Page 43 of Asher

“You both can go,” Garrett adds. “Just don’t forget to turn up to the meeting this afternoon.”

My cousins exchange glances. “Uh… we live here?” Zac ventures.

“I know, but since I’m a lot less stressed now, I was planning to strip Asher and ride him like a—”

“Annnnd we’re going! Bye!” Zac teleports out without waiting for a reply. Micah’s only a moment behind him but laughing so hard, I hope he actually makes it to wherever he’s going.

“Ride me, huh?” I lean back against the sofa and extend a hand to Garrett. “Let’s talk some more about that.”

He grins and straddles my lap. “I was actually thinking a demonstration might be more effective. Since we have the place to—”

“I’m not looking!”

We both look up, startled, as Zac teleports back into the room. He’s got his hand firmly over his eyes. “I just wanted to remind you that this is a shared space! We all use that sofa, so please have your married-people sex in your bedroom.” Before we can reply, he teleports back out.

Garrett’s laugh vibrates through me. “Married-people sex? Does that mean if we weren’t married, he wouldn’t care if we fucked on the sofa?”

“I’m pretty sure he’s fucked on this sofa,” I admit, then adjust his weight in my lap, wrap my arms around him, and stand.

“Ooooh. Impressive. Big, strong demon.” Garrett’s still laughing, but that doesn’t take away from my pride in that feat.

“I’ll show you impressive,” I promise, heading toward our bedroom. We’ve been alternating between my room here and his at the house he shares with his team. The official story is that we’ll have our own house built come spring, but unofficially, we haven’t decided yet if that’s going to happen.

But one thing I’m sure about is that we’re dynamite in bed.

I drop him on the mattress, and he bounces, then instantly whips off his shirt. “I changed my mind.”

Freezing midstep, I say, “What?” Changed his mind?

“I don’t want to ride you. I want to lie back and be treated like a prince.”

Snorting, I make an elaborate bow. “Of course, Your most Royal Highness.”

He sniffs theatrically. “And then I want to be fucked through the mattress.”

I bite back a laugh. “I live only to serve, Your Highness.”

“Hop to it, then,” he demands, but he’s grinning. “Serve faster.”

I throw my shirt at him and get started on my pants. He wiggles out of his clothes, and when I go to close the bedroom door—just in case—he grabs the lube from the nightstand.

“Give me that, Your Highness. All part of the service.” I join him on the bed and take the tube.

“Hmm, I could get to like this.” Garrett snuggles back into the pillows, bending his knees and opening his legs. With his cock rapidly hardening and the dark shadow of his pucker, it makes for a tempting view.

I grab his hips and drag him down a little, adjusting the angle so I’ll have full access, and he mock gasps. “How forceful you are!” He flutters his lashes at me. “I may just swoon.”

“You go ahead and swoon if you need to,” I offer, patting his knee. “I’ll just fuck you through the mattress in the meantime.” I lean down and kiss his abdomen, right along his happy trail under his belly button.

“So dedicated,” he murmurs. “Are you sure you can handle the hardship?”

Shrugging, I squirt lube onto my fingers. “Some sacrifices need to be made.” I trace my index finger around his rim, and the muscle there instinctively tightens before he forces it to relax. “There you go,” I croon. “Let me in.”

It doesn’t take long for me to stretch him, and because I go out of my way to tag his prostate a few times, he’s soon writhing on the bed and demanding more. I take a moment to lay a line of kisses along his dick, and he grabs my ears and pulls my head up. “In me. Now.”

“You’re so demanding, Your Highness.”

“Ash…” It’s half warning, half sob, and I free myself from his grip and line my cock up with his entrance.

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