by J. M. Walker
“Please,” I breathed, needing him to take it further.
He grinned. With his free hand, he cupped my nape and deepened the kiss. At the same time, his finger thrust into my body.
I moaned, shaking against him, and moved my hips in tune with his fingers.
He swallowed my cries, pumping hard and fast.
“Oh. Oh. God.” I shook, not expecting to feel so good from just his finger.
He broke the kiss, staring intently into my eyes. “I want your orgasm. You’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?”
I swallowed hard. “Y-yes. Oh, please yes.”
“Good girl.”
The feel of him inside me only heightened the fact that I wanted to experience all of him. Every inch. Every muscle. Every movement down to his soul. I rotated my hips against his, rubbing myself up and down the length of his cock. He was still wearing his sweatpants, but the roughness from the fabric sparked a tingle throughout my body.
I broke, coming apart in his arms. He held me while I exploded with pleasure. My body tingled. Every nerve ending came alive with ecstasy. I felt him everywhere. All over me. Inside of me. Deep down into my soul. So much pleasure came from the mere touch of his hands. The moment we went further, I would surely combust.
In a quick move, Asher had me beneath him, his fingers still inside my body.
I groaned, arching under him. I hinted. Begged. I didn’t care that we were best friends. I needed him in ways I never needed someone before. I needed him to show me how it felt to truly be alive. To feel every inch of my skin being touched.
“Tell me.” Asher kissed up the side of my neck, circling his hips into mine.
“More. Please more.”
Releasing me, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.
My heart raced. With some maneuvering, I lowered my panties and kicked them off with my foot.
“Beautiful. Absolutely. Fucking. Beautiful.” Asher pulled himself free of his pants, wrapping his hand around his thick length.
My breath caught in my throat. He was huge. The biggest I had ever seen. My mouth watered at the mere sight of him.
Sliding the condom down his hard cock, his gaze met mine. He paused, waiting.
That was my last chance. There was no going back, and I didn’t want to.
At that moment, the phone rang.
“Fuck me,” Asher snarled. Reaching for his phone, he checked the display and threw it back on the table.
“Don’t you need to get that?” I asked, squirming under him.
“Nope.” His mouth crashed to mine, ignoring the incessant ringing.
“It could be important,” I said between kisses.
“Fuck them.” Asher pressed the tip of his length against my opening just as a voice rang out around the room.
“Asher, answer your damn phone, fucker,” Angel’s deep voice boomed from the answering machine.
“Shit.”
I shivered. “It’s fine.” I pushed Asher back, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch to cover myself. “Answer the phone.”
Asher grumbled, removing the condom, and righted his pants. “It better be important,” he said, calling Angel back.
We both knew it was. Angel wasn’t the type of man to just call out of nowhere.
“Hey, man,” Asher greeted. “I was,” he glanced at me. “Occupied.”
My cheeks burned, the corners of my lips tugging into a tiny smile.
Pulling me to his side, Asher slid his arm around my shoulders. Things weren’t weird. They were like they always had been. So we almost had sex. No big deal. Right? But I couldn’t get the image of his naked body out of my mind. His cock thick with veins. Long and hard with pleasure. Because of me. But I also couldn’t get the nagging feeling out of my head that I was just another notch on his bedpost. I knew I shouldn’t think that way. I was different. I even knew that. He knew things about me others didn’t. And the same went for him.
“We’re meeting Charles the day after tomorrow if everything goes according to plan.”
The mention of that bastard’s name interrupted my thoughts.
“Yeah, the fucker likes to change things up.” Asher held me closer. “Meeka is in.” He explained to Angel that he didn’t really give me a choice. But I knew if it came down to it and I did say no, Asher would have to deal.
“Nah, brother. I’m good.”
“Ask him about the meeting,” I said. “They should come here.”
“Yes, she’s beside me. You’ll come here? Shouldn’t you ask Jay first?” Asher scoffed. “Yeah, okay. She has you by the balls, man.” He laughed.
My heart fluttered. The deep husky sound rumbled from his chest. It wasn’t something he did often.
Asher said goodbye a moment later, letting out a deep sigh.
Sliding my fingers between his, I held his hand in my lap. “Maybe this wasn’t meant to be,” I said, breaking the silence.
“Everyone will be here by five.” Asher rose from the couch, his back stiff and headed up the stairs. He paused, turning back to me. “Don’t think this interruption is stopping me from getting inside your beautiful body. I made you come once. I will do it again. It’s only a matter of when.”
***
(Asher)
I almost fucked my best friend. It was bound to happen. I knew it, but I wasn’t sure if she did. Platonic relationships didn’t happen often. I was surprised at myself that I lasted this long. Meeka was beautiful. Thick hair that I would give my left nut to wrap my hands in and pull. Her full pouty lips. Her pale unmarked skin. My hands tingled with the need to leave marks on her body. I couldn’t help but crave the feel of her skin warming beneath my touch. A spank here. A smack there. Her ass would be mine in no time.
