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“Honey, it’s okay. Promise. Go.” I told him.

He growled, then stalked over to me, planted one fist in the back of the couch, and whispered, “We are going to continue what we started soon as I get fucking back. Okay?”

I nodded, and then I lifted my head and pressed my lips to his.

Then I watched as he walked out the door after Trigger apologized.

Three hours later, due to a gentle sway, I opened my eyes and then looked up into Asher’s face.

He looked down at me and winked, “Glad you got a nap. ‘Cause you're going to need it tonight.”

I smiled, finally. Freaking finally.

The moment we reached his bedroom, he sat me down on my feet, keeping hold of me to ensure I was steady on my feet, then stepped to the door, closed it, and flipped the lock.

Only then did he turn back to me and said, “If you're too tired, that’s fine. But Doll Baby, you want me, you fucking have me, all you have to do is say the word.”

I winked, “Word.”

He took in a deep breath, then moved.

And he moved by walking to me, wrapped his hands around my face, and pulled my head up for a deep, scorching kiss.

Hands moved then.

Tongues danced.

Before I knew it, he had my property patch off, and I had his kutte off, my shirt was thrown somewhere, his too.

With the feel of his chest against mine, I wanted to purr like a contented kitten.

As he kissed along the column of my neck, his hands moved to my ass, he lifted me, then walked to his bed.

Carefully, ever so carefully, he laid me down.

As his mouth and tongue did wonders, he deftly unclasped my bra, and then, well, I couldn’t tell you where I ended, and he began.

My body was on fire as he worked my nipples into his mouth, the way his roughened, calloused fingers skimmed along my skin.

My pants were off, followed by my panties, and then I laid there, bared completely, while he took his feel.

I rose on my elbows and watched as he unsnapped his jeans, lowered them, and then removed his boxers, and for the first time in my entire life, I saw what a cock looked like.

I had thoughts, of course, of will it fit, it’s going to break me in two, oh my word, but all those thoughts vanished when he crawled up the bed.

Then he tagged my left hand and pressed a kiss to the ring he had placed on my finger, then he whispered, “Dreamt of making love to you while this was the only thing you wore. Thank you for saying yes to me.”

I smiled and whispered, “You're welcome.”

My hands moved of their own accord to touch him, and my fingers trailed over his chest, and then down, until he grabbed them and whispered, “Doll baby, it’s been five fucking years since I’ve had my dick inside another woman. Six years since my dick has seen any action other than my hand. So, I need you to be patient with me, alright?”

My breath caught. I knew Stella told me that, but hearing it from his lips, I had to clarify one thing, “Asher, you’re a biker. I thought y’all just took it and then apologized for it later?”

He winked, “Sometimes. But Doll baby, I don’t apologize to a single fucking soul. But one. You.”

My breath hitched.

Because I knew that wasn’t a lie.