Page 20 of Roped in Chaos
I grabbed a sandwich, let’s grab a drink soon and I’ll cook for us instead.
-Ash
Well if he’s going to take it easy, so am I. I make myself a sandwich, grab my phone, and call it a night.
Chapter17
Drunk On You
Asher
I’ve been avoiding Esme for the last week. After I caught her moaning my name while she was touching that virgin pussy, I couldn’t trust myself to get close to her. I worried that if I got too close, I would immediately go rabid and rail into her just so I could get a taste of my own. I went back to my place after that and came so hard to the sound replaying in my mind that I saw stars. The ropes of cum that shot into my hand were more than I’d ever dealt with before. I needed the distance to calm down. I’m sure she’s confused, though. I feel guilty as fuck because she’s acting like a shy dog. At first I just avoided her and basically ran away if I saw her coming too close, and now she’s hesitant to be near me. I need to have a couple drinks and then man the fuck up and talk to her. I did promise her a drink…
Phillis and Peter are gone again, so I walk up to the house with a fresh bottle of tequila and everything to make her favorite red pepper pasta. I walk in, and she’s sitting on the couch with her Kindle app pulled up on her phone.
“Heyyy,” I say to announce my arrival. She looks up at me and then back down to continue reading. I mean, I deserve that but still, ouch.
“I brought stuff to make red pepper pasta,” I sing.
She side-eyes me, and I make sure I’m in her line of sight by leaning on one foot and tipping over. I give her a huge shit-eating grin, and she chuckles and looks back down at her phone. I’ll take that as a win for now.
“Andddd…” She tilts her ear toward me, and I can tell I’ve piqued her interest, “I have a whole bottle of tequila.” I give the bottle a little shake to emphasize my point.
“Ooo!” She jumps up and grabs the bottle from my hand.
She’s so fucking cute.Wait, shit no. Asher, no, she can’t be cute. You can’t have her,I berate myself mentally.
She makes her way over to the cupboard and pulls two shot glasses from it. She fills both of them before handing one to me.
“To the men in our lives who like to avoid us.” she cheers before shooting the clear liquid back. Without even processing the first one, she fills her glass and pours that one back too.
“Okay, let’s get some food in our stomachs before we get drunk off our asses.”
“Speak for yourself,” she says before she shoots another one.
“Look, Princess, I’m sorry, okay?” I get the water boiling and start adding the ingredients into the blender.
“What the fuck is your issue? You may not get it, but you’re my person here. You’re all I really have with my grandparents being so old. You’re the only one who gets me here. We had so much fun at the river, or at least I thought we did. What did I do?” Her voice carries off, and she looks down at the ground. I mentally kick myself for making her feel like this, but I don’t know how to explain that I am afraid I am going fuck her if I get too close.
“It’s me, Princess.” I guide my finger under her chin and force it up so she has to look at me. Our height difference makes it so I tower over her. Her big doe eyes are glassy with extra moisture.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t want you to feel like this. I just had to figure some shit out, and when you’re around, my head gets all foggy. I can’t think straight around you. I’m so fucking sorry.”
She nods, but I don’t accept it.
“I’ma make us this pasta, and then we’ll chill out and talk. Okay?”
She walks back to the couch, taking the bottle and glass with her. I need to make this shit fast before she’s so drunk she can’t remember the conversation.
I mix the noodles and sauce together and plate it before heading back to her. She has her head resting on her shoulder, and the bottle has an obvious amount gone. Fuck, I took too long.
“Hey, Princess, let’s get some food into you.”
“You’re so fucking hot,” she slurs. I can’t help but laugh.
“Okay, here’s your plate.” I hand it to her, and she shovels three forkfuls into her mouth. She has red sauce spilling from her lips and looks like a chipmunk with her mouth of noodles.
“This is so fucking good…” she starts. “Would you fuck me?” I choke on the bite I am chewing and swallow it down. She sets her bowl on the coffee table and just looks at me.
