Page 58 of Keeping Promises

I shriek in excitement, and Asher’s expression makes me laugh harder. I press up on my toes and give him a soft peck on the lips before rushing off—well, as fast as I can, being as large as I am; it’s becoming more of a waddle, though—to the bathroom to rinse off the day in a quick shower.

When I would see a pregnant woman walk funny in movies or on the street, I wondered if it was all an act of them walking like that, but I can attest it just happens. I’ve always been petite, so my growing breasts and stomach have been an adjustment in itself.

Once dressed in black leggings and a fitted tank, I join Asher in the living room. I find him sitting on the floor, propped up against the couch with his ankles crossed in front of him. I don’t know which looks more delicious—him or the plate of bacon strips and Twizzlers next to him.

“Hey, that was fast. I thought you might have taken your time or something.”

“And delay this? No way. I mean, you do know what you’re getting into watching this marathon with me, right?”

He chuckles and helps me sit down next to him, surrounded by pillows. I didn’t even realize I owned this many pillows in my apartment. Some must have come from either the town house or Brynn and Cal’s apartment.

“I’ve watched movies with you before, Hadley.”

“Oh, I know.” I swipe a slice of bacon off the plate he offers to me. “I just hope you realize that an entire planned movie marathon, though, means you get to hear me quoting lines, singing songs, and giving you fun facts about the movieall. Night. Long.”

He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. Shit, when he does that, I’m ready to say to hell with the movies, and let’s make our own.But I am also really excited to spend the evening doing this, knowing that he went through so much trouble with changing plansandenlisting help from the girls. He could’ve easily changed the plan entirely, but he didn’t.

We’re halfway throughSt. Elmo’s Firewhen there is a knock on the door. I lift my head off Asher’s chest. “Umm, are you expecting company?” He glances down and smiles at me before kissing my nose. I shift to allow him to get up and answer the door.

“Thanks, man,” he says before closing it.

I twist, resting my elbow on the couch cushion behind me. “Who was that?”

Asher spins, holding up a familiar white bag with a bright pink logo.Just when I didn’t think this night could get any better.

“Oh my God, you didn’t,” I shout, my mouth already watering.

He slowly nods as he returns to the makeshift bed on the floor. “I did. Feel free to thank me.”

I grab the Johnny’s Diner bag from his hand and bring it to my nose, inhaling. I let out a shameless moan. Icannotwait to devour this food. “Babe, if I weren’t so excited for this burger, I would be thanking you with my vagina right now, but sorry, a bacon cheeseburger from Johnny’s tops your dick these days.” He fakes offense with his hand pressed to his chest. “Oh, don’t act like you’re not just as excited for this.”

He grabs the bag out of my hand and pulls out two foil-wrapped burgers, handing me one and setting his in his lap.

With a mouthful of delicious food, I mumble, “Thank you.”

“Was that English?” Asher laughs, covering his mouth with his fist, talking with a mouthful. So maybe he has better manners than I do. Hopefully, baby girl will take after her dad on this front.

I swallow my bite down while waving my middle finger at him. “I said thank you for all of this. This is perfect. All of my favorite things.”

“Anything for you, babe.” He winks before turning back to his burger.

Once we’ve finished our food and cleaned up, it’s time to start the second movie—Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.Such a classic and an ’80s movie that Asher has actually seen.

Ten minutes in, I decide to thank Asher properly for going through all this. I drag my hand up to his thigh ever so slowly. He grabs my wrist. “What are you doing?”

“Thanking you for tonight.” I pepper kisses along his neck, focusing on the spot near his ear that drives him wild. His breathing becomes labored, and I know he’s turned on because I find his cock already hard in his pants when my hand glides over it.

“You don’t want to watch the movie?” he asks, and I’m questioning why he’s choosing now to be a gentleman when I’m moments away from whipping his cock out and showing it appreciation.

“I could quote the entire movie in my sleep, and I’d rather pay attention to you than Matthew Broderick playing hooky and gallivanting around town with his best friend and girlfriend.” I further my point by not even focusing on the screen but quote the next line.

Asher threads his fingers into my hair, pulling me off his neck, and his lips find mine. The kiss quickly turns hungry, both of us ready to satisfy a different hunger.

“Naked, now,” I command, and Asher wastes no time helping me shed my leggings and panties first before doing the same with his jeans and boxers. Once we are both bare to each other, I lift one leg over his lap, straddling him, and grip the base of his cock, aligning it with my already wet pussy.

My fingers claw at his shirt, and I can’t get it off fast enough as I sink down on top of him. Our moans drown out the sounds of the TV as I ride him in search of my climax. My protruding bump gets in the way, making me feel awkward. Asher must sense something shift in me, and I don’t mean his cock because all too soon, he pulls out of me.

“Get on your hands and knees. I need to fuck you from behind.” The deep baritone of his voice causes additional juices to run down my thigh.

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