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Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

I was lying on the couch feeling the effects of not sleeping last night when I heard Dillon come in laughing. He came into the living room and sat down when I noticed he was on the phone. He was being rude, talking and laughing loudly, and totally interrupting my TV show. What a dick.

Then he got off the phone and grinned at me. “Do you think you’ll be okay by yourself for a night?”

I cocked an eyebrow at him. “What do you think I do when you’re at school and mom and dad are gone? It’s no different now.”

“Good,” he stood up, “because I won’t be home tonight. I have a date.” He grinned and was far too excited. I had never seen him act like this over a girl before.

“Okay? Good for you. Do you want a medal or something?” I was crabby and tired and honestly didn’t care about my brother’s romantic life at the moment.

He flipped me off. “Just telling you I won’t be home tonight, jeez. You don’t have to be such a bitch.” He headed toward the kitchen but stopped to turn to me. “I’ll be leaving in about an hour.”

“Cool story, bro,” I replied dryly, still staring at the TV.

When he disappeared my phone dinged and I grabbed it to find a text from Harper.

H: hey toots. i hate to do this to u, but im staying at tates tonight. im sure you can still stay at my place.

After reading the text I obviously thought about Asher and knew that if I wasn’t staying the night our plans would be ruined. I texted her back.

L: no worries. dillon is ditching me tonight so i think i’ll take advantage of it and have the house to myself. don’t have too much fun with tate. ;) and use protection.

Then I felt my cheeks blush. Asher and I never used protection. What was I thinking?! Damn hormones and the excitement of the moment. Fuck! I knew I was good on my end since I was clean and on the pill, but from all his sex-capades, I had no idea what he might be carrying. I am such an idiot!

After Dillon left I went up to my room and curled up into bed, I was exhausted and needed some sleep and that’s exactly what I got to do. The house was blissfully quiet and I slipped into a sweet dream about Asher, of course. Even after I had him in real life, he was still in my dreams.



When I woke up it was dark outside and I saw the clock read 10:14 pm. The nap felt amazing but now I was starving.

I grabbed my phone to order delivery when I noticed a text from a random number.

3335551234: where r u?

I played stupid and typed back.

L: new phone. who dis?

I smirked as I hit send and got out of bed and almost instantly I got a reply.

3335551234: it’s Ash. don’t be stupid. where r u?

I felt my cheeks flush as I read his name. How did he get my number? Or had he had it? I didn’t know if he had stolen it from Harper’s phone or not, but I texted him back regardless.

L: your sister is at tates tonight. so im staying in.

3335551234: im coming over. be there in 10.

What? No! He can’t come over!

L: what?! you can’t come over!!

When he didn’t text back I panicked. Asher Creed was coming over to my house. And it was clear what he wanted. My body ached and I needed food and more sleep! This was bad.

I tried to call him but he kept ignoring the call and before I knew it, my doorbell rang.

I ran downstairs and answered it, only to find Asher on the other side with a grin. I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside and slammed the door shut.

“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t come over here! What if Dillon was here? Or... Harper?”

He smirked. “You said Harper was at Tate’s and I saw Dillon out with some chick.” He shrugged. “So I know you’re alone.” Then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. “But I can leave if you really want me to.”

Panic consumed my stomach as I shook my head. “You’re already here...”

He grinned and leaned down to kiss my lips lightly. “Good answer.”

Then he cupped my ass and let out a small moan. “I love this tight ass of yours,” he added.

I giggled and smacked his chest as I pushed myself out of his arms. “I need food before you get what you want.”

“You want it, too.” He followed me into the kitchen as I started rummaging through the house.

Granted my parents are on vacation, but other people lived here too! There was literally no food in the house. And I was sick to death of eating pizza and takeout.

“Ugh! No food!” I slammed the cupboard shut and stood there.

“I can take you out if you want. I know a good place.”

I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Are you asking me out on a date, Asher?”

He flipped me the bird. “Fuck no. You said you were hungry. Well, I’m hungry too and the sooner you get fed the sooner I get to eat.” He raised his eyebrows at me seductively.

My cheeks blushed and for some reason his answer hurt me. I knew we had an agreement, but deep down inside I wanted to date Asher. I wanted to be his girlfriend. I wanted him to take me out on dates.

“I’ll get dressed,” I replied dryly as I made my way upstairs.



He drove us to an Italian restaurant right on the beach and the smells were amazing. The ocean breeze came in and cooled off my warm skin that became flushed when I looked at Asher across the table.

He smiled up at me and then pointed at something on the menu. “The meatballs are to die for.”

I looked down at the menu item and read the options. It did sound really good.

“I’ve never been here and rarely eat Italian other than pizza. You decide for me.” I closed the menu and sipped on my water. I wanted to see how he’d react.

“Cool.” He grinned and then the waiter came over and took our order.

“So...” I started, “how’s your skateboarding going?” Asher had been into skateboarding for as long as I could remember and when he wasn’t making out with random girls, he was on his board.

He grinned. “This isn’t a date, Stanford. You don’t have to do the whole small talk thing.”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and pushed my blonde hair off my shoulder. “I was just trying to fill the void...dick.”

He laughed as amusement filled his eyes. “You’ll get that later.”

I blushed. Why did he always make me blush? It wasn't like I was some naive virgin who couldn’t handle a dick joke, but he seemed to always make me shy and nervous around him.

“Dude!”

Some guys from school came over and I noticed that Asher shifted nervously in his spot, eyeing me before looked at them.

“What’s up?” he replied.

Then they looked at me and half grinned, eyeing me up and down like the pigs that they were.

“What’s this Creed?” One of them asked as they kept their eyes on me. “Fucking your sisters friends now?”

Asher laughed and flipped him off. “Fuck no. Do I look stupid?”

Ouch. I looked up at him but he didn’t look at me as he continued to talk to his buddies. Why did he say that? My feelings were officially hurt.

“Well, when you’re done...here...we’ve got a table back there.” He pointed toward the back of the restaurant.

“Right on,” Asher said as he waved the guys off.

And once they were gone he still didn’t look at me.

I knew we couldn’t tell anyone about us and being together right now in public was dangerous, but his words actually hurt me. He sounded as if sleeping with me was the worst thing he could do.

The silence between us was awkward and when I finally looked up at him, he was on his phone.

Nice.

Our food finally came and I was impressed with what he ordered me. Meatballs, a yummy caeser salad, and a side of garlic toast bites. I looked up and saw he ordered the same thing. We dug in without saying a word.

“I’m gonna go pay and then we’ll go, yeah?” Asher asked as he stood from his chair and I only nodded.

It felt like he had been gone forever. What was taking him so long?

I got up and walked toward the register when I heard people laughing. I followed the source but kept my distance and then I saw Asher with those guys from school. And with Ellie.

His tongue was down her throat and she sat on his lap. He looked like he was enjoying himself and totally forgot about me.

I felt like someone sucker punched me in the gut. I felt hot and nauseous and like I could faint.

Why would he do this to me?

I hate him. I hate Asher Creed.

Tears stung my eyes as I left the restaurant and found myself alone. How the hell was I supposed to get home? No way in hell am I waiting for him!

Then I saw a guy standing by his car and it had an Uber sticker in the front window.

“Excuse me, sir... but are you an Uber driver?”

He looked up at me from his phone. “I am...but I’m off duty. I can find you anoth...”

He stopped when he saw that I had started to cry. I just wanted to get out of here. I couldn’t be here any longer.

“Where can I take you?” He asked softly.

I gave him the address and we got in his car and took off.

Halfway home my phone started to ring and I saw that it was Asher, so I hit ignore. Then I get a text so I obviously read it, and it was from him.

A: where the fuck did u go?

I didn’t have anything to say to him so I ignored that too. But then another one came through.

A: stanford! Don’t be such a dramatic girl! Answer your fucking phone!

And he called me immediately after I read it. His text pissed me off so I answered it.

“What?” I hissed.

“Where the hell did you go?!” He barked. “I left for five fucking minutes and you fucking leave?”

“Figured you had other plans for dessert tonight. Ellie’s a real sweet girl,” I replied sarcastically. “Thanks for feeding me. Don’t come over.”

Then I hung up on him.

A text came through and instinctively I read it.

A: goddamn it stanford! Are you seriously being a crazy jealous bitch right now?

I squeezed my phone tightly as I read his text. What an asshole!! And how dare he call me those things!! Is he serious right now?!

L: nope. Just dont want 2 have someones sloppy seconds. Goodnight.

Then I silenced my phone and shoved it into my back pocket.

I paid the driver, thanked him up and down, and walked across the lawn.

But then I heard a loud truck slam on its breaks, shut off, and as I looked over my shoulder, I saw Asher storming up to me.

“Oh jesus! What the hell are you doing here?! I told you not to come over!”

“And you honestly thought I’d listen? What the fuck, Stanford? Why did you leave? I thought we were having a nice night.”

I snorted out a laugh and shook my head. “You call that a nice night? No conversation,” I start counting on my fingers as I go, “insult me in front of your friends. Awkward silence. And let’s not forget about your tongue down Ellie’s throat. That one was the icing on the cake, don’t ya think?”

I turned to my door but he stopped me.

“What the fuck did you think was going to happen there? That I would actually tell them we’re fucking? Well, there goes our secret. Was I supposed to push Ellie off of me and make people suspicious?” When I didn’t say a word he smacked his hand on the door and made me jump. “Tell me!!! Because I am fucking clueless and the last time I checked...you aren’t my girlfriend, but you’re fucking acting like a real annoying one.”

Nice. A perfect stab to my gut. He couldn’t have said anything more hurtful.

I shook my head and finally turned to him. “Get off my porch...”

