“Chelcie Nicole Avery. The day you walked into my life, I knew I would forever crave your light. You’ve taught me so much. I don’t look for the bad in everyone anymore. I see beauty in everything around me. I look forward to waking up with you pushed close to my body and my hand resting against our son. You’ve given me back a life I didn’t know I was close to losing. A second chance that I needed to be the man you believe I am. Every day, I wake up and want to do everything I can to prove to you that I am that man. You’re my everything, Sunshine. You’ve made me whole again.” I lean forward and kiss her finger that has my ring shining bright. Just like her, its light reminds me once again how much this woman means to me. “I love you, Chelcie, and it would make me the happiest man on Earth if you would marry me. Be my person for the rest of our lives.”
Her smile hasn’t slipped, and for once, I don’t even bother trying to stop the tears. I can feel some of my own starting to burn at the back of my throat.
“Yes! God, yes!” she sobs. “I love you so much, baby.”
I shiver when she calls me that. Every single time. It’s like a drug for me. She calls me baby and I want to drop to my knees and offer her the world.
“I love you too, Sunshine.”
Chapter 26 – Chelcie
Asher just left the bed to grab me some water. My throat is burning—in a good way—from screaming his name so many times. He didn’t waste a second. I said yes, and the next thing I knew, I was in his arms while he charged through the apartment. A man on a mission. He took me hard the first time, both of us needing it. The second time was slow and sweet—and if you asked me, I would swear the Earth moved.
We still need to talk, but right now, with my heart this full, I couldn’t stop smiling if I tried.
“What’s that smile all about?” he inquires from the side of the bed.
I roll my head and take in every fine-as-hell inch of his tan skin. His muscles are bulging, and a fine sheen of sweat covers his body. His cock is still semierect, and I smirk wickedly when I see him start to swell under my gaze.
“You’re so damn fine,” I sigh.
He laughs, hands me the water, and walks over to the bathroom. I admire his backside as he walks, each firm globe flexing as he strolls lazily.
“Damn,” I hiss.
He turns and gives me a sinful smirk before stepping into the bathroom and out of my line of sight. I take a deep pull of the ice-cold water he brought me before setting it down on the nightstand.
“Lean back and spread ‘em,” he rumbles when he walks back up to the side of the bed.
I gape at him for a second. Then he holds up the washcloth in his hands with a wink.
“Someone sure is thinking some naughty thoughts. You need a spanking, Sunshine? Have you been a bad girl?”
My pussy convulses at his words. He’s spanked me a few times—when things got rough—and each time, I came harder than the last.
Damn, I love this man.
I lean back, making a slow show of spreading my legs. “I might be pregnant, but last time I checked, my arms still work, baby. I think I’m capable of cleaning my own body.”
“And you would deny me this? Baby, seeing my come falling out of your tight cunt is probably one of the hottest things I’ve seen. I’m inside you, and my come is marking your body as mine. There isn’t anything more arousing. Well, maybe there is—but this… Fuck, you have no idea.”
After he finishes wiping every inch of my pussy, my legs are quivering with the strength of holding back my orgasm. How embarrassing is it that I’m seconds away from exploding and all he’s doing is wiping me off.
He looks up from where his head has been leaning in while he was cleaning me off, noticing the heat in my eyes and I’m sure the blush that covers my skin. His eyebrow cocks and that lethal grin takes over his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he leans forward and gives me one long lick of his warm tongue. Lifting up, I’m confused for a breath of a second, and then I feel his hand pop down on my pussy. His fingers hit with just enough pressure against my swollen nerves that I throw my head back and scream. My eyes roll back in my head, my toes curl, and I gasp with the power of this orgasm. My whole body is blazing white hot.
“Oh, God. Oh my God. Holy. Jesus!” I scream again, another wave of pure bliss crashing over me when he dips two thick fingers in deep. I feel like I’m being tugged under in some riptide of pleasure and it’s almost too much for me to bear.
“That’s it, Sunshine. That’s it,” he coos in my ear as I ride the wave, helpless to do anything but hold on to him tight. “Fuck, the way you milk my fingers makes me so hard.”
I feel his weight shift, and just when I think I’m coming down from the second wave, he is pushing his thick cock in deep and prolonging my orgasm. He’s leaning up on his knees, careful to keep his weight off my stomach, and pushing in quick bursts. It doesn’t take long before I’m barreling over yet another wave. Or hell, maybe I’ve been riding the same one, in some funnel of pleasure that my body doesn’t know how to escape from—and doesn’t want to.
It doesn’t take long, despite the fact that, in the last few hours, he’s already come twice; he pushes in deep and rolls his hips. His face is the picture of ecstasy as he empties himself inside me again.
I always used to read the books where the hero would come, and come, and come…and then come again. I’d roll my eyes, thinking that surely there was no way a man like that—with stamina of a god—exists. Tonight, Asher proved me wrong. Those men definitely do exist. And he’s all mine.
***
I can feel myself getting tired, but I know I can’t go to sleep until Asher and I have talked. I don’t feel right with this entire unknown, ticking time bomb sitting between us. I need to know where he’s coming from, where his head is, and what his plans are.
He comes back from dropping another used washcloth in the dirty laundry hamper and climbs in behind me, curling his arm around my body and pulling me close. His palm instantly goes to my stomach and caresses the tight skin. I can feel our son rolling around, and I smile when I feel Asher laugh against my back.