My dick was still hard, but with having Vice-One and King’s Harlots over in less than an hour, there was nothing I could do about it. Meeka needed to be savored. She had been with men but not me. The inner Alpha inside of me roared, springing to life at the mere thought of getting inside her delicious body. I could still smell her sweetness on my fingers. I could taste her tongue on my lips. Fuck, she was gorgeous, and she didn’t even know it.
All of these feelings rushed together at once, leaving me breathless and out of control. The possessive need to throw her down and take that control back was overwhelming. Never in my life had I wanted to mark my territory like I did her. Was it normal? Did other men feel this way? I was acting like a caveman. The next thing I knew, I’d be pounding on my chest and grunting. I might as well have demanded that she cook me food and bring me beer.
After I got off the phone with Angel, something had switched between Meeka and me. Yes, she wanted me, but I also didn’t want to make things weird. But the erection I was sporting didn’t give two flying fucks about feelings and shit.
I spent the next hour taking several cold showers and focusing on Charles. But I was distracted. All of my thoughts traveled back to a tiny hot as hell woman that I suddenly could not get enough of.
Voices sounded from downstairs causing a tremor of frustration to travel through me. I loved my brothers. I loved my job. I respected Meeka’s sisters but for whatever reason, I wanted to steal Meeka and disappear. Even just to talk. To spend time shooting the shit like we did as kids.
“He’s upstairs,” I heard Meeka say.
“I’m here,” I grumbled, joining everyone in the living room.
“Well, don’t you look fucking chipper.” Dale clapped a hand on my back. “I feel …” He scratched his chin. “It’s been way too long.”
Vincent Stone laughed. The guy came on later in the game but fit in like he had been with us for years. Going by Stone, he had dealt with highly classified tasks before becoming a SEAL.
“I’m getting antsy,” was all Coby said. The guy lived for the excitement even though you would never know by the emotionless numbing expression on his face.
“I need to work out,” Brogan mumbled, dropping onto the couch beside Meeka.
She linked their arms, leaning her head against Meeka’s shoulder.
Angel and Jay were chatting quietly in the corner. Every so often, Angel would kiss her forehead. Jay’s shoulders would slump, like she had taken on the weight of the world. I wanted to ask how her sister was, but I knew that was a touchy subject.
Meeka excused herself from the couch, slowly making her way to Jay. “Sorry to interrupt. Can I talk to you for a second, Jay?”
Jay frowned. “No.” And turned back to Angel.
Bitch. My back stiffened as I watched the hope drain from Meeka’s face.
“What the hell was that?” Angel demanded, his brows narrowing.
“I’m not ready to talk to her,” Jay cried.
“Meeka,” I said, leaning against the wall.
Her gaze snapped to mine, her eyes rimming over.
“Come here, Hummingbird.” I reached a hand out to her.
She walked into my outstretched arms, curling against me.
“She’ll come around,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head.
Meeka nodded.
I didn’t like that she was hurting. She had tried so hard to impress Jay, and unfortunately, after a couple of wrong choices, it blew up in her face. She brought Violet home but possibly lost a friend. Their friendship had been rocky before. Now it was barely existent.
I could feel the eyes from our friends burning into me. What was I doing? Were Meeka and I a couple? Blah. Blah. Blah. Meeka and I were close but we had never let our friendship come to light until a couple months ago. No one had seen us together since we saved Jay’s twin and revealed that we had been undercover. It was a shit move and we should have told our bosses but we didn’t want to jeopardize anyone’s lives.
Throats cleared and conversations continued.
That’s what I thought.
I wasn’t explaining what was going on between Meeka and me. My brothers would ask, it was a given, but I wouldn’t tell them. Not until we were good and ready.
Angel whistled, silencing the room. “I know we haven’t met up in a while. We’re going to change that.” He looked down at Jay. “Right?”
She rolled her eyes but nodded.
He whispered something in her ear, causing a flush of pink to caress her chinks.
“If you rolled your eyes at me, Meeka—” I kissed her cheek “—I’d spank your ass, not caring in the least if anyone saw.”
“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me,” she muttered, leaning into my side.
“You know me well.”
“I do.” She smiled.
Even her smiles made my heart flutter. I was a man—our hearts didn’t fucking flutter.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, frowning.
“Because you are driving me crazy.” The fact alone that we almost had sex was enough to force me to drink. But her innocence sent blood shooting straight to the tip of my dick.
“Good. It’s about time you had some feels.”
“Feels? I always have fucking feels.”
She laughed, elbowing me in the ribs. “Nope. It’s because of me that you have them now.”
“Are you teasing me, woman?” I feigned shock, gripping my chest.
“Maybe.” She winked.
I opened my mouth to reply when a large form came into my view. Or several of them, actually. My brothers stood around me, but Angel was the first to speak.
“Meeka, will you excuse us please?” he asked, keeping his gaze locked with mine.
“Of course.” She gave my hand a squeeze and headed to her sisters.
“What’s up?” I crossed my arms under my chest.
“We leave in a week,” Angel mumbled.
“How long?” It was the same conversation every single time, and it was one that I would have for the rest of my career. I wasn’t ungrateful but sometimes I needed a rest.
“A month at least. Charles is making waves. You go in and do what you do best,” Angel ordered.
“Wait …” I shook my head. “I’m not going with you?”
