Page 29 of Sweet Possession
I don’t want it.
But that hasn’t stopped his advances. He even went as far as cornering me in the empty hall when I needed a bathroom break during class. He scared me that time. Logan had a look in his eyes that told me to keep far away. He reminded me of some of the sleazy guys who used to visit the club. I haven’t told Asher yet because I can only imagine his reaction. He’s so possessive of me; I don’t know what he’ll do. I need to be honest with him though. I told him I wasn’t his ex, and I’m not. I want us to be open and honest in our relationship. I expect the same from him, so he deserves my honesty.
Moving the food around my plate, I sigh. We are sitting in the backyard; Asher grilled some steaks, and I made a salad. It’s all very domestic and has become our normal. Like we’ve known each other for years, not months. We’re so comfortable around each other, it’s almost scary. I never thought I would have this with someone. Never wanted it, actually. But Asher bulldozed into my life and wouldn’t give up. I’m glad he didn’t; I can’t imagine life without him.
“What’s wrong?” I glance up to find his eyes already on me, a frown marring his beautiful face.
Here goes nothing. “I’m having a few… issues with a boy at school.”
Asher immediately goes rigid, his tension palpable as his jaw clenches and he squeezes the knife and fork in his hands. He takes a breath, as if he’s trying to calm himself before speaking. “Who?” His tone is sharp, cold.
Pushing out of my chair, I move until I’m in his lap and making him drop his cutlery. I cup his face, imploring him with my eyes. “I don’t want you to do anything, Asher. I have it handled. He just won’t take no for an answer.”
“Who?” he repeats in his no nonsense voice.
I blow out a breath and pray that Asher doesn’t do anything stupid. “Logan Carrington.”
His eyes darken as his arms wrap around me and tighten as if he’s scared to lose me. “I knew he would go after you. You’re the hottest girl at that school by miles. I expected it, to be honest. But he can’t have what’s mine.” It’s not a question, but I answer anyway.
“No, he can’t. I’ve told him that I’m not interested, but he’s relentless,” I say shaking my head.
Asher presses his lips to mine. “Rich boys like him always are. They think the world owes them something and that girls should drop to their knees for them if they click their fingers. They think rules don’t apply to them. If he continues, I want you to tell me. I’ve heard the rumors about Logan and his crew, and I don’t want you around that.” I snuggle into him with a sigh. That went better than I expected. “How is everything else going? Do you like your classes? Teachers?”
“I like most of my classes and teachers. I love art classandmy math teacher,” I tease, making Asher chuckle.
“I should think so. I heard Mr. Grant is a pretty good math teacher.”
“Oh, he totally is. And very hot. So hot, ninety-nine percent of the female student population has a crush on him. But they can’t have him because he’s mine.” Now I’m the one that sounds possessive. I am. I’ve seen the way the girls look at him.
He holds me tighter, and I don’t miss the humor in his voice when he speaks. “He is yours. One hundred percent. He doesn’t even notice any other women because all he sees is you.”
I sigh contentedly at his words. “I love that he doesn’t. I don’t see anyone but him either.” I smile into his chest. I’m falling hard for this man. So hard, it sometimes scares me. I can only hope he is falling with me.
* * *
The following week at school, I feel more confident in throwing off Logan’s advances. It’s only Monday lunchtime and he has already asked me out four times. Each time I tell him no, and he responds with some “not giving up” speech; he thinks I will eventually give in. I keep laughing it off. He asked to show me around the school like he promised the first day. I told him no, and that I know my way around campus now, and I don’t need him to be my tour guide. That’s when he leaned in with a smirk.
“I didn’t really want to show you around, I was just hoping to get you in the locker rooms alone. Get to know you better.Alone.” His words felt ominous and sent a shiver up my spine. I made a mental note never to put myself in a situation where being alone with him could happen.
Asher watched the interaction from the sidelines. I felt the tension in his body as if it was my own. I witnessed the anger radiating from him. Asher is impulsive and possessive of me, but so far he has controlled himself and I’m happy about that. I know he is only holding back for my sake, but I love him for it anyway. He knows how much this scholarship means to me; I don’t want to lose it. And I will if anyone finds out about us.
Striding down the hall, I enter my English class, only to stop when I don’t find Mrs. Astley at her desk, but a tall, dark-haired man. I check the number on the door, panicking that I’m in the wrong place, but find I’m exactly where I am meant to be. He glances over at me and smiles.
“Don’t just stand there. Come in. I’m Mr. Henderson, and I will be covering Mrs. Astley’s class for the foreseeable future.”
I nod, making my way inside and to my desk. Grabbing my books out of my bag, I place them on the desk before pulling my cell out of my pocket. I find a text from Asher.
Asher: I miss you, angel. Can’t wait to get home so I can touch you how I want.
An ache builds between my legs at his words. I really cannot get enough of him. My body comes alive at his touch in a way I never knew was possible. Smiling, I tap out a reply.
Me: Mmm, what are you going to do to me?
I shouldn’t be sexting with him in school. It’s risky, and if the wrong person caught me, it would be bad. But right now, I don’t care about the consequences. All I can focus on is his hands on me. His cock in my pussy as he takes me to heights I only thought existed in romance novels.
Asher: I’m going to strip you out of that naughty uniform before I shove you on our bed. I’m going to lick every inch of your body. Tease you until you can’t take anymore. I’m going to shove my fingers and tongue in your soaking wet cunt, bring you to the edge, and right when you’re about to come, I’m going to shove my cock in you and fuck you so hard, you won’t even remember your own name.
Excitement builds in me as moisture seeps from my pussy. I want to get out of my chair and go find Asher so he can relieve the ache he has built. I’m about to do just that when the teacher speaks.