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asherbennett:
The more Rikki touched him, the more he relaxed. Every since the first time they did this, Asher absolutely melted under her touch. Rikki was the only person to ever take the time to actually give him something like this that the whole thing held a special meaning for him.
“Yes, because if you are the brat I am the teaser, each can only be one,” he mumbled as she found a particular spot on his neck that was bothering him for days.
The idea of mashing sex with the massages only made it all better because Asher always got something good from both words. “You just want a piece of my body, don’t you Laurent?” He grinned letting out another moan as he knew what was going to happen now.
“I told you I ain’t ripping anything anymore after that.” His pout was quite very visible, but still he still didn’t forget about that one time.
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Everything they had together, it was so much deeper than what Rikki had with anyone else. Sometimes it boggled her mind that she could have ever thought she had feelings for anyone else.
“I thought I was being very good,” she teased. All the tension that had built up was slowly dying down. She climbed off his back to sit down beside him on the bed and let her fingers trail across his shoulders.
“I’m pretty sure you want mine, too, Bennett. Considering how very eager you felt a little bit ago when we got back,” she pointed out, leaning in to kiss his cheek and then down his neck. “I think you mentioned wanting to take my dress off before we even left.”
That, including the fact that he had been very hard for her when she had gotten his pants off.
“Are you sure, baby?” she drawled, hooking her finger into the ivory lace. “Going once...going twice...”
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asherbennett:
Usually moments like this don’t tend to lead to anything sexual, but when it does? It makes it even better. The more she touched him, the more relaxed he became, the more relaxed he became the more he needed her. Asher couldn’t control the noises coming from him by now, he moaned and groaned at every touch, every knot that Rikki loosed on his back.
But when she got to his neck it’s where the real magic started to happen and Asher really started to loosen up, feeling all he stress from earlier leave his body.
“Who ever said something like that?” He asked with a small moan , opening his eyes at the feel of her lips on his shoulder again. “Better. Relaxed. You have a magical touch, Laurent,” he said with a small smile on his lips.
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Rikki focused on his neck and around his shoulders, feeling the tension slowly unwinding itself in his muscles. Touch was something she had been too skittish to experience during sex for so long, other than the bare minimum, she now not only accepted it, she initiated it. She now sought to relax him in any way she could.
“What, you’re the only one who can tease?” she returned. Her thumbs returned to the base of his skull to seek out those pressure points. Dare she say it, sex after a massage made it feel even better. The increase of blood flow, the increase of serotonin, even the feeling of intimacy, it was like having sex after an orgasm. “Want to get into bed and I’ll get on top? I have to get the rest of the way undressed, unless you want to rip it.”
Any scrap of expensive lace she’d bought for the trip had been purchased with the open invitation to have him tear it off her.
“Absolutely no personal attachment whatsoever to it.”
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asherbennett:
Asher tried to get as comfortable as he could on his position while supporting a hard on, but as soon as he felt Rikki on his back his body relaxed as he knew what they were up to. He let out an appreciative moan at the feel of her hands on his back, groaning at the words said on his ear. “Fucking tease,” he complained but closed his eyes while trying to get in the feeling of things.
Rikki had a rare talent for when it came to giving him massages. Before her, no one ever really gave him the opportunity to have one, this was their thing, something Rikki only did for him and the more they did it, the better it felt in the end.
“This feels good….” he quietly said as he let out an appreciative moan as she found a particular knot that had been bothering him for days now.
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Taking care of each other like this went deeper than sex. A massage would not only relax him, it was Rikki’s communication via his love language.
You’re important to me. I want you to relax. Let me take care of you the best way I know.
She ran the heels of her hands up over his shoulders and focused on his neck. The more she did this, the more care she took to keep his muscles loose. Her thumbs worked the base of his skull then she rolled gentle pressure with her knuckles down to his lower back.
“Yes, but the best things come to those who wait,” she teased. She leaned down and gently kissed his shoulder again. “How do you feel?”
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asherbennett:
If there was one thing Asher soon learned about Rikki was how she kept her promises, especially the dirty ones and if you add to that a terrible night, he knew she would make up of her promise and deliver an incredible night for both of them. Asher Bennett would never get tired of Rikki Laurent. The more she touched him, the more she kissed, the crazier he got.
