“I want you to be mine” He swallowed hard. She looked him over confused by his strange words.
“Why?” She asked him
“Because I just do, can I, have you?”
“What do I have to do?”
“Have you never had a boyfriend before?”
“Yea but they’ve never been so formal about it. We just start hanging out and that was it.”
“I need to know you’re mine and no one else’s” He explained to her.
“Okay, I guess.”
“Your first duty as my girlfriend is to accompany me to a dinner with my sister.”
Chapter 4
They pulled up at Kerrigan’s house, and Fiona looked over at him.
“You said a restaurant.” She accused.
“She called me and said her car won’t start and that she needed a ride” Fiona nodded. Asher got out and went up the walkway. He knocked on the door then someone opened it from the other side and then Fiona heard a crowd of people screams “Happy Birthday.” Fiona watched Asher; she noticed people walking up to him padding him on the shoulder.
“Shit” Was all she could muster. The absolute last thing Fiona wanted to do was go to a surprise birthday party. She had been up since 3 a.m. She had a 4-hour photo shoot in Brentwood out at The Governors Club Estates. She had breakfast with her agent, a 2-hour dress rehearsal for an afternoon lookbook showing, lunch with her roommate, the four-hour lookbook showing and then she got the weird call from Asher. Asher walked back to the truck and opened the passenger door.
“They threw me a surprise birthday party” Asher held his hand out to her. Fiona took his hand and slid out the truck. She shut the door behind her when she turned Asher was standing even closer to her. He cupped both of her butt cheeks and bent down to kiss her long and hard. When he was satisfied from the kiss, he pulled back.
“I want you again,” He told her
“Then come and get me again,” She breathed. Fiona unzipped Asher’s jeans, reached in and pulled out his dick. She stroked him at that very moment. She reached up and licked his lips. He parted them, and she dived in with her tongue.
“Fiona, you’re going to make me cum again.” He grunted.
“Just don’t cum on me.” She told him while she jerked at his dick faster. Asher started panting and clinched both of Fiona’s cheeks in his hands. Asher was squeezing Fiona’s ass so tight she started losing feeling in it.
“Tonight, I’m gone need a bottle before you put me to bed,” Fiona whispered to Asher.
“What?” He asked confused.
“Your dick, in my mouth and I’m going to swallow all of the milk you give me.” She breathed. Asher moaned, and Fiona moved out of his stream angle. She kept stroking him fast and hard when she moved around to his back. Asher gave out two gasped and then he was squirting on the side of his truck.
“Shit.” He choked out. Fiona made sure every drop was gone before she folded him back into his boxers and zipped him back up. Fiona turned and started towards the house. Asher yanked her back around to him.
“Let me taste you tonight?” He begged
“But it’s not my birthday.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that shit you’re saying right now.” She laughed at him. She turned back around and started towards the house again. Asher caught her from behind, cupping her cooch now.
“I want my tongue inside of you; I want to taste you too.”
“We’ll see.”
“Fi-ona” He drawled out. With that one little drawing out of her name, she was completely his body and soul. She shivered on the inside and then it traced her skin on the outside. Asher was massaging her cooch and Fiona wanted this man even closer.
“Okay.” She told him.
“Do you mean it?” He asked her from behind. Fiona was looking straight ahead, too afraid to meet his eyes.
“I’m going to fall hard for you,” He told her. Fiona didn’t respond, but she knew she was already there. Asher turned the door knob and walked through the door; Fiona was on his heels. Their hands were linked, and Asher had her close to his back. Once Asher shut the door behind them, all eyes were on her. The room fell silent and then Fiona started noticing the people in the room. Everyone wore some leather on them. Mostly wore a vest with a bike emblem on their backs. Other wore black leather pants but all wore leather boots. There was a girl standing in front of Fiona with the same face as Asher’s. She had a long unruly copper color hair; she had her arms draped around a petite blonde-haired woman wearing the smallest leather skirt she’d ever seen. She glared at Fiona instantly, and so did a few more other people. At first, Fiona thought they were all glaring at her because she was black. That was until she saw the scattered African American and Hispanic faces throughout the crowd. A woman in a short shredded white tee dress and wearing nothing else but a bra walked up to them. She stepped around Fiona and kissed Asher straight on the mouth. Asher pushed her gently off him and wiped the now smeared red lipstick off his mouth. He pulled Fiona to his side and stepped back from the woman.
