He looked like a scolded child as I stormed across his room and stopped at the edge of his bed.
“You have humiliated me for the last time, Asher Creed.”
“Shut up,” I scolded and held up my hand.
“You have to believe me. I would never...”
“If you cut me off one more time, I’m going to make you regret it.” I glared at him. “Now like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted not once but twice... is that you have humiliated me for the last time, Asher. You’ve hurt me worse than anyone could ever hurt me on more than one occasion. You’ve dragged me through the mud more times than I’d like to admit.” He looked so sad right now, but I continued on, “and when most people would turn their back and run for the hills. I didn’t. And you want to know why?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Because I fucking love you. I still love you after all these years and I can’t stop no matter how hard I try. You’ve always been it for me, Asher. Even when people told me to stay away or tried to keep us apart, it’s always been you.” I felt tears brimming my eyes so I stopped before my voice cracked.
He looked stunned and relieved at the same time. Then he slid to the edge of the bed, toward me, and stopped to look up into my eyes.
“You really love me, Stanford?”
“I’d love you even more if you’d stop calling me that.” I chuckled, but then placed my hands on his shoulders. “But yeah, I really love you.”
He reached out and grabbed my hands as he brought them to his lips. He lightly kissed each one as he pulled me toward him. I straddled his lap as his hands ran up my back.
As we stared into each other’s eyes, he brought his lips closer to mine and began to lightly kiss mine. I lightly bit his bottom lip, deepening the kiss as my tongue danced with his.
He moaned into the kiss as he stood and spun us around to lay me down onto his bed. Asher stayed on top of me as we continued to kiss. Our lips felt like they were glued together as we stripped each other only breaking our lips to pull our shirts over our heads.
Our bodies were molded together, my legs wrapped tightly around his hips while my hands grabbed his face. I loved his perfect jawline and the light stubble that lined it.
His erection pressed against my wetness as I moaned into his mouth. He moaned back as he deepened the kiss and our lips pressed hard against the others. I felt him adjust his hips so his head was prodding my entrance and very slowly, he entered me, consumed me, stretched me, and I tightened my legs around his hips. My heels pushed into his ass which pushed his cock farther into me.
Our lips never broke as he slowly thrust in and out of me and my senses were on fire. Shivers ran across my skin and I kept holding my breath as he began to pump his cock in and out a bit faster and harder as he gripped my hip. His fingers dug into my flesh and I hoped that he left marks.
He finally broke our kiss as he leaned his cheek against mine, his breath on my ear.
“I love you, Layla...” he rasped out, pushing his cock in even deeper, “so damn much.”
Involuntarily, a single tear slid down my cheek as a smile spread across my lips. I had waited years, years, to hear him say those words and now that he finally had, I couldn’t help but cry. Those three words were going to change the rest of my life.
I was brought back to the now as I felt my orgasm build inside of me. He thrust harder and faster as he moaned into my ear with each thrust. I seriously loved how verbal he was during sex.
“Layla, fuck!” His voice was like sandpaper.
He was cumming. I could feel his entire body tense up as I squeezed my walls around him, milking him, just as my own orgasm roared to life, crashing into me spasm after spasm.
Then he rolled off of me as a giant grin split across his face. His heavy breathing filled the room as he looked over at me. “Damn... I don’t know what’s better: going slow and sensual like this, or fucking your brains out.”
I giggled. “It’s called lovemaking, and honestly... anyway with you is perfect.”
He chuckled. “By the way, why do you taste like the top shelf at a bar at 8:30 in the morning?”
“Oh, I had a long island down at the lodge with your mom,” I answered nonchalantly as I rolled toward him. I placed my hand on his chest and draped my leg over his hips.
He grabbed my thigh and just held it there and it made me smile. “Hmm. My mom? At a bar... 8:30 in the morning.”
I laughed. “She gave me some wise words. You should thank her because she’s the reason why you just got laid.”