How much he loved that woman and craved her wasn’t able to be put into words.
As soon as he heard his pants free, her hands were in his cock and he let out a loud moan. “Fuck,” he breathed as he felt her hand on his cock, massaging, stroking and doing everything he was so crazy about. She knew how to touch him like no one else ever did and the best part? Is that she liked doing so.
Like the good boy he was and said he would be Asher did as he was told and as Rikki pulled his pants and boxers down, he rolled onto his stomach, giving her his back. “May I say this is not a very comfortable position after you teased the shit out of me,” he mumbled against the mattress, turning his head to the side so he could look back at her.
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This was the biggest reason why Rikki had pushed to stay someplace separate from her parents’ house. And she was fairly sure they knew that was the reason. Keeping quiet was the problem and the last thing she wanted was for them to overhear her.
(That and the fact that her full-size bed wouldn’t hold them unless she wanted to sleep on top of him.)
When Asher rolled onto his stomach, Rikki immediately straddled his lower back. She slid her hands up the expanse of his bare muscles and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “But it’ll feel all better once you’re inside me.”
Her hands slid back down his skin and she dropped a kiss between his shoulders. This was something she tried to do for him regularly, to keep the tension and knots out of his system. The more she did it, the less it hurt. And, admittedly, the ‘happy ending’ part was fun. But Rikki knew damn well how to care for his sore muscles, even if this was meant for foreplay.
The heels of her palms glided down on either side of his spine and she gently worked them in circles once they reached his lower back. She slid them back up to repeat the motion and the third time, they fanned out to knead at his shoulders.
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asherbennett:
Asher couldn’t get tired of touching Rikki. As soon as the dress was on the floor, he let his hands roam to the expanse of her back, feeling her naked skin under the tip of his fingers. His touches were light and he let his thumbs gently brush against certain spots of her, having no rush in speeding the whole process, enjoying the touches and kisses she was giving him.
He gave her total control over the situation, allowing her to undress him, helping only when needed. As his shirt was unbuttoned, he let it slide off his arms, letting it fall in a crumpled mess right next to her dress, his hands quickly going back to her hips, pulling her body closer even more.
There was no one in the world that ever made him feel as good as Rikki could.
Letting out an appreciative moan as her lips found a spot on his neck, his grip slightly tightened on her hips and his eyes closed, pushing his head slightly back to give her more room on his neck. “Babe….” he said in a whispered moan. They had barely started and she was already driving him nuts.
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Rikki’s lips continued their assault on his neck and her teeth nipped at his skin. She leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss to shush him. “Just lay back and let me take care of you,” she murmured. Her finger hooked into the tongue of his belt to draw it out of the loop and tugged it open.
God, Rikki could barely see through her own thick haze of arousal, but she persevered.
As soon as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, her hand slipped inside to wrap around his cock. Massaging, stroking, letting her thumb swipe over his tip. If there was one thing she always enjoyed doing, it was touching Asher. She pulled her hand out, only to curl her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pants to pull them down.
“Will you roll over for me so I can rub you?” she requested.
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asherbennett:
Going for the party for only thirty minutes wasn’t on Asher’s plans, but then again he didn’t expect to be faced with such a horrible environment that left him more uncomfortable than welcomed. They only had time for one drink before they had enough and Asher had never been more happy to leave a place than that. He knew people would eventually talk and her family would notice that, but honestly? He couldn’t be bothered by that right now.
As soon as they stepped inside the little cottage, he didn’t even had a chance to think or get rid of his things when Rikki’s hands were on his body. She pushed his jacket off and he only had time to take his phone and wallet out of his pockets before she was turned to him again and his arms instantly rested on her hips. God, how he missed this.
“Gladly do,” he grinned, his hands gently caressing her back as he lifted his left hand, gently pulling down the zipper, freeing her from the dress and his hand made contact to the bare skin of her back. “This feels nice,” his voice was soft at the feel of her lips on his neck, one of his most tender spots that she quickly caught on all of those years ago.
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As soon as she felt the zipper give, Rikki pushed it down her body until it was a crumpled mess on the floor. There were a few perks to wearing a dress and one of them was being nearly naked once he unzipped her. She hooked her finger into the knot to loosen the tie until it gave. Even with her lack of heels, she still did her best to reach his neck.
