She pointed to a giant man by the pool table.
“I heard you married Aidan,” I said. “But he’s a biker too?”
Aidan Scott was the go-to equestrian trainer, and if you were a serious rider, and wanted to win the Olympics like Kim did a couple years ago, then he was your man. I didn’t realize he was part of the club, though. This was a surprise.
“He is,” Kimconfirmed. “My sexy as fuck biker.”
I chuckled. “Nice.”
Hatch’s wife, Maisie, slid into our conversation, and she was sweet and funny and very, very British. I adored her.
The rest of the night was spent folding myself into this amazing group of bikers and their women and by the time Jake took me home, I was in fact a little drunk, but mostly horny.
* * *
Dylan
Asher and I had beenhanging out sporadically since arriving back in Portland, but he was still playing catch up at work, so I didn’t get to see him nearly as much as I wanted to. Yesterday, Jake had whisked Addison off on a beach trip, leaving me to haunt the condo alone, daydreaming about the day we no longer had to live in fear of the Spiders and could once again walk the streets of Portland without a giant targeton our heads.
It was six p.m., and I was hungry. I had sandwich fixings, but my heart wasn’t in it. And, we were out of wine. Granted, I could call Addison’s driver and ask him to pick up dinner and a few bottles of vino, but since I was sitting on my ass doing nothing, sending someone else to do such a menial task seemed wrong. While I was trying to figure out how to go to the store withoutrisking my life, the doorbell rang. Before I could answer, Asher let himself in, carrying a bottle of wine and delicious smelling Italian takeout. Wearing a suit, his tie loose and hair messy from a stressful day at the office, he was the most delicious sight I’d seen in days.
I waited for him to set down the food, and then I dove in. Or, dove for him, rather. Lacing my hands behind his headto bring his lips to mine, I savored the taste of Asher, kissing him deeply. There were all kinds of things I’d been fantasizing about trying with him, and now that we were alone I was eager to get started. Untucking his shirt, I slid my hands beneath the fabric, desperate for the feel of his skin.
Asher smiled against my lips. “Missed me, did ya?” he asked.
Too crazy with need to answer him,I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned his pants. His expression immediately turned serious as he focused on what I was up to. By the time I unzipped his pants and slid them and his boxer briefs down, his cock was almost fully hard.
We’d had sex twice, but I’d never seen ‘it’ up close before, and it was past time for me to pay his cock the attention it deserved. Wrapping my hand around his shaft,I brushed my thumb over the tip. Asher moaned.
I’d missed him, and intended to give him the necessary motivation to never stay away so long again, which meant I needed to provoke him into letting out more of those sexy moans. With my hand still tight around him, I leaned closer and licked the head of his cock.
He hissed out a breath.
This was gonna be fun. I dropped my hand to play with hisballs while I licked up and down the length of him. Then, I slid my lips over the head and took him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathed out.
Encouraged by his reaction, I sucked him deeper into my throat until my eyes started to water.
“Holy shit.”
Obviously, he liked that too. I pulled back and then did it again. A few more times, and Asher started moving himself into me. Loving that Iwas able to give him so much pleasure, I squeezed his ass, anchoring myself to open wider for him. Grabbing my head, he fucked my mouth. After a few minutes, he tried to pull out, but I gripped his ass tighter, wanting everything he had to give me.
With a deep groan and a powerful thrust, he came in my mouth. I swallowed back the saltiness and licked off his cock once more before smiling upat him.
“Oh my god,” he said, leaning against the table.
“Missed me, did ya?” I asked, countering him with his own question.
He picked me up off the floor, standing me beside him, and kissed me. “You have no idea, love.”
“Good.” I turned toward the table. “Now what did you bring me to eat.”
“Nope.” He scooped me up in his arms. “You don’t get to do that and turn your back on me. I’m takingyou into your room where I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.”
His threat caused heat to pool between my thighs. I’d never seen this side of Asher before, and it excited the hell out of me.
“Promise?”
