Page 60 of The Wish List
I looked up, feeling shy suddenly. He smiled, running a finger down my cheek. “God, I love that.”
“What?”
“That after waking me up with my cock in your mouth and riding my hand, you can still blush. You are such a contradiction, Rosie Duncan.” His gaze was tender. “And I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
We heard the sound of AJ jumping from the bed and rushing down the hall at the same time. Asher grinned. “Good timing.” He pressed a kiss to my head. “Thank you.”
I grinned back. “Same to you.”
* * *
The morning passed in waves of happiness. Pancakes and coffee. Secretive looks and smiles being shared between Asher and myself. Stolen kisses as AJ got dressed. Whispered promises, dirty and sweet in my ear as Asher cupped me from behind while AJ worked on his Lego treasure, his voice low in my ear.
“I’m going to ravish you tonight, Rosie. You, me, that big bed. My cock inside you until you scream.” He nipped at my lobe. “I won’t even stop then. I’m going to make you come so often, you’ll lose count.”
AJ called me over, and I sat with him, piecing together a couple of bricks. Asher joined us, sitting behind me.“You are such a good mother,” he praised. “I love watching you with him.” He rested his chin on my shoulder, observing AJ with me. “Would you want another one?” he asked, his voice soft.
“With you?” I replied.
He drew in a fast breath. “Yes. With me.”
I could see him with a baby. His care and patience while I was pregnant. The way he would love us.
“Yes.”
“I already see it. You, me, AJ, and a little one. Maybe two.” He kissed my neck. “Maybe three.”
I had no words to reply.
We went for a walk, AJ between us, holding our hands. We swung him a few times, and he was excited when we reached the skating pond. Asher had gifted him a pair of skates, and he was anxious to get on the ice.
I sat on the bench as Asher laced up the skates for both of them, explaining patiently to AJ how he was going to teach him. I watched as they hit the ice, marveling how quickly AJ caught on. Even Asher was impressed. AJ managed to stand more than he fell, and he held on to Asher’s hands, learning to find his balance and move his feet. I loved observing them while I sipped the coffee Asher had gotten for me. He wanted me to try, but I was leery and passed this time. My butt was sore enough from the slip on the ice the other day.
After skating, we went back to the condo and ate grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. I loved how Asher appreciated everything I cooked, even something as simple as an easy lunch. He ate two sandwiches, a huge bowl of soup, and a handful of the cookies I had made last night.
He had wanted to order in lunch, but I said no. I knew he could easily afford to order in every day, but it seemed extravagant to do so when the fridge and pantry were filled with food.
“I’m in charge of dinner, then,” he said. “No arguments.”
I saw how AJ’s eyes lit up, and I knew Chinese would be on the menu. But I didn’t argue.
After lunch, Asher and I sat on the sofa as AJ built more Lego. He glanced out the window. “Can we go skate more?”
Asher laughed. “Sure, bud.” He turned to me. “You stay here and relax. Read. Nap. Have a bath. Just enjoy a little me time. AJ and I will skate.”
Before I could protest, he lowered his head to my ear, whispering, “It’ll tire him out. Then we get tonight.Iget tonight. I getyou.” He pressed a kiss behind my ear.
“O-okay,” I stammered.
He stood with a grin, AJ jumping up in excitement. There was a flurry of activity, and then I was alone. The condo suddenly seemed vast. I filled the bathtub, not surprised to find that Asher had thought of bath products. I sniffed a few bottles, settling on a light citrus scent. Soon, the bathroom was filled with the fragrance, the steam gently wafting upward, beckoning. I slipped into the warm water, groaning as the heat surrounded me. I relaxed against the built-in pillow, sighing in pleasure. I couldn’t recall the last bath I’d had where I could just relax. The one in the apartment was shallow and not comfortable like this, plus, with AJ, it was hard to find time for a leisurely soak. This was a treat.
One I intended to enjoy fully.
* * *
An hour later, I was back on the sofa, book in hand. Asher’s office had a lot of books on the shelves, and he had a suspense one I had wanted to read. I made a cup of tea, and it sat beside me, the scent drifting to my nose. I was wearing one of Asher’s sweatshirts and a pair of my leggings. His socks covered my feet. I was content, cozy, and sleepy. More content than I could recall being in years. The sun was still out, and a few flakes flew around outside. AJ was with Asher and no doubt enjoying himself thoroughly. I looked around, wondering what it would be like to live like this. A warm home, a fully stocked kitchen. A car to drive. A comfortable bed.
No bus. No budgeting every penny to make sure there was enough food. Saying goodbye to piles of thin, well-worn blankets when the temperatures dropped and the heating didn’t work so well.