“Good,” she murmured in between kisses. He still filled her senses, that fucking cologne still had her swooning in his arms. “I like makin’ you feel good.”
Rikki made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and slid her hands across the exposed skin of his muscular chest. God, he still made her heart pound. He still made her breath leave her body. Almost three years of knowing each other, of having mind-blowing sex, of completely melting into him each and every time he held her, and she still couldn’t get tired of him.
Any other time, she’d suggest skipping and getting right to it. This time, she held out.
“Wanna lay down for me, babe?” she asked, her lips finding a particular spot on his neck to kiss and suck.
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asherbennett:
The growth Rikki showed when it came to them and showing how much they loved one another was still something that he would be amazed by. Someone that was far too scared to even be seen in the same room as he in the past was now, completely head over heels in love with him and ready to tie herself to him for the rest of her life.
The kiss the finally shared was like a fresh breath of air in his lungs, as if this was what he needed to feel whole and calm again. Rikki had that effect on him, from the start. Just a look on his direction, a hand well placed on his body and he would be putty under her touch. Rikki was everything he needed.
“You just want to turn me into a freak on the sheets,” he murmured back for her to hear but didn’t say no or anything else. He drained the rest of his Bourbon and took her hand on his. “Let’s go. I’ve been dying to get you out of this dress since the moment you made me zip it up.”
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It didn’t feel like only seven months ago that Rikki had begged to keep their relationship under wraps. She no longer cared what anyone else thought because no one else was allowed to have an opinion on their relationship. If someone thought she fawned over him too much, it wasn’t their business.
“I don’t think I’m responsible for that one,” she returned with a quirk of her eyebrow. It was well-known that she really was at her dirtiest with Asher. Their connection went further than carnal attraction, but the trust she placed with him, the control she gave, it all made it hotter.
Their little ‘house’ was dark, save for a lamp she’d left on, and the first thing Rikki did as soon as she walked in was kick off her heels. Her second thing was pushing the jacket off his shoulders. Even if they’d only been there for thirty minutes, she still missed this. It was on the tip of her tongue to move things quicker, but tonight wasn’t about that.
“Wanna unzip me?” she asked, a devilish grin on her face. She’d only bothered with a scrap of ivory lace for a pair of panties. Her dress had had a built-in bra. She ran her hands up his chest to tug at the knot on his neck and leaned up to kiss his neck.
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asherbennett:
“What, are you saying the rock I gave you is gathering too much attention now?” he asked with a grin on his lips as he looked at her hand with said ring in it. Asher took far too long to find the perfect ring for her. It just couldn’t be any other ring that resembled a common engagement ring, it needed to be unique like she was to him.
Asher definitely couldn’t complain of all the attention and the way Rikki was trying to make him feel. Everyone and their mother were on a mission to make their night miserable, but here she was doing everything she could to make him feel like he mattered and was important. God, he loved this woman so much.
Throwing all caution to the wind and getting tired of having to hide his feelings for her, Asher leaned down to capture her lips on his, giving her a languid, slow and deep kiss, drawing back and cupping her face in one hand, his thumb gently tracing her lips as it tried to wipe out the small smudge of her lipstick. “I love you and I am damn tired of not getting to kiss you.”
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“It doesn’t matter to me if anyone thinks it’s too much or not. Much like I don’t care if someone knows I’m completely head over heels in love with you. They can make fun of me all they want, I don’t care,” she answered. She drained the rest of the cheap wine and set the glass back down.
That lit up because of Asher Bennett smile came back, not for the first time that day and certainly not for the last. She felt that little chill go down her spine as he kissed her. As he coaxed her chin up to deepen it, she leaned upwards to maintain the contact.
God, she hoped there would never come a day when she got used to how he kissed her. Or how much she loved him. Rikki never put personal stock in the idea of a soulmate, but if there was such a thing, hers was Asher.
“I love you, too,” she murmured up at him and leaned her face into his hand. “How about we head back, get out of these clothes, and I give you a massage with a happy ending to get your mind off all this?” she suggested in a whisper for his ears only.