“Don’t be like that Ash. It’s your birthday, and this is tradition” The very badly dyed redhead told him. He sighed and looked over into the crowd.
“Not this year you guys I have a date,” He said aloud so everyone could hear him over the blaring music. Another woman stepped out this one was Hispanic.
“I didn’t mind when we were together.”
“Neither did I,” another woman said from the back of the now large forming crowd. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew she was there. So now two of Asher’s Ex’s were at the party. Fiona kept a straight as a stone face on. She hadn’t broken since she walked into the door. She was use to caddy bitches and didn’t mind the death stares. She worked with some of the most ruthless people in the world. If any of these bitches wanted a catfight from her, she was ready when they were.
“Everyone this is my girlfriend Fiona” Asher yelled into the crowd, still trying to talk over the music.
“So, this is the Bitch that left out of your house while you were in the shower, and never called you back?”
“Kerrigan, her name is Fiona.” Asher sighed.
“Naw fuck that shit man! Her name is Bitch in my house” The unruly haired woman yelled. The blonde-haired woman in her arms swiveled out of her arms and moved back a little.
“And you brought this fucking Bitch to my fucking house!” She yelled at Asher, but she watched Fiona.
Fiona stepped around Asher and took a step-in front of Kerrigan. Kerrigan wore Black leather pants with a faded out shredded tee, a matching vest, and boots. She was a bigger boned girl just like Fiona, but that’s where the similarities ended. Kerrigan was built like a square box, no shape to her body what so ever. It was obvious Asher got the good body genes in the family. Asher had an ass that would quit, but his sister had that disease called noassatall.
“Well here I am,” Fiona told her with a smirk.
“You fucking Bitch, I’m going to fuck you up for fucking with my brother!”
“Like-I-Said, Here I am,” Fiona told her in a stern clipped tone.
“Hey now!” Asher stepped in between the two women.
“Ash I swear to fucking God if you weren't balls deep in this bitches’ pussy, you’d have to say night night to her Boo’gee ass!”
“I know Ker, but do it for me.” He calmed the angry Kerrigan down some.
“Bitch, he just saved your fucking life!” She yelled around Asher to Fiona.
“Yea I’m sure.” She told her in a cocky voice.
“Tame your cunt, Ash,” Kerrigan told him walking away. She yanked the blonde and planted a kiss on her mouth. The blonde wrapped her arms around Kerrigan, and they walked away. Asher turned and faced Fiona.
“You got my dick so hard right now. Are you afraid of anything?” Asher asked her. Fiona didn’t answer him, but she knew the one thing she was afraid of was him.
“Let me introduce you to some more laid-back people,�
�� Asher explained to her the best way he could. He twisted his fingers through hers and walked deeper into the house. They made it to the kitchen, and there was a table full of grey-haired women. Fiona noticed quickly that most of them didn’t wear a bra, and they needed one badly. Asher took her over to one of the ladies wearing a bra. She had long gray hair that was braided down her back. Asher bent down and kissed the woman on the top of her head. She turned around and beamed at him. She had the same smile Asher wore. Asher stepped around her and gave her a hug around her neck.
“Mom this is-” She held a hand up interrupting him.
“As pretty as this thing is she has to be Fiona” Fiona smiled at the woman and held her hand out for her.
“You better come around here and hug me around my neck. We don’t shake hands around these parts.” She told Fiona. Fiona walked around her and bent down to give her a hug.
