“Yeah, we’ve been waiting for the news, but you two were so quiet when you walked in. Is everything okay?” Mom added.
Oh right. Hockey.
I’d forgotten all about practice and the fact that I didn’t make the starting line while Asher had. I looked over to find him pushing his food around on his plate, trying to avoid the question. It hit me then that I didn’t care that much about the starting line. Maybe I’d get my shot, and maybe I wouldn’t. Nothing really seemed important anymore now that Asher was mine.
“Asher made the starting line,” I finally replied. “You should have seen him. He was freaking incredible. I fumbled a bit, so I didn’t make the cut, but I’m confident I’ll smash it when I get my moment on the ice.”
Dad rubbed my shoulder as he praised my outlook. “That’sthe way to look at these things! You fall. You get back up. Plain and simple.”
Mom walked over and gave me a little kiss on my forehead. She really didn’t like sitting, or maybe she did, and we just never gave her the opportunity. I felt like an ass for never noticing that before. “Mom, why don’t you sit. I can dish out food and stuff.”
She looked somewhat shocked that I suggested it before saying, “I’ve got nervous legs, sweetie. I don’t like sitting.”
Asher looked up from his plate and said, “One of these nights, I am going to force you to sit. I’ll cook while you sit back and relax. It’s the least I can do for all that you’ve done for me.”
Fuck, he’s the sweetest.
I always knew Asher was special, but it took a few years to realize how deeply I cared for him. How can someone have the life he had and turn out so well? He grew up in squalor with a bunch of assholes, and he was just freaking perfect.
I’m fucking obsessed with him.
“You’re a sweetie,” Mom replied. “I love having you here, baby. You don’t need to feel like you have to do things in return, but the fact that you want to shows character.”
Dad hummed his approval. “That’s right. I’m proud of you two. You’re good kids, you have goals, and you’re not lazy bums like those other idiots in the neighborhood.”
I laughed, and Asher suggested that we do the dishes together. Mom protested, but I made her sit on the back porch with Dad. Washing dishes with Asher was a moment to be with him. The warm water ran over my hands as his body pressed next to mine. We stood close. Too close, but I didn’t give a shit. Mom and Dad were distracted. Reggie and Roxy were out somewhere, and I was being all domestic and shit with my guy.
It felt nice.
Asher
We were finally alone again, and Theo lay on the bed, while I came back in from a shower.
“Lock the door,” he said.
The sound of his voice when he said it stopped me in my tracks. His voice was low and gravelly. It was the sexiest thing ever—hearing him say those words while he lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, his massive arms on full display, was the stuff of porn movies.
I followed his orders, then looked at him with a devilish smirk.
“Fuck, Asher, you look so good right now,” he mused.
I waggled my brows and said, “And I don’t even have my towel off yet…”
“Take it off.”Dear God, I love this.“Slowly,” he added. “I want to see your body. I’ve been thinking about it since the night your towel fell off. I can’t get your ass out of my mind, Asher.”
I won’t lie, I was feeling mighty smug after hearing that. So, I turned around and slowly lowered the towel, revealing just a little bit of skin, before pausing.
“Fuck, baby, you’re torturing me,” Theo whispered.
I was torturing him, and I loved every minute of it. The top half of my ass was on full display. I continued lowering the towel until the globes of my ass were fully revealed to him. That’s when I let the towel fall to the ground.
The act of stripping for Theo had gotten me all hot andbothered, and I turned to face him, revealing my hard cock. I tugged on it, and he reached down to tug on himself, licking his lips while he did it.
“Jesus. You’re beautiful, Asher.”
“Nah. I’m average. You’re a fucking stud, babe.”
Theo grimaced, then rose from the bed and approached. He wrapped his arms around me and said, “You are anything but average. I don’t want to hear you say things like that about yourself. You’re truly amazing in every way possible. You’re a gift, Asher.”