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asherbennett:
“Do you want me to punch her or something?” He asked, half joking and half being serious over his offer. “Careful, babe. If you simp any harder people might start noticing all of that.” He said with a warm smile on his face as he gently bumped his nose with hers. He would’ve gone for a quick peck but opted out of it for some reason.
“You know I will never ask or pry you about your past, but I just don’t like coming in here and seeing it all over my face.” Asher knew it clearly wasn’t fair to Rikki to have him saying all of those things, much like her line of work, he never said anything, he never complained, he always stayed quiet and tried to separate things. But here is really hard to do so when he doesn’t know anyone and have nowhere to hide. “You sure you would be okay with that?” He asked as he took a sip of his drink. “You got all dolled up and what about your family? Won’t they complain?”
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“Nah, let her live her existence in freakish misery,” she responded. It wasn’t as if she could change her past. She could, however, live in her present and love him as fiercely as she wanted. “I hate to break it to you, but I think they’ve already caught on to the simping once they caught sight of this ring on my hand.”
Out of everything, Rikki had underestimated just how difficult it would be on him. She knew it would be uncomfortable, but she hadn’t banked on everyone doing their best to increase it. At the very least, no one shook his hand and told him they had sex with her. If someone got punched for that, she doubted anyone would blame him.
“I know, babe. I’m so sorry people are acting like this,” she commented. She set her wine down on a napkin and her arm linked through his. “You’re more important than any image anyone needs to maintain, alright? I’ll deal with them. Besides, we did the bare minimum. That’s more than anyone could ask of us.”
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“We can make it in a way that no one sees it actually happening. I may or may not know how to make that happen, just saying.” He shrugged as if that wasn’t anything too important at all, which clearly was. “Maybe I am the one who upgraded hard, have you looked at yourself? You are stunning babe,” he cheered her up.
The fact that minutes ago they were barely incapable of keeping their hands off each other and now they were forced to simply act this way was basically torture when all he wanted was to kiss her lips and hold her in his arms. But, he had to be good after all.
“No, it doesn’t.” No matter if good or bad – although he doubted anyone would be as good as he was when it came to sex –, Asher would never be okay with being in the same room as the people Rikki had sex with in the past. Call him possessive, a jealous man even, but he didn’t like to share. He ordered some Bourbon for himself and a glass of wine for Rikki. He needed to loosen up a little bit.
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“She’s vindictive. And I already stooped to her level, I don’t want to do it again. She doesn’t get to drag me down. I’m with you and I’m so deliriously happy with you that I can’t let anything or anyone else taint that,” she informed him. And it was true; how could Rikki let anyone get to her when she had the best fiancé?
And so what if she looked at him like he hung the moon?
“I figured not. It’s not ideal, and I’m sorry you have to be stuck in a room like this. If the roles were reversed, I sure as hell wouldn’t be this calm,” she commented. Her hand smoothed over his shoulder as affectionately as she could manage. She accepted the wine from the bartender and took a long sip. “We can stay here a few more minutes and we can head back to the room? We’ve definitely made our rounds.”
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“Did that ever stop you from doing anything like that?” Asher asked curiously, an eyebrow raised as he looked down at her. He had a small suspicious Rikki’s temper got the best of her more times than she would ever admit it and those people got a good taste of her little fury fists. “Let her try, you know I have only eyes for you.”
He knew that it didn’t really matter what he said sometimes, Rikki had an opinion and if someone did get under her skin, she would’ve let them do it without questioning.
“I wouldn’t punch him, I made a promise to be good. But I didn’t like the way you talked to him or the way he looked at you. Or the way some of them looked at you,” his jaw set as the words left his mouth, he signed for the bartender to come and get their order. He definitely needed a drink.
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“It does because I’m not trying to catch a charge and ruin the night. I’d rather just live with the knowledge that I upgraded hard and she can’t rub anything in my face anymore,” she answered. She affectionately squeezed his bicep and her chin propped on his shoulder. “I always have eyes for you, baby.”
Had they not been in public, she would have at least given him a peck. The event wasn’t an appropriate time for public displays of affection like that. Instead, she settled for nudging him playfully.
