Page 33 of Roped in Chaos
“And you taste so fucking good. Fuhhhhh.”
I think I could come again from how erotic this scene is. He really is so fucking hot. He kisses me again, and I taste myself on him. I lick at his lips to get anything remaining before we both pull away and put our foreheads together. There really is something special about him.
He helps me up off the table before buttoning my pants for me and getting me a glass of water. No matter what, he makes sure I’m taken care of after we do things together.
He kisses me one more time before holding my hand. He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear while I stare up at him. His hand lands on my cheek, and I lean into it, appreciating the soft moments with him just as much as the dirty ones.
“I hope you know I’m not letting you go,” he says. I look down, afraid that if I continue to look at him, I’ll spill all my secrets.
He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. His eyes search mine with worry, like he’s afraid to know the truth.
“Tell me.”
“I bought a plane ticket.”
His facial expressions go from worried to pissed.
“What?! When?
“For in a couple weeks, Ash, c’mon.”
“Fucking cancel it. You’re not going anywhere, Esme.”
I shake my head and rub my lips together. He looks away and rubs the back of his neck.
He turns back around to look at me, and I can tell he’s clenching his jaw. I reach up to touch him and try to relieve some of the tension building, but he grips my wrist before I can.
“Don’t,” he snaps. “Fucking cancel it.”
“Asher, you know I have to go back.”
He drops my hand and starts stepping backward. I go to follow, but he puts a hand up to stop me.
“No,” he commands. “Fucking cancel the ticket. I swear to God, Es, cancel the ticket. You’re not fucking going anywhere.”
He turns around and walks out of the house before I can say anything else. I knew this was going to be difficult and hurt but fuck. I have to do this, though. I have to keep him safe. Regardless of how we both feel about it. This is what’s best.
I take a deep breath and steady myself. I got this. I only have two weeks left, so I might as well make the best out of this situation.
Chapter27
Truck Bed
Asher
Fuck, fuck, FUCK! I go storming out of the house and straight back to the T-posts I was originally working on. I pick one up, angle it, grab the T-post driver, and get to work. I grunt as I put all of my strength into each drive, working on getting as much of this frustration out as possible. One after another, I keep driving the posts until I feel my arms starting to shake from muscle fatigue. I drop the driver and fall back onto my ass. I don’t know where I went wrong. I lay back and let the sun seep into my skin. I’m going to go full plant-mode for a moment and try to photosynthesize just to see if this makes me feel a little bit better. Surprise, surprise, it doesn’t. It just looks like everything around me is dulled since the sun still manages to infiltrate my eyeballs with them closed.
I get up, not bothering to dust the crunchy grass off my ass and head into my trailer. I thread my fingers through my hair and pull at the strands. The tension and pain feels good, but it’s not enough to dull the ache in my chest. I pace back and forth and think about the words that came out of her mouth, “I bought a plane ticket.”
I thought we were becoming something more. I thought I won her over. Fuck, I really like this woman, and now she’s going to just leave. I pause for a moment, my hands on my hips as I consider what to do. I throw open the cupboard door and grab the whiskey before taking a long swig. I slam the bottle onto the counter and grip the edge. I have to come up with a damn good plan to keep her here.
Ding
It’s like someone heard my thoughts because all of a sudden my phone goes off with a text from a buddy of mine. I look down and immediately I know how I’m going to get my girl to stay.
Hey, man, did you see there’s a roping next Saturday?
I do now, you going?