“We need to talk, baby,” I start.
He sighs. “I know.”
“Do you want to start? Maybe let me in and tell me what’s kept you gone for the last two weeks? I’m not going to even lie, Ash. It killed me to think that I wasn’t enough for you to let in and let help. I’m not going to crumble. I’m here to walk this road with you, remember?”
Her smile hasn’t slipped, and for once, I don’t even bother trying to stop the tears. I can feel some of my own starting to burn at the back of my throat.
“Yes! God, yes!” she sobs. “I love you so much, baby.”
I shiver when she calls me that. Every single time. It’s like a drug for me. She calls me baby and I want to drop to my knees and offer her the world.
“I love you too, Sunshine.”
Chapter 26 – Chelcie
Asher just left the bed to grab me some water. My throat is burning—in a good way—from screaming his name so many times. He didn’t waste a second. I said yes, and the next thing I knew, I was in his arms while he charged through the apartment. A man on a mission. He took me hard the first time, both of us needing it. The second time was slow and sweet—and if you asked me, I would swear the Earth moved.
We still need to talk, but right now, with my heart this full, I couldn’t stop smiling if I tried.
“What’s that smile all about?” he inquires from the side of the bed.
I roll my head and take in every fine-as-hell inch of his tan skin. His muscles are bulging, and a fine sheen of sweat covers his body. His cock is still semierect, and I smirk wickedly when I see him start to swell under my gaze.
“You’re so damn fine,” I sigh.
He laughs, hands me the water, and walks over to the bathroom. I admire his backside as he walks, each firm globe flexing as he strolls lazily.
“Damn,” I hiss.
He turns and gives me a sinful smirk before stepping into the bathroom and out of my line of sight. I take a deep pull of the ice-cold water he brought me before setting it down on the nightstand.
“Lean back and spread ‘em,” he rumbles when he walks back up to the side of the bed.
I gape at him for a second. Then he holds up the washcloth in his hands with a wink.
“Someone sure is thinking some naughty thoughts. You need a spanking, Sunshine? Have you been a bad girl?”
My pussy convulses at his words. He’s spanked me a few times—when things got rough—and each time, I came harder than the last.
Damn, I love this man.
I lean back, making a slow show of spreading my legs. “I might be pregnant, but last time I checked, my arms still work, baby. I think I’m capable of cleaning my own body.”
“And you would deny me this? Baby, seeing my come falling out of your tight cunt is probably one of the hottest things I’ve seen. I’m inside you, and my come is marking your body as mine. There isn’t anything more arousing. Well, maybe there is—but this… Fuck, you have no idea.”
After he finishes wiping every inch of my pussy, my legs are quivering with the strength of holding back my orgasm. How embarrassing is it that I’m seconds away from exploding and all he’s doing is wiping me off.
He looks up from where his head has been leaning in while he was cleaning me off, noticing the heat in my eyes and I’m sure the blush that covers my skin. His eyebrow cocks and that lethal grin takes over his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he leans forward and gives me one long lick of his warm tongue. Lifting up, I’m confused for a breath of a second, and then I feel his hand pop down on my pussy. His fingers hit with just enough pressure against my swollen nerves that I throw my head back and scream. My eyes roll back in my head, my toes curl, and I gasp with the power of this orgasm. My whole body is blazing white hot.
“Oh, God. Oh my God. Holy. Jesus!” I scream again, another wave of pure bliss crashing over me when he dips two thick fingers in deep. I feel like I’m being tugged under in some riptide of pleasure and it’s almost too much for me to bear.
“That’s it, Sunshine. That’s it,” he coos in my ear as I ride the wave, helpless to do anything but hold on to him tight. “Fuck, the way you milk my fingers makes me so hard.”
I feel his weight shift, and just when I think I’m coming down from the second wave, he is pushing his thick cock in deep and prolonging my orgasm. He’s leaning up on his knees, careful to keep his weight off my stomach, and pushing in quick bursts. It doesn’t take long before I’m barreling over yet another wave. Or hell, maybe I’ve been riding the same one, in some funnel of pleasure that my body doesn’t know how to escape from—and doesn’t want to.
It doesn’t take long, despite the fact that, in the last few hours, he’s already come twice; he pushes in deep and rolls his hips. His face is the picture of ecstasy as he empties himself inside me again.
I always used to read the books where the hero would come, and come, and come…and then come again. I’d roll my eyes, thinking that surely there was no way a man like that—with stamina of a god—exists. Tonight, Asher proved me wrong. Those men definitely do exist. And he’s all mine.
***
I can feel myself getting tired, but I know I can’t go to sleep until Asher and I have talked. I don’t feel right with this entire unknown, ticking time bomb sitting between us. I need to know where he’s coming from, where his head is, and what his plans are.
He comes back from dropping another used washcloth in the dirty laundry hamper and climbs in behind me, curling his arm around my body and pulling me close. His palm instantly goes to my stomach and caresses the tight skin. I can feel our son rolling around, and I smile when I feel Asher laugh against my back.
“We need to talk, baby,” I start.
He sighs. “I know.”
“Do you want to start? Maybe let me in and tell me what’s kept you gone for the last two weeks? I’m not going to even lie, Ash. It killed me to think that I wasn’t enough for you to let in and let help. I’m not going to crumble. I’m here to walk this road with you, remember?”