Now he laughed. “I don’t think I’m going to thank my mom for getting me laid, but I’ll remember to thank her for talking some sense into you.”
I scoffed and playfully smacked him. “Cocky much?”
“I’m only cocky when I know the outcome of things.” Then he brought my hand up to kiss it. “Like how I knew you’d come around and we’d make up.”
“Oh, you did, did you?” I grinned at him.
He nodded. “Sure. I knew you loved me back then, and I knew you never stopped loving me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself too much, Asher.” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Not everybody loves you.”
“Isn’t that the truth?” He laughed. “But no, seriously...” He got serious as he looked down at me over his nose. “I loved you back then, too. I was just too stupid not to say it. And I love you now. I never stopped.”
I felt my cheeks blush as a smile spread across my lips. “Say it again,” I whispered.
He grinned. “I love you.”
He rolled me to my back and leaned over me, his hands on each side of my face as I smiled up at him. “I love you, Layla.”
Apparently, we missed Harper and Tate’s departure this morning as they left for their honeymoon. Which meant we all had one more night at the cabin before we had to check out the next morning. A few people had already left because they lived far away and had to get back to work, but I was glad I wasn’t going anywhere just yet.
Then my mind went someplace dark and I looked over at Asher who sat next to me on the couch. His feet were up on the coffee table as the fireplace crackled beside us. I was laying long ways on the couch with my legs draped over his lap and a glass of wine in my hands.
I let the dark thoughts enter my mind and I felt nauseous and anxious. I had one more uninterrupted night with Asher and then what? I lived in Seattle. He lived in San Clemente. Two states away from me!
How did this work now? He couldn’t give up skateboarding and I couldn’t give up my job. I love it too much and I busted my ass to get that job, but as I looked at Asher, I had a feeling that if he asked me to give up everything to be with him, I’d do it.
He looked up and over at me and smiled, studying my face.
“What’s wrong, babe?” He began rubbing my leg with his free hand, the other one still clutched his phone.
“Nothing,” I lied. I didn’t want to bring up my dark thoughts and ruin our evening. That depressing chat would come later. “Can I show you something?”
“Sure,” he replied, but sounded unsure.
I set my wine down and got up as I grabbed his hand and tugged him up. Then I pulled him toward the deck steps and descended them into the darkness of the yard.
The crickets were going crazy and the cold night air nipped my nose.
“It’s not too far.” I pulled him into the woods and down the familiar path. If tonight was our last night, I was going to make it count.
“You’re not taking me back here to murder me, are you?” He joked.
“Of course not. I planned on doing that tonight while you slept.” I winked back at him over my shoulder to which he replied with a grin.
We walked a bit further as the moonlight lit our path before I stopped and stared straight ahead. The hot spring that I came to was absolutely breathtaking. I came out here before in the dark, but now it seemed magical and mystical. The water almost glowed, illuminating the crystal clear water.
“Wow.” Asher came up beside me, his hand on the small of my back as he stared at the hot spring too.
“Let’s get in.” I started to strip and Asher didn’t hesitate to join me.
Asher slipped into the warm water first as he turned and helped me get in. He never let go of me as he pulled me against his chest. His hand came up and caressed my cheek before his thumb slid across my bottom lip. My mouth opened for him as I stared into his gaze.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
My cheeks blushed, and I hated that he could always make them do that.
I trailed my hands up his biceps, over his shoulders, and grabbed his face to pull him down to me. Our lips touched lightly as my heart thundered with excitement. He pulled me impossibly closer to him as I tried to calm down. It felt as if our bodies were one and then he deepened the kiss as he grabbed me behind my thighs and lifted me up so that my legs were straddling his hips.
He slowly lowered us into the hot spring as the warm water consumed us. Our bodies clung to one another as if they needed the others to survive.
Asher broke the kiss and began to nibble and suck on my neck. My head fell back as I let him explore and tease. There was no better feeling than Asher Creed’s mouth on my body.