“No,” he hissed and pinned me with his gaze.

“You are a complete asshole!! Sleeping with you was the biggest mistake I ever made!” I was screaming. My emotions broke free and I began to tear up. “I am so fucking stupid! I could never be with someone like you anyway!”

Then he crashed his lips onto mine, and damn it, I kissed him back.

We frantically pulled and tugged at each other as Asher opened the front door. By the time we stepped in, we were both half naked and he had me pressed me up against the wall as his hands roamed over me. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth and I let him.

He picked me up and set me on the entryway table as he tugged my panties down, not breaking our kiss. And then he dropped his own pants just as he grabbed his cock and pushed himself into me with force. I was wet and ready. He stretched and filled until he was balls deep.

I moaned into his mouth as he bit my bottom lip and thrust his hips forward.

My nails dug into his back, which caused him to thrust deeper and he returned a moan into my mouth.

We broke the kiss but our foreheads stayed together. We stared into each other’s eyes as he continued to pound his cock into me. I wanted to touch him so I brought my hand up to his cheek and felt him lean into my touch as he turned his face to kiss my palm. His eyes glared back into mine as my orgasm built.

His stare was so intense. His eyes so dark.

He wouldn’t pull his eyes from mine and I couldn’t pull mine from his as he continued to thrust deep and hard. He gripped my hips then and something swept across his eyes as I watched him bite his lip.

My orgasm was right there and then when I felt him cum inside me, I exploded. I squeezed his cock so hard and watched him open his mouth as he let out a silent and breathy moan. I bit my bottom lip and threw my head back as my orgasm rocked me. Then he leaned forward and kissed and nibbled my jaw.

“Fuck,” he breathed out as he stayed between my legs. He brought both hands up to my face and stared intently into my eyes again. “I’m sorry I was an asshole,” he whispered.

I stared into his eyes and then slowly nodded. “Sorry for being a bitch.”

He smirked. “Want to know something?”

I nodded. “Sure...”

“I actually liked that you were jealous... that you got angry with me...” he nibbled my jaw again, “but don’t tell anyone. I do have a reputation to uphold, after all.”

I giggled. “Oh, of course.”

He liked that I was jealous? That I got angry with him? Did that mean that he had feelings for me more than just fuck buddies? No. I can’t think too much about it or it will drive me crazy. Nothing could happen between us.

Nothing!



But it didn’t feel like "nothing" when we snuggled in my bed.

“I never pictured you to be a snuggler.” I giggled into his chest.

“I’m not. So don’t get used to this, Stanford.” He chuckled.

I paused for a moment and then looked up into his grey eyes. “I know we set guidelines and rules. But I have to admit that I actually like like you.” I knew I shouldn’t have said anything but I just couldn’t help it. It was how I felt and I wasn’t good at holding my feelings at bay once the floodwaters broke free.

“I know,” he replied smugly.

I pinched his side as I scoffed as he erupted in laughter and squeezed me to his chest. “Well, you’re making it pretty obvious.”

“Shut up,” I cried as I buried my face into my pillow. I was instantly embarrassed and wanted to hide.

“Awe, don’t be like that, Stanford. I think it’s cute,” he said.

“Cute?” I groaned into my pillow before I looked up at him. “This isn’t cute. It’s embarrassing.”

He laughed and rolled to his side to look down at me, his grey eyes boring into my soul. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s only normal that you’d get feelings after sleeping with me. I’m used to it.”

I felt myself blush as anger filled my insides. He was used to it? And the realization hit me again as I remembered who I was sleeping with. The biggest man-whore at Portland High. A guy who didn’t do the girlfriend thing and probably didn’t give two shits about me outside the bedroom.

I rolled away from him and grabbed my shirt from the floor as I threw it on over my head. “It’s getting late... you should leave, yeah?”

He sighed, “Stanford... I thought you weren’t going to get all weird about this. We had an agreement, or don’t you remember?”

I froze in my spot as I remembered the words we shared. Of course, I’d remember that, but I didn’t agree with it. Not wholeheartedly. I finally turned to him and sighed, “Yeah, I remember...”

“Good, now come back here...” He held out his arms for me to lay back down but I didn’t feel like it, and he must have sensed it because he sat up and wrapped his arms around me, tugged me forcibly back down on the bed next to him, and buried his face in my neck.

“I do care about you, Stanford, but you know how it has to be between us.” He leaned back and stared down into my eyes and I couldn’t help but feel the emotions bubbling to the surface as my tears threatened the back of my eyes. But again, I wasn’t going to show him any weakness.

Then he pushed me onto my back as he crawled himself down between my legs to place his mouth on my swollen clit as I inhaled a breath and slipped my hand in his hair.

How can I stay upset with him when he can make me feel like this?

I never wanted tonight to end. Because when it ended, I had a feeling things would never be the same between us.

And I wanted Asher in my bed every night and every morning.

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