“Mark me.”
I waited for a joke. He wasn’t smiling.
“You want me to mark you?”
He nodded. “I do. My neck, or wherever.”
“Only if you do the same.”
He traced my lips with his index finger. “What if your father sees? He’ll ask questions.”
“I’ll blame one of the girls.” The chances of my father visiting were slim—he’d use the racing season as an excuse for not coming, or not show at all.
Asher chuckled and buried his face in my neck. “You first, salvaje.”
I shoved him playfully. “Savage? Look who’s talking.”
He kissed the place where my neck met my shoulder. “I’m waiting.”
“Okay,” I whispered. “Fine.”
Asher tipped his head back. I kissed the hollow of his neck and sucked gently, long enough to brand him. His fingers dug into my waist, and when I pulled away, a red bloom marked his skin.
I brushed it with my fingertips. “Done.”
He offered a playful smirk. “You know, I didn’t expect that would turn me on so much. I might ask for more.”
Before he could, I covered his mouth with mine.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Asher
Stiff muscles were a small price for having Kaia pressed to me—her head in the crook of my neck, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my stomach. She glanced up, slipped her hand under the hem of my jeans, and my whole body went taut as she unbuttoned them and eased the zipper down. She kissed the mark she’d left on my neck; blood flooded my cock. I wanted her so badly I couldn’t remember a time I hadn’t.
Her mouth found my jaw, then my lips. I groaned when she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and stroked me slow.
“Like this?” she asked against my mouth, breath warm on my lips.
“Do anything you want,” I said. “I’m yours.” There was nothing she could do wrong.
She squeezed at the base, then ran her thumb over the tip, and a hot jolt shot through me. Fucking hell.
Kaia kissed the center of my chest. “I love how smooth you are. And how big.”
I found the back of her thigh and squeezed. “Hope you’ll like it more when I’m inside you. Kiss me.”
Her strokes grew bolder as our mouths meshed. Her fist moved up and down my cock with a steadiness I didn’t expect; I fought for air and kissed her harder. Like she was tuned to me, she matched her pace to the rhythm I set.
My spine tingled. She moaned into my mouth as if touching me turned her on. I tried to warn her I was close, but she must have felt it anyway.
Pleasure ripped through me; my muscles clenched, and I spilled over my stomach and Kaia’s hand. Fuck. I loved when she touched me. I loved her.
“Te quiero,” I whispered, pulling her closer.
“Y yo a ti,” Kaia said.
We lay quiet for a beat, then I cleaned us up and helped her into her clothes.