“My name is Beatrice, but everybody calls me B.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you B,” Fiona told her with a wide smile. Fiona liked her immediately; she seemed calm, cooled, and way more collected than her daughter did. There were three other women sitting at the table. They all had long braids going down their backs. Two of them had salt and pepper hair, but the one at the head of the table hair was solid white. A bearded black man walked in and greeted Asher with a hug; they both started pushing each other in the shoulder while they talked.
“So, when did you become a biker chick?” B asked Fiona.
“I’m not,” Fiona told her. All the women at the table looked up at Fiona in shock. B cleared her voice and then she had Fiona’s attention again. She pulled the chair next to her out and padded the seat. Fiona sat down beside her and then she pulled Fiona’s left hand into hers.
“Tell me how you two met?” Fiona looked over at Asher, but he was still in a deep bonding session with the bearded black man. B padded Fiona’s hand with a wide smile. Fiona went in from the beginning of how they met. She explained the whole two-week rule with him. She told B that she wanted to wait two weeks; Fiona wanted to make sure Asher wanted to get to know her. B and the other women at the table nodded back at her in agreement with her decision. Asher listened to Fiona explain why she’s done the things she’s done.
“And the morning after,” B asked her. Fiona couldn’t believe that everyone in that fucking house knew all their business.
“I had a photo shoot, and I was late,” She explained
“But you didn’t tell him you were leaving or nothing.” The woman with the whitest hair accused.
“I left a note on the refrigerator.” After those words had left Fiona’s mouth, everyone looked over at Asher, and he stood there frozen.
“You left a note?” He asked her. She nodded back to him, and he then blew out a big breath and mouthed, “I’m sorry” to her. She nodded back to him and the room stayed silent for a while. Asher stuck his hand out for Fiona, and she took it. She stood from the chair and followed him down a narrow hallway. He stopped in the middle of the hallway and Fiona froze. He ran his fingers over his freshly cut hair.
“I need to uh” Asher grunted. “I need you to” He broke off again.
“What is it?” She asked him. Asher pressed up against Fiona gently pressing her against the hallway all.
“I need to fuck you, and I need to fuck you now,” He hissed in her ear.
“Do it?” She told him.
“What, wait a minute you mean to do it here?”
“Find a place and we’ll be quiet.” She assured him. Asher thought about that and then he knew of a place. They snuck upstairs and then they went into a closet. Asher locked the door behind them. Inside of the closet, there was a door and a small stairwell. They went up the stairwell and then there was a door. Asher opened the door and ducked his head inside pulling Fiona behind him. Asher turned again and locked this door as well. He pulled a chain in the ceiling and then a warm light illuminated the small space. They were in an attic full of boxes; Asher started rummaging through a few of the boxes.
“I know there’s a box with blankets in here.” He told Fiona. She walked over to Asher where he was checking each box his hands touched. Fiona put both of her hands on either side of his face.
“Do you want to find the blankets?” She asked him. He shook his head no. Fiona turned around and looked the room over.
“How do you want to do this?” She asked him. Asher looked into her eyes.
“I want your pants and panties halfway down, and I want to bend you over that chair.” He told her while he glanced over at an accent chair. Fiona's eyes followed his glance.
“And then what?” She asked
“I’ll fuck you hard,” Asher panted with the small fantasy he imagined in his head. Fiona walked over to the chair laid her purse down in it and unbuttoned her pants and started pulling them and her panties down.
“You don’t have to do this; it seems wrong somehow. You’re not a whore, and that’s how I want to treat you.” He admitted.
“I can be your whore for the next 15 or 20 minutes; I don’t mind.” She assured him. She pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees and bent over the chair willing and ready for him. Asher unzipped his pants and slid his hand through his boxers, freeing himself. He reached back into his pocket and pulled out a condom. He ripped it and slid the condom on. He didn’t need any assistance he was rock hard already. He slammed into Fiona with no warning. She gasped and through her head down. Asher froze not sure, if he had hurt her or if she liked it.
