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She’s mine. And I will protect her with everything I’ve got.
Chapter26
He Could Be The One
Esme
Two weeks until I’m supposed to be leaving Oklahoma to return to California. After the bedroom incident, I realized just how much I like him. Could I be falling for him? I’ve never felt like this for someone, and it scares the living fuck out of me. And I’m absolutely crushed. I know this isn’t going to work. We’re just playing some game. There’s always been a time limit. He knows I have to go home to get my inheritance.
It’s really hard to not look at him and melt into a puddle. The smirk he gives me, the promises to keep me safe, and the obvious attraction we share for one another has me staring off and dreaming of the could-be’s. We could be together, we could enjoy the life I’ve started to build out here, we could… We could do, we couldbe,so much.
After the bedroom moment, our sexual tension has just increased. We’re constantly finding random corners to make out and give each other oral. It’s like there’s a match lit whenever we’re around one another, the need to touch ever increasing.
I sit back on my heels and look out at him drilling T-posts into the ground. His shirt is off, his abs rippling with every thrust downward. He truly is a sight to look at. I zone out, imagining what life would look like for me if this is how it was for the rest of my life, and I smile at the thought. I really am falling hard and fast. I need to snap out of it. I turn back to the flowerbed I was weeding before I get caught staring too long. I think for a moment longer before I stand and take off my gloves. Dusting my knees off, I head inside to grab my phone. I don’t use it much anymore except to stay in contact with Hannah and my grandparents and the occasional message from the detectives working Daddy’s case.
I pull up my browser before going to the airline site and search for a flight for two weeks from today. I input my information and before I think about it anymore, I scroll down to checkout. Right above the button, there’s a question asking if I’d like to buy travel protection in case I need to cancel. I guess I’d rather be safe than sorry, so I click accept, and checkout. I breathe out a shaky breath and hang my head. I really need to start distancing myself. This is really going to hurt like a bitch if I don’t. He’s just so damn hard to stay away from. I hear the door open behind me, and then his strong hands grab my hips and pull me back into him. His lips find my neck, and I roll my head to the other side to allow him access. I feel my body heat, becoming compliant, and then I snap back into reality. I snap my head up and step out his grasp, and he looks at me with his head tilted to the side. I can’t help but giggle at his reaction.
“Uh, you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’m just sweaty.”
“I like you a little salty,” he says an octave lower. His eyes are full of fire, and I want nothing more than to give in.
“Ash, quit, I’m gross,” I say, putting some more distance between us.
“Mmmm, I like it when you’re dirty,” he counters with a wink. I can’t help but get giddy when he starts joking around like this. It’s hot and funny and does all the things to me.
I’m not sure I’m strong enough to say no right now. I really am weak, but he just stalks closer and reaches out to grab the back of my neck. His mouth hits mine, and I collapse into him. I bring my hands up to cup his face and keep me close to him. He picks me up and sets me on the table, putting himself in between my legs. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he pushes me down until my back is flat on the table. I’m grinding up on him, trying to pull him closer to get pressure. I’m so fucking pathetic, not able to turn down an orgasm. I’ve become an addict.
We haven’t broken once from our kiss, but he’s already snaking his hand down the front of my pants and popping the button. I’m not sure how he maneuvers it, but his hand is in my pants and circling my clit. I run my hands everywhere I can reach before he finally pulls away from me and looks down at me. There’s something so intimate about staring into a man’s eyes while they bring you to the brink. He knows I like to be edged, so he does it on a regular basis now.
Motion from his other arm draws my attention to the area, but before I have a chance to see what he’s doing a string of baling twine flashes in front of my face.
“I’m going to tie up your hands, okay Princess?”
I nod, putting my wrists together in front of me as Asher removes his other hand from my pants. He makes quick work wrapping the string around my wrists to secure them together in a way that’s not tight, but will definitely keep them connected. I pull at them lightly to test it.
“Now, put your hands above your head and don’t fucking move them.”
I do as he says and lift them above my head. He goes back to kissing me and circling my clit. It’s so hard to keep them there, the urge to touch him growing greater the closer I get to the line. To feel his hair through my fingertips and pull at the roots. To grapple at the counter edge and hold on for dear life.
After a couple more denials, my body is acting on its own accord, doing what it wants. The need coursing through my body is greater than ever before. I don’t even think as I reach towards him, and before I even get the chance to touch him he pinches my clit. A mixture between a moan and “ouch” spills out of my mouth as I flinch and try to smack his shoulder.
“What the fuck?” I snap.
“I told you to do something, and you didn’t listen to me,” he says as he slowly starts circling my clit again.
“Oh fuck,” I say as my back bows off the table.
“I told you to keep your hands above your head. If you move them again, I won’t let you come. Put your hands back,so I can make you feel good, Princess.”
I immediately put my hand back where he told me to keep it and bring my head up to get his lips again. We continue to make out as he brings me to the edge and back down again and again. Our lips colliding as my body writhes, wishing for release, but I don’t dare move my hands.
“Come for me,” is the last thing he says before the gate opens, and I come. Hard. Stars line my vision as I twitch and ride out the orgasm.
“So fucking good,” he praises.
I watch as he removes his hand from my pants and sucks his fingers into his mouth, groaning around them.
