Page 97 of Asher

I grinned, “Yeah, you.”

I crowded into her space, my hand going to the side of her neck, my other hand wrapping around her body, pulling her close to me.

Staring down into her eyes as she stared up into mine.

The moment was so profound that neither one of us paid attention to the woman who had stopped and stared at us.

Both of us were in our own little world.

“I love you, Chloe.”

She smiled, “I love you too, Asher.”

“Well, now I see why you never texted me back and blocked me. You like it younger. Do I need to go have surgery performed and reattached my hymen.”

I didn’t give the bitch a moment of my time, and neither did Chloe.

She winked up at me, tagged my hand, and then pulled me right along with her.

And just like that, I was powerless.

She held all the power, and it would be a cold day in hell before I ever denied it.

After the last place we visited, when she would let me see the dress she chose, we ended up at the clubhouse.

She was at the bar ordering a drink, and I had seen a hint of that thong when her shirt rose, showing everyone and their brother that perfect skin on her lower back.

That just wouldn’t do.

Therefore, I got up, stalked over to her, crowded into her back, leaned in, and whispered against her neck,“Tell me.”

The scent of buttercream, vanilla, and strawberries wafted up through my senses.

Her voice was husky when she whispered, “Tell you what?”

I smiled against her skin, “Oh, is that how you want to play this?”

She shrugged, “I have no clue what you're talking about.”

I chuckled, “Is that right? So, you mean I didn’t see you slip on my favorite color over your perfect little pussy?”

I felt her shiver against me.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” she said as she winked.

I growled until I heard, “Uh, Pres?”

I winked at Chloe and then looked at Trigger, “Yeah?”

“Think you and Chloe should go take care of that problem you have. Having a hard-on on the bike ain’t too comfortable.”

Chloe threw her head back and laughed, when she stopped, her eyes were twinkling, “Told you not to get worked up.”

I shrugged. “A little pain on the bike over making sure my woman knows how I feel. Give me all the pain.”

She giggled, then carried her drink to the table.

I pressed a kiss to her lips and then headed out to my bike with my brothers, thinking of everything I could to get my dick to go down.