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“No, the other one.”
“Oh.” She smiles and laughs. “I love you.”
I lean forward and kiss her. I press hard into her, allowing the kiss to deepen.
“I love you too.”
We’re interrupted by the sound of gravel crunching outside and sirens. We stand and wait for the police to enter.
Time to get our story right.
Chapter36
Somebody Told Me
Esme
After what seems like hours, we are released from the police station. We’ve been questioned, and thankfully Daddy’s lawyer was able to come and help out. We loaded up in Asher’s truck and headed back to my house after. We haven’t talked a lot, since there hasn’t been much time, but I know it’s coming.
We walk in the front door, and I pause just inside the barrier while Asher walks deeper into the room. He spins in circles as he looks around, observing all the little design preferences. I wonder what he thinks, knowing this is where I come from. This is who I was, and this is how I lived. He’s also standing in the same house where not only my dad was killed, but also where I was abducted. A shiver runs down my back as I think about all the trauma associated with this house.
I draw in a big breath and hold it in my cheeks before exhaling.
Asher turns around and looks at me.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say, reaching around and scratching at the back of my neck. “I’m just so tired.”
He takes a step forward, his eyes scanning my face.
“Did he…” His voice trails off, implying the worst.
“No, no,” I quickly say. “Just the shirt thing. I got lucky,” I say with a shrug.
He nods his head and moves quickly toward me. Before I can process, his hand is at the back of my neck, pulling me into him as his lips press firmly into mine. The kiss is deep and goes from zero to one hundred very quickly. As we both pull away, we’re panting. We press our foreheads together, basking in the moment.
“You fucking left me and didn’t say goodbye,” he says.
“Asher, I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Save it. I don’t want your apologies.” He looks around, and I follow his line of sight.
“Where is your room?” he asks.
I point up the staircase, and he grabs my hand and his bag before pulling me in the direction. I follow him quickly up the stairs and into my bedroom. He closes the door behind us and stalks toward me. I back up quickly and fall backward onto my bed. He’s on me in an instant, his arms caging me in. We kiss, both of us acting like we have to make up for missed time. He pulls back, and I stare at him lust-drunk. He grips my shoulders and flips me so I’m lying on my stomach on the bed. I’m bent at the waist, my feet still touching the ground.
He pushes my hair off my shoulder and presses gentle kisses to my neck. I roll my head to the side to allow him more access as he reaches down and starts messing with the button on my jeans. I lift my hips slightly to allow him to pop it and pull my jeans and panties off in one go.
I lift myself up to try to turn around, but he pushes my face back into the mattress.
“Ash.” I squirm, but he keeps a hand on the back of my head.
“Shhh,” he soothes as he runs a hand over a globe of my ass. He squeezes it lightly before I feel his hand disappear. Seconds later, I feel the sting as skin hits skin. I hiss and try to pull away, but his hand keeps me in the same position.
He laughs as his hand comes down again. I whimper as he rubs his hand over the place he hit.
“You thought you could fucking leave me,” he says as he spanks me again.