“Me telling him off wouldn’t have done anything. If anything, it would have encouraged him. Does it make you feel at all better that he and Max were, by far, the worst sex I had ever had in my entire life?” she commented with a scrunch of her nose. Tonight, she needed wine. She needed to simply take the high road and ignore the comments, the same as she had done her entire high school career.
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asherbennett:
Asher was pretty sure his small comment was enough to cut the ice that soon formed between the awkward interaction and that would lead to the woman leaving the alone. If she wouldn’t want to do so herself, he would somewhat force her to because honestly? He couldn’t even be bothered to entertain those people that wanted nothing but to drag Rikki down like that.
Pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, always keeping his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him, he let his lips linger a little bit longer on her skin before pulling back. “I hate to interrupt a lovely school reunion, but I remember your father saying he wanted to see us as soon as we arrived, so if you’ll excuse us,” Asher said as he stood tall, his hand still kept on Rikki’s small back as he led her away from there and more into the middle of the room, closer to where he last saw her parents and where the small bar stood.
“How close to punching her you were when she touched my chest?” He asked curiously, keeping a protective hand on her knowing that this definitely wouldn’t be a good and easy night for the both of them.
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God, she loved this man. Just when Rikki thought she couldn’t love him any more than she did right then, Asher did something that made her fall even deeper. An old tormentor brought out the worst in her? He pulled them away.
If looks could kill, the two of them would have been dead three times over. Instead of focusing on that, or the little thrill of victory that she had actually managed to keep someone after a run-in, she followed his lead towards her family.
“Oh, if the sheriff wasn’t here, I would have. Her kids don’t deserve to grow up with a narcissist for a mama and a deadbeat for a daddy,” she responded with a wave of her hand. “I fucking knew she was going to do some shady shit like that.”
Beatrix did it specifically to get under Rikki’s skin and Rikki hated that it worked.
“How close were you to punching Evan for what he said to me?” she inquired as she glanced up his way.
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asherbennett:
If things couldn’t get any more worse than they were, apparently Asher was gathering some form of attention himself too. He saw the looks first and then it soon was followed by someone he could only guess being from Rikki’s past based on the way she tenses by his side. The strange woman openly started to flirt with him right in front of Rikki as if she didn’t even exist and as much as it bothered Asher, he knew it bothered Rikki ten times fold.
The woman continued even before he showed no real interest on her and it took her bold move of touching his tie and chest to get a reaction out of him, but before he could say, or do anything, Rikki got herself between them and he could only smirk at how defensive she was over him.
Guess they both got to play the jealous!game after all.
But Rikki went further than he did by dropping that vicious line over the other woman. She always knew how to fight her battles, but he liked the idea of being there to help her always.
Placing his hand on her hips, Asher pulled her against his chest, asserting his dominance without even trying to hide it. “An awesome sugar mamma, isn’t she? I guess I am the one that lucked out in the end here.”
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Rikki may have been the stripper, but she was the one who made it out of their small town. Most of them had stayed and whoever made it out had gone to college and went back. She was fortunate to be the one who made it out and stayed out. The only times she went home were times she wanted to.
She hadn’t needed to be catty and stoop to Beatrix LaRue’s level, but the words came out without her meaning to. There was every chance Rikki was getting a drink thrown on her as a result later on or some other petty form of revenge.
The annoyance melted away instantly upon feeling Asher’s arms around her waist and a smile took its place. “I do my best,” she confirmed, unable to contain a laugh.
If one wanted to get technical, she made more than he did, occupation-wise.
Rikki wasn’t altogether sure what was up some people’s asses when it came to her. She made it out, she was happier than she had ever been in her life, and finally treated the way she should have been treated. It didn’t mean that part of her wondered what could have been if she’d had a normal high school experience without so much heartache.
It was entirely likely that she would have simply let herself love him sooner.
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Asher was so focused on trying to play it cool and ignore the looks she was gathering, that he didn’t even see that they both were soon turning into the center of the attention. He was trying to keep his nerves at cool, but it was hard when they were in a room full of people she had sex with and he couldn’t help but wonder who they were.
His clouded mind cleared a bit as he felt her hand tighten on his and the grip on his bicep, making him turn his face to look at her. “I know. And you will never be treated that way ever again.” He said, his jaw clenching in the end as something shone in his eyes. He prided himself over what they shared, but he still hated what others made her feel.