“Don’t stop” She demanded him, and he obeyed her. He slammed into her over and over. Asher knew as soon as Fiona climaxed, she gasped and arched her back. Asher took both of her arms them and violently fucked her as hard as he could stand it. She turned her head around and glared at him. He slowed his pace, a little nervous from her stare. Fiona slammed back into him, and Asher knew that meant to keep going so he did. When Asher was about to blow his load, he got very loud. He grunted and hissed and then when he was all the way there he yelled Fiona’s name. She moved swiftly away from their position, turning to face the shattering man. She covered his mouth with hers trying her best to silence him. He whimpered in her mouth, and she kissed him fiercely. When Asher calmed a little Fiona gently pulled the condom off him and tied it in a knot. She turned and put it in her purse. She turned around and handed Asher a wrapped towelette. He opened it and cleaned himself, and she opened hers and did the same. She collected their trash and shoved it all back into her purse. She pulled her panties and jeans back on. Asher still stood there with his dick hanging out. Fiona tucked him back into his boxers and then she zipped his pants.
“Fiona,” Asher called out to her in a tone he never used with her before. She looked at him and looked like a wounded animal. Something was tearing at him, and she didn’t know what it was.
“What?” She asked him. He swallowed, and then she saw it, she knew exactly what he was about to say to her. Fiona knew it was too soon, and she wasn’t ready to lose him yet. Fiona had horrible luck with men when they express their love to her. No matter the situation once it was said it all went downhill.
“Fiona I-” She broke him off.
“Don’t, Asher please don’t say another word,” She begged him
“Fiona please, I need to tell you.”
“I don’t care to hear it,” She told him. Asher looked her over and then he leaned over to kiss her, but Fiona turned away from him. She looked at the door with her arms crossed now. Asher sighed and then he unlocked and opened the door. They went back the same way they had come. When they reached the last step, Asher pulled Fiona to him. She didn’t fight him this time; she let him wrap her in his arms. He kissed her long and hard, and she let him.
“Kiss me back.” He pulled away from her lips and whispered. She wore no expression on her face at all.
“Fiona, I didn’t know you left a note, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why did you just assume the worst?”
“I d
on’t know, but I’m sorry I did.” She nodded back at him.
“Kiss me.”
“Haven’t you had enough?” She asked him
“When it comes to you no.” He told her. Fiona gaze left him and shifted down towards the bottom level. Kerrigan was walking around with her blonde hand in hand. She got a glimpse of Asher and Fiona upstairs. She flipped Fiona the bird and stalked off.
“I think I should go now.”
“What?”
“You’ve proved your point to everyone, and I’m tired.” Asher stared at Fiona. She was serious about leaving and thought he was trying to prove a point. Asher stewed on that for a bit, and he knew Fiona was right. He had proven to everyone she’d come back to him, and that they were together at Fiona’s embarrassment.
“I’ll come with you” He sighed.
“You will not, this is your birthday party, and you have to be here.”
“I want to be with you; I don’t care about this.”
“You’re horney, and you want to fuck all night. We can still do that, call me afterward.”
“Don’t leave” He begged her.
“I live about three blocks over seriously; my roommate is out of town this weekend” Asher couldn’t believe it, Fiona was opening up to him a bit more; she was inviting him over to her place.
“Will you be ready for me when I get there?” He whispered.
“If you call me and give me a heads up I will be.”
“Take my truck” Asher fished into his pockets and retrieved a set of keys. He handed them to her.
“I’m going to be too drunk to drive, but ready to fuck when I get there.” He told her. She nodded back at him.
“I’ll text you my address.” She walked downstairs without such a glance at anyone staring or glaring at her. She twisted the knob and then she was gone. Asher went back downstairs and finally got into the party. Everyone asked where Fiona was, and Asher told them the truth. He took all the blame, he told then she had left him high and dry when it was pretty much his fault and his stupidity. He told everyone that came up to him. Asher drank more and more that night. When his vision started getting blurry, he knew he had drunk enough. He pulled his phone out, and he had one missed a text. It was from the super model; that’s how he had stored Fiona’s number on his phone. He had his Mother give him a ride over to Fiona’s.
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