My hands went into his hair as he gripped my hips and began rubbing me over his erection. We might be in a hot spring right now, but goosebumps trailed over my skin as I shivered. I would never grow tired of Asher claiming me.
His hand trailed up my back and into my hair before he tugged my head back. This allowed his mouth to nibble and suck on my neck even more and I quickly became a puddle of ecstasy in his arms. His other arm wrapped around my waist as he lifted me slightly and then sank me down onto his dick.
I let out a moan as he filled me completely. He didn’t move, though, as he kept us still, feeling each other and becoming one.
He broke his mouth from my neck and looked up into my eyes, still controlling my head with his hand in my hair. He stared into my eyes in a way I had never seen him look at me before and I shivered.
Asher pulled me toward him and when our lips touched it felt like the 4th of July in my body. He was and is the only man to ever make me feel like this and I was never letting him go.
I began to move up and down on him, needing to feel the friction, but he gripped my hips and held me still. I whimpered out, pleading with my eyes when I looked down at him.
“You want this?” He pushed his hips forward as his cock sank impossibly deeper.
I moaned out and threw my head back. “Y-yes...” I groaned.
“Like this?” He gripped my hips before he pulled me up and then slammed me back down. His cock hit something deep and I cried out in pleasure.
With a grin, Asher completely pulled himself out and I whined out my displeasure. He came behind me and stroked his hand up my back before he gripped my neck.
“Do you want to see how bad I want you?” He rasped in my ear which caused more shivers to cascade over my body and I could only nod, my throat too dry to answer.
He slightly pushed me face-first against the hot spring pool edge before he adjusted behind me and rammed his cock into me. I let out a guttural cry and gripped the stones in front of me.
He kept one hand on my throat while the other gripped my hips as he pounded into me. His cock glided perfectly against my wet flesh.
“You’re mine,” he growled out.
“Y-yes!” I nearly screamed.
“Say it...” he rasped, thrusting at a feverish pace.
My orgasm was about to explode as his cock hit the perfect spot inside of me. I threw my head back and screamed, “I’m yours!!”
He growled and then began thrusting even faster and harder.
I tried to hold on as long as I could, but when I opened my eyes and looked into the woods, I saw a shadow of a person standing there watching us and immediately I lost everything.
I yelped and hid my chest. “Asher!” My voice came out gravely and shaky as I pointed into the woods. “The person...they’re back!”
He stopped thrusting immediately, and a moment later, he was out of me.
“Hey, you mother-fucker!” Asher hollered, climbing out of the hot spring as I lowered myself into the pool to cover myself.
I heard the creeper’s footsteps running away as I watched Asher quickly put on his boxers and boots and took off running in their direction. My heart pounded as I shook. Who was this person? And why were they stalking me?!
The forest became eerily quiet and I could no longer hear Asher or the creeper’s footsteps, leaving me completely alone in the woods. I felt completely vulnerable sitting in this hot spring completely naked.
I wanted to get out and get dressed but I was frightened and nearly frozen in fear. What if the creeper came back while I got dressed and attacked me? Was I safer in the pool? Did I get out?
Then my body took over my thoughts and I was out of the pool. I grabbed my clothes and got dressed as fast as I could. Footsteps crunched again and panic took over as they got closer. My hands shook as I became lightheaded.
I sighed out in relief when I heard Asher’s voice and saw his face in the moonlight.
“Are you all right?” He came to me and rubbed his hands on my biceps.
I shook and nodded my head all at the same time. “Did you catch them?”
He shook his head.
Of course, he didn’t. If he had, he wouldn’t be standing here with me right now.
“Did you see who it was?” I asked as my hands shook, but I continued to get dressed.
He shook his head again. “No, they were too fast. It’s a guy, that much I know.”
“Who is doing this?” I cried out as anger and annoyance gripped my insides.“I don’t know. But we’re going to find out.” He grabbed his clothes, my hand, and we headed back toward the cabin.