Page 28 of Wrecked
Chapter Twelve
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Payton
The last few weekswith Asher have been amazing. Whether, we are out exploring a new hiking trail or watching a movie, it’s just as exciting. He does things to me, things I’ve never experienced before. Makes me feel things I never thought I would. It’s not just my body that he’s brought to life, it’s my mind and even my heart. He makes me happy. Which terrifies me.
Hanging up with a customer, I lean back and stretch, letting out a small moan when my muscles pull.
“Keep making those sounds and I’ll end up fucking you right here,” Asher says, coming up behind me.
Turning my head, I grin. “The only thing that does is make me want to keep making them.”
Grabbing the back of the chair, he spins it around to face him. Caging me in with his strong arms, he raises an eyebrow. “Nothing I like better than a challenge. Be careful of what you’re saying.”
Getting turned on by his voice and the smell of grease and gas I now find so sexy, I squeeze my legs together. Suddenly, my only thought is him fucking me right here. “I’m always careful about what I say.” Squeezing my legs together again, I let out another soft moan. Looking right into his green eyes, I tease him.
“Challenge accepted,” he whispers, leaning forward. He bites down on the soft skin beneath my ear, turning me on even more.
“Asher,” my dad yells. Effectively, bursting the lust bubble we were just in.
Asher, straightens up quickly, while I spin back to the computer. “He needs to know, Payton. This is bullshit. Acting like two teenagers who are dating without permission,” he says, through clenched teeth.
I get that he’s annoyed. Telling my dad would make things so much easier, but I’m not ready. If he knows, it’s real. Too real. Right now, I’m fine with living in this world where only Asher and I exist.
“There you are. Hey, did you get working on that Ford yet? Jerry’s a great customer and I’m not looking to piss him off,” my dad says.
“Yeah, I just told Brett to bring it in. I’ll have it done before I leave tonight,” he says, pushing the door open with a bit too much anger.
My dad rests his hand on my shoulder and gives it a light squeeze. “He’ll be here all night,” he says, laughing. He’s laughing, but I know Asher did it on purpose. He’s pissed I’m hiding him like a dirty secret, so he’s punishing me by working all night. Let’s see who gets the last laugh.
“Payton, it’s been weeks and you still haven’t accepted my invitation for dinner.”
“Dad, it’s not on purpose. I’ve just always got plans.”
He’s right. When I came here I never planned on meeting anyone like Asher. But, now that I have it’s consumed me. I glance at my father, his small frown and sad eyes and my heart cracks a little.
“How about this weekend?” he asks.
“Alright, I’ll be there,” I say with a smile.
“Good. Are you finished?”
“Just about.”
“I’ll wait and walk you to your car,” he says, leaning against the desk.
When we walk out of the office, I look over at Asher. He’s under the hood of the truck, one hand gripping the side, the other busy working with the engine. The ripped jeans he has on and white shirt, are covered in grease, making him that much more sexy.
“Asher, you can finish it tomorrow,” my dad yells over to him.
Coming out from under the hood, he lifts his shirt, wiping his face. Fucking tease. “No, I’ll stay tonight. I’ve got no plans.”
“Don’t forget to lock up when you’re done,” my dad says, walking away.
I stand still, my eyes locked with his. He’s daring me. I’m not sure if he’s daring me to tell my father what’s going on or if he wants to have sex. If I was the betting kind, I’d guess the latter. But again, my sexual bubble is burst when my father calls my name. Asher, gives me a disapproving shake of his head and turns back to the truck. Fuck.
After I say goodbye to my dad, I drive home. As I make the short commute to my apartment, an idea creeps into my head. The more I think about it, the more excited I get. When I get home, I rush inside and jump in the shower.
