inside of me roared, springing to life at the mere thought of getting inside her delicious body. I could still smell her sweetness on my fingers. I could taste her tongue on my lips. Fuck, she was gorgeous, and she didn’t even know it.
All of these feelings rushed together at once, leaving me breathless and out of control. The possessive need to throw her down and take that control back was overwhelming. Never in my life had I wanted to mark my territory like I did her. Was it normal? Did other men feel this way? I was acting like a caveman. The next thing I knew, I’d be pounding on my chest and grunting. I might as well have demanded that she cook me food and bring me beer.
After I got off the phone with Angel, something had switched between Meeka and me. Yes, she wanted me, but I also didn’t want to make things weird. But the erection I was sporting didn’t give two flying fucks about feelings and shit.
I spent the next hour taking several cold showers and focusing on Charles. But I was distracted. All of my thoughts traveled back to a tiny hot as hell woman that I suddenly could not get enough of.
Voices sounded from downstairs causing a tremor of frustration to travel through me. I loved my brothers. I loved my job. I respected Meeka’s sisters but for whatever reason, I wanted to steal Meeka and disappear. Even just to talk. To spend time shooting the shit like we did as kids.
“He’s upstairs,” I heard Meeka say.
“I’m here,” I grumbled, joining everyone in the living room.
“Well, don’t you look fucking chipper.” Dale clapped a hand on my back. “I feel …” He scratched his chin. “It’s been way too long.”
Vincent Stone laughed. The guy came on later in the game but fit in like he had been with us for years. Going by Stone, he had dealt with highly classified tasks before becoming a SEAL.
“I’m getting antsy,” was all Coby said. The guy lived for the excitement even though you would never know by the emotionless numbing expression on his face.
“I need to work out,” Brogan mumbled, dropping onto the couch beside Meeka. She linked their arms, leaning her head against Meeka’s shoulder.
Angel and Jay were chatting quietly in the corner. Every so often, Angel would kiss her forehead. Jay’s shoulders would slump, like she had taken on the weight of the world. I wanted to ask how her sister was, but I knew that was a touchy subject.
Meeka excused herself from the couch, slowly making her way to Jay. “Sorry to interrupt. Can I talk to you for a second, Jay?”
Jay frowned. “No.” And turned back to Angel.
Bitch . My back stiffened as I watched the hope drain from Meeka’s face.
“What the hell was that?” Angel demanded, his brows narrowing.
“I’m not ready to talk to her,” Jay cried.
“Meeka,” I said, leaning against the wall.
Her gaze snapped to mine, her eyes rimming over.
“Come here, Hummingbird.” I reached a hand out to
***
(Asher)
I almost fucked my best friend. It was bound to happen. I knew it, but I wasn’t sure if she did. Platonic relationships didn’t happen often. I was surprised at myself that I lasted this long. Meeka was beautiful. Thick hair that I would give my left nut to wrap my hands in and pull. Her full pouty lips. Her pale unmarked skin. My hands tingled with the need to leave marks on her body. I couldn’t help but crave the feel of her skin warming beneath my touch. A spank here. A smack there. Her ass would be mine in no time.
My dick was still hard, but with having Vice-One and King’s Harlots over in less than an hour, there was nothing I could do about it. Meeka needed to be savored. She had been with men but not me. The inner Alpha inside of me roared, springing to life at the mere thought of getting inside her delicious body. I could still smell her sweetness on my fingers. I could taste her tongue on my lips. Fuck, she was gorgeous, and she didn’t even know it.
All of these feelings rushed together at once, leaving me breathless and out of control. The possessive need to throw her down and take that control back was overwhelming. Never in my life had I wanted to mark my territory like I did her. Was it normal? Did other men feel this way? I was acting like a caveman. The next thing I knew, I’d be pounding on my chest and grunting. I might as well have demanded that she cook me food and bring me beer.
After I got off the phone with Angel, something had switched between Meeka and me. Yes, she wanted me, but I also didn’t want to make things weird. But the erection I was sporting didn’t give two flying fucks about feelings and shit.
I spent the next hour taking several cold showers and focusing on Charles. But I was distracted. All of my thoughts traveled back to a tiny hot as hell woman that I suddenly could not get enough of.
Voices sounded from downstairs causing a tremor of frustration to travel through me. I loved my brothers. I loved my job. I respected Meeka’s sisters but for whatever reason, I wanted to steal Meeka and disappear. Even just to talk. To spend time shooting the shit like we did as kids.
“He’s upstairs,” I heard Meeka say.
“I’m here,” I grumbled, joining everyone in the living room.
“Well, don’t you look fucking chipper.” Dale clapped a hand on my back. “I feel …” He scratched his chin. “It’s been way too long.”
Vincent Stone laughed. The guy came on later in the game but fit in like he had been with us for years. Going by Stone, he had dealt with highly classified tasks before becoming a SEAL.
“I’m getting antsy,” was all Coby said. The guy lived for the excitement even though you would never know by the emotionless numbing expression on his face.
“I need to work out,” Brogan mumbled, dropping onto the couch beside Meeka. She linked their arms, leaning her head against Meeka’s shoulder.
Angel and Jay were chatting quietly in the corner. Every so often, Angel would kiss her forehead. Jay’s shoulders would slump, like she had taken on the weight of the world. I wanted to ask how her sister was, but I knew that was a touchy subject.
Meeka excused herself from the couch, slowly making her way to Jay. “Sorry to interrupt. Can I talk to you for a second, Jay?”
Jay frowned. “No.” And turned back to Angel.
Bitch . My back stiffened as I watched the hope drain from Meeka’s face.
“What the hell was that?” Angel demanded, his brows narrowing.
“I’m not ready to talk to her,” Jay cried.
“Meeka,” I said, leaning against the wall.
Her gaze snapped to mine, her eyes rimming over.
“Come here, Hummingbird.” I reached a hand out to
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