“No, and before you give me shit, you know why.” Angel continued on but I didn’t hear him.
This would be the first mission that I wouldn’t be involved in. I never thought being undercover trying to bring Charles down would take me away from them.
“But we’re brothers. How can you not expect me to go?” I met everyone’s gaze before looking back at Angel.
“You know why you can’t go,” he said slowly, his tone firm.
Fucking guy. “And everyone else?”
“No one else knows except for us, and it needs to stay that way,” Angel reminded me.
“I’m still trying to convince this fucker to tell us what is happening,” Dale said, rolling his eyes.
“That won’t happen because you can’t keep your mouth shut.” Stone punched him in the shoulder.
“We’ll tell you,” Angel interrupted their banter. “Just not right now.”
“Then why the hell are we here?” Dale looked over his shoulder, his brows narrowing.
Max had been quiet the whole time, not making a peep since she stepped foot into my house.
“Patience, brother.” I clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Patience.”
Dale nodded, not responding. He was the fun and outgoing one, always joking and shooting the shit but his situation with Max had torn him apart. I could only guess the questions that traveled through his mind. But I was sure in time, everything would work out. It had to. For all of us.
“OKAY, GIRL, spill.” Brogan had nattered on in my ear about how I never told her that there was something going on between Asher and me. But was there even something going on? Did I want there to be? Yes, I did. What we almost did an hour before was proof enough that we were attracted to each other. And the orgasm he gave me … An ache formed between my legs, making me squirm.
My neck burned. I looked up, catching Asher glancing my way.
His eyes darkened, a small smirk forming on his handsome face.
Would he always know when he turned me on? Was that normal? Maybe we were so in tune with each other that we could sense these things.
“Nothing is going on.” My cheeks heated but I quickly continued before Brogan made a scene, embarrassing me further. “But you would be the first to know if there was.”
“Then why is he being all sweet to you and kissing you on the head? And now he’s looking at you like he wants to devour your soul. Did something happen? Something did. Didn’t it?”
There was no point denying it. “Maybe.”
“That’s why he’s being nice,” she said a little too loudly.
“Seriously, bro?”
She laughed when everyone looked our way.
“But that’s not the reason he’s being nice.” But it was nice getting the unexpected attention from him even though we weren’t alone. It let me realize that he didn’t care who saw. Whatever reason he had for the way he was acting, it made my heart sore and my body heat up. He had always been sweet to me over the years. I was the only one who knew the real Asher Donovan and the only one who could handle his temper. Now that he was older, he had a better control of his feelings but I knew a slow storm was brewing before he would explode again. It was only a matter of time.
“Well, either way, you two look cute together.” Brogan smiled, crossing her legs.
I opened my mouth to respond when Jay came into view. My heart jumped when she sat beside me.
“I’m still pissed at you. I probably will be for a while. But I have a boyfriend who loves me and wants me happy and not having my sisters at my back makes me very upset.” Jay raised her hand, stopping me from interrupting her. “I love you. I love all of you. You’re my life and now Angel is a part of it as well. You have told me over and over why you did what you did but I still don’t forgive you. You used me. Even though you brought my sister home to me, you fucking used me as bait.”
My throat burned, and all I could do was nod. She was
right. She was always right, and there was nothing I could do to deny it. I wanted to make it better. I needed to but all I could do was give her my best and hope she would eventually let me back in.
“Have we ever been close, Meeka?” she asked me, staring straight ahead.
“No,” I replied, automatically. “Why am I in the King’s Harlots?”
“Because you’re best friends with Brogan.”
I bit back a scoff, knowing it would just make things worse. “That shouldn’t matter. That shouldn’t …”
“What?” Jay turned to me. “What do you want me to say? That we can be all fine and dandy, go shopping and do each other’s hair after you used me?”
“Jay, I never meant for it to go down that way,” I pleaded with her, begging for her to understand. “Please believe me.”
She shook her head, rising from the couch, and headed over to Angel.
My shoulders drooped, my chest tightening.
“She’ll come around, Meeka,” Max squeezed my shoulder before sitting beside Brogan. “Just give her time.”
Time. I didn’t have time. In less than two days, I was going to be facing an evil. The evil that threatened to destroy our small town. My heart raced. My palms became sweaty. A cold shiver of fear rippled down my back. Charles Brian would eat me alive.
“Meeka.” Asher came into view, cupping my cheeks.
“I … don’t leave me,” I pleaded. If nothing else, he had to stay with me when we visited Charles. He needed to stay by my side for fear that they would take me away. I hadn’t seen the girls. I didn’t know what had happened to them while they were taken but I saw the pictures. The after effects. The moment after the life leaves them. They were better off. To remember the brutal way they were treated—it would destroy their mind.
“I’m not leaving you, Hummingbird. We’re in this together. I promise you that.” Wrapping me in a hug, he held me tight.
“Someone needs to tell us what the fuck is going on,” Jay demanded.
Although we had our issues, I appreciated her boldness.
“Asher and Meeka have some business with Charles Brian,” Angel explained. “I will explain when I can.”
“You better explain now. I’m not dealing with this secret shit again,” Jay told him.
