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Then I returned to the living room and repeated the same thing with AJ, wiping his buttery fingers with a damp cloth, grateful Rosie had put on his pajamas before we started watching the movie. I turned on a night-light and switched on the monitor in case he woke up. I left another light on in the living room and headed to my room, stopping at the little voice I heard call my name.
“Ash-er.”
I hurried back to AJ’s bed. He was asleep, burrowed deep in his covers already. I brushed his hair back and bent to kiss his head. He muttered in his sleep, and I remembered his teddy bear, tucking it close to him. He let out a long sigh and made a contented sound in the back of his throat. I gazed down on him fondly. He had called me tonight, not Rosie.
I wanted to be there for him every night. To make sure he was safe and warm. That they both were.
I slipped out of his room and stopped in the doorway of mine, grinning. Rosie was a curled-up bundle under the blankets, reminding me of AJ. She was tiny and perfect on the large mattress. I got ready, slipping in beside her. I reached for her, and she came easily, resting her head on my chest, her arm snaked around me. I held her close, pressing a kiss to her head. I had longed for her to be here with me in this bed. To feel her pressed against me.
It wasn’t how I had planned for the evening to end, yet strangely enough, it was even better. The little family I thought of as mine were with me. Sheltered, content, and happy.
It was all I needed.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
ROSIE
Iwoke in the early morning, confused. The last thing I remembered was watching a movie with Asher and AJ. I vaguely recalled being carried and put to bed, Asher’s lips on my forehead telling me to sleep and he would look after AJ.
Currently, I was draped across Asher’s chest, the steady beat of his heart under my ear. He had one arm around me, holding me tight to him. I lifted my head, studying him in the low light. He had his other arm tucked behind his head, his face turned slightly. A low sound escaped his mouth every few seconds, his breathing deep and even. His hair was tousled, and his face was relaxed, his mouth pursing and releasing with his breaths. I carefully eased away, slipping from him, and I used the bathroom, then checked on AJ, who was sleeping hard, curled up in the middle of the bed, his blankets pulled tight around him and his favorite teddy in the crook of his arm.
Then I headed back to Asher. He had frowned in his sleep when I moved away, but he was flat on his back, still slumbering.
Well, most of him was. The comforter was tented, and I bit my lip, holding in my grin. Someone was up and ready to say good morning.
I carefully climbed in beside him, settling close. This bed was heaven, plush yet firm, and I had slept better than I had in months. That deserved a reward.
I slid my hand under the covers, then the waistband of Asher’s lounge pants. He was hard and hot in my hand. Heavy.
He groaned in his sleep, his back arching at my touch, but he didn’t wake up. I stroked him a few times, loving the quiet moan from the back of his throat.
Carefully, I pulled back the comforter and slid under the sheet. It was easy to move his pants down since they had loosened in his sleep and were already low on his hips. His cock sprang free, already glistening at the head. I engulfed him in my mouth, taking in as much as I could, slowly sucking. I felt it the moment he came awake, his gasp of air and the way he immediately threaded his fingers through my hair.
“Jesus, Rosie, what…”
The rest of his words were garbled and lost in his groan of pleasure. I flicked my tongue along his shaft, and he shuddered.
“Baby, what if AJ…”
Once again, his words were cut off with another groan. I sucked him deep, humming around him, and he thrust into my mouth, going deeper. I swallowed around him, and he began to pant and mutter, begging for more, pleading for me to stop, threatening me if I did. Whispering dirty words. Praising me. Pulling at my legs to bring me closer. He slid his fingers into my leggings, finding me slick and ready.
“Sucking my dick makes you wet, doesn’t it, Rosie? You like my cock down your throat,” he hissed. “Such a good girl, taking my cock.”
I whimpered as he played with my clit. Softly at first, then in tighter circles that made me moan around him. He slipped a finger inside me, then two, using his thumb to keep a steady pressure and rhythm on my clit. I began to shake, the pleasure hitting me in waves.
“Come on my hand, Rosie,” he commanded. “I’m going to come down your throat. Oh God, now, baby,come now. I can’t—fuck!”
He filled my mouth, and I swallowed, my body locking down as a hot, intense orgasm burst through me. I was lost in a sea of sensation. His talented fingers, his hot release, his noises, my moans, the lewd act itself. Something I had never enjoyed as much as I was right now.
He stopped moving, his breathing harsh. I shuddered as the last of the pleasure dwindled, leaving me feeling listless and relaxed. I released him, laying my head on his stomach. He lifted the sheet, gazing down at me with a grin. “You must need some air, baby. Come up here.”
He tugged me up, and I rested my head on his chest, his heartbeat still rapid and his breathing ragged.
“One hell of a wake-up call,” he said.
“I agree.”
He pressed a kiss to my head. “Morning, my love.”
