Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
It’s then I realize… I don’t want another man inside me. The idea of it is all kinds of wicked and would make my panties wet if I were wearing any, but I don’t want any man other than Asher touching me.
“No,” I say firmly, tilting my chin up. “I’m quite satisfied with just you.”
I get a grin in return, taking note of the relief in his eyes. He nods toward my wine and asks, “You want another?”
“Um… sure,” I reply, enjoying the fact that Asher is willingly giving his time to me to have conversation.
After flagging a passing waitress and ordering another bourbon and wine, he turns to me.
“What did you do this weekend?” I ask pleasantly, feeling that’s a safe conversation to have.
He grimaces. “Met my dad’s fiancée.”
“You don’t like her?” I ask with a curious tilt of my head.
“I don’t like the fact that he’s known her less than two weeks, she’s thirty years younger than he is, and he might just be thinking with his dick.”
“Are he and your mom divorced?”
Asher’s gaze goes to his bourbon, a fond but sad smile on his face. “She died three years ago. Heart attack.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, reaching across the table to lay my hand on top of his. He’s had a rough time losing both his wife and mother in the last few years. No wonder he’s so guarded.
Asher raises his head, giving me a quiet smile as he pulls his hand back. He deftly changes the subject as the waitress returns with fresh drinks. “Are you sure I can’t talk you into coming to Florida with me this week? As your employer, I could demand it.”
Laughing, I shake my head at his persistence. I’ve already declined his offer twice when he asked last week. “I can’t. You’re not getting back until late Saturday, and I’m not giving up my time with Hope.”
“Never hurts to ask.” He takes a sip from his new drink.
I change the subject now. “Did you ever bring your wife here?”
Asher freezes, his gaze going slightly flat. “Why would you ask that?”
“Never hurts to ask,” I say, throwing his same words back at him. Besides, I can’t help but be curious about this man. “You’re a sensual man, Asher. You don’t hold back. I just assumed the woman you chose to spend your life with would be the same.”
I think he might deny me, but his shoulders sag slightly as he shakes his head. “No. I didn’t start coming to The Wicked Horse until after she died.”
I’m not sure what that tells me about this enigmatic man, other than he must have changed.
I can’t help but ask, “How did she die?”
Of all the things I’d expected a young woman might die from, I wasn’t prepared for him to say, “She killed herself.”
“Oh, God,” I exclaim on a horrified exhale. My hand shoots back across the table to grab his. He reflexively jerks against me, but I hold tight. “I’m so sorry. I don’t even know what to say.”
Asher doesn’t try to pull his hand back, but he does look everywhere but at me. Finally, he straightens, reaches for his drink with his free hand, and downs it.
I get a sharp tug and he’s leading me away from the table, my new glass of wine left untouched.
Not holding back, I let him lead me where he wants. The conversation about his wife is clearly over, and there’s a small tremor of fear that races up my spine as I feel waves of turmoil rolling off him.
He leads me straight to The Silo, through the heart of the room, and right to the glass room that’s furthest from the door.
I’ve seen this room before. Seen what’s inside.
The machine.
Asher nods toward it. “I want you on that tonight.”
“I don’t know.” It comes out faint as I instinctually back slightly away.
He gives me a jerk, pulls me closer, and positions me in front of him so I stare into the room. It’s already occupied as it’s a popular destination.
There’s a man and a woman in there, and the woman is on the machine. I clench my thighs together as I watch them, the woman’s legs splayed wide as a mechanical dildo drills into her. The man with her just watches with lust-filled eyes, idly stroking his hard cock.
Asher steps in close to me, his own thick erection hard against my ass. Wrapping his arms around me, he dips his head to state, “I’m going to let that machine fuck you, and I’m going to make you suck my cock while it does. Do you like the sound of that?”
God help me and my traitorous body, but I’m nodding almost frantically as I press back into him, rotating my hips.
Laughing darkly, he holds me tightly as we watch what’s going on inside. Before long, his hand has inched under my short dress, meeting no resistance since I’m bare beneath. I lean against him and close my eyes, knowing I’m in for a very wild ride tonight. Really, though, I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing.