Adjusting my hips, I allow him to slip out of me, and as our mixed pleasure drains from my pussy, I suck in a breath. He’s still half hard beneath me, our cum running along his length and onto his groin. I rock my hips, using our release to slip and slide over the ridges of his shaft.
In one fell swoop, he flips us so that I’m on my back and he’s straddling me. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he inches up my body and grabs the headboard. Then he rests his dick, saturated with our release, against my lips.
“Drink,” he commands. “Taste us on my cock.”
I open for him eagerly, and when he feeds me his cock, I welcome him in.
“Thatta girl. Don’t you dare leave a drop behind.”
The more I suction, the firmer he becomes.Is he seriously getting hard again?When he’s decided I’ve sucked him dry and swallowed every last drop, he pulls back and drops onto the mattress beside me.
Rolling into him, I wrap my hand around his length. “Don’t tell me you can go again already,” I groan.
He huffs a laugh. “I don’t know, baby. But for you, I’ll try.”
Later, after we’ve showered, then migrated to the living room and stuffed our faces with French fries and chicken tenders, and have rehydrated, I examine his tattoo more thoroughly. It really is exquisite.
“What made you decide to get it done?”
He lightly rubs the swollen ink on his bare chest. “This summer changed me for the better, and I wanted something to remember it by. Now I have a piece of all my girls with me, always.”
His girls. Bea, Daisy, and me. Warmth unfurls in my chest, emotion rising up in me as it sinks in that he’s included me in that group.
I imagine that, here and there, people will ask if I feel threatened by his past relationship or if I worry that I’m not his number one priority. The truth is, there’s enough room for us all. I’m secure in our unique dynamic, and that’s all that matters. And if we need to go to couples counseling or family therapy, then we will. There’s no shame in that.
With my head on Asher’s chest and his heartbeat thrumming against my ear, I silently vow to show up again and again. To be there for him when his grief feels too heavy. Because it will. There will be days or seasons when his grief is too great for him to hold on his own, but I’ll be there.
“What if I’d turned you away at my door? My art is tattooed on your body permanently now.
“Then it’s a good thing I love you permanently.”
I kiss his chest. “Seriously, though. How’d you know we’d end up here?”
“I didn’t,” he muses, stroking my hair. “But there’s beauty in not knowing. Just look at you. You’re beautiful, and I didn’t know we’d turn into something more than… What was it you called us? Friends-with-bennies?”
“Roomies-with-bennies.” I bury my face in my hands and laugh. “I did say that, didn’t I?”
He chuckles. “Sure did.”
As our laughter dies down, I peer up at him. “It takes courage to live in the unknown.”
“That it does.”
“Good thing you’re pretty courageous.”
He smiles, his dimples prominent. “I am when you’re by my side.”
44
Asher
As our conversationrolls from one topic into the next, I lean into how simple and relaxing it is to be with Claire. She convinces me to practice both French braiding and Dutch braiding her hair while she talks. Apparently they’re two different styles. I had no idea. Thanks to her tutorial, I’m confident my mornings with Bea will be a lot smoother.
I’m lost in concentration when she says, “I got a job.”
My body locks up, my hands frozen in her hair.
The silky strands slip through my fingers as she turns to face me.