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At this point, she would have been glad to see friends she’d had that weren’t people she’d had sex with. Blair Toussaint, Charlotte Blanchet, Roy Broussard. Any of them. Anyone who hadn’t made her life hell back then.
“I know,” she murmured, squeezing him again. She was forced to watch her former nemeses fawn a little too openly over her fiancé, listen to them gush about how ‘lucky’ she was.
Of course, I know how lucky I am, now take ten steps back and keep your tongue in your mouth, she wanted to say. Her jaw set tighter and she shot Beatrix LaRue an icy glare as she blatantly hit on Asher right in front of her. The night was dragging on in the worst way.
At the end of the day, no one could nasty-nice their way through a conversation quite like her.
Her tone was syrupy-sweet as she physically put herself between Asher and Beatrix. “’S’cuse me, Trix, but me and him have to go on over here. And oh, I meant to ask. Did Andrew Landry ever get caught up on child support he owes you or is he still as big a deadbeat as I remember?”
It was a cheap fucking shot, but Rikki was done.
“Big talk from a fucking stripper,” Beatrix snapped and Rikki rolled her eyes.
“The same fucking stripper who made well over 300k the past year. I’m debt-free, own my car outright. But you’re right, I’m trash for being comfortable with my body and my sexuality,” she returned icily. “Tell your brother to keep his tongue in his mouth and his eyes off my boobs.”
Was it overkill? Absolutely. Did she relish kicking one of her bullies while she was down? Absolutely not. Was it out of pettiness and a sense of jealousy? Completely.
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Asher couldn’t be angry, right? He had no right to feel as tense as he was because this was all in the past. He sure had some experiences in his life that he wasn’t proud of, but they were all in the past. So why was this bothering him so man much? Rikki loved him, she choose him, those men and women had nothing on her, so why he bothered?
The interaction was somewhat the weirdest he had in awhile, neither men were too thrilled to be talking to them once they found out Rikki was engaged and frankly, he was glad for that. It meant he would be forced to humor some random dude that thought he had a chance with his fiancee like that. So as Rikki lead them out of there, he felt like he could breathe a little again, but he knew the more they moved, the more eyes they would drawn their way.
“It’s fine,” he shortly said, his eyes focused on the room as he tried to think of something else. One of the things he never did was pry her about her past. He knew what she was comfortable enough with sharing and that was fine by him. What mattered to him was the present they lived now and the future they would share together, the past was just a chapter on their lives that they didn’t need to dwell on.
His eyes followed the direction to the guy Rikki was mentioning, his jaw clenching as he saw him looking Rikki’s way. Those eyes telling him everything he needed to know about what was going on his mind. “He looks like the type,” came out his response.
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While Rikki garnered some appreciative looks, so did Asher. The sight of some people she knew looking him up and down made her jaw set.
Feather Rhiannon Laurent Moreau had something of a solid self-esteem nowadays but watching people thirst over her future husband had her regressing just a little. She wasn’t a jealous person by nature. Had it been someone other than a woman who had made her life hell for three years, she wouldn’t have had a single problem.
Her hand tightened in his and her opposite hand tightened on his bicep. “Just remember, you’re better for me than any of them,” she murmured in his ear.
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asherbennett:
Good Lord, Rhiannon Laurent would be the death of him someday with this bratty attitude of hers.
Asher really wasn’t surprised to be faced with a room so full of people as they finally walked in. They were somewhat late after all and from what he heard about this event, it was the biggest they had during this time of the year, so most likely everyone would be in here, which didn’t make him feel any less calm or okay about it.
The idea of sharing a room with all the people from Rikki’s past wasn’t too appealing, especially considering the things he knew about Rikki’s life in here. And as they walked through the crowd his worries were soon turned into truth as they stumbled upon someone he guessed knew Rikki. Probably a little too well from the way he looked at her.
Be good, Asher Bennett. Be good.
“Nice meeting you, Evan,” Asher greeted with a small smile on his face holding his hand out for the other man.
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It wasn’t ideal and it was also why Rikki had wanted to distract him. After all, she couldn’t exactly say she’d be thrilled to be in a room with a bunch of people he had slept with, either. There were at least two other people she recognized, along with women who had been their girlfriends at one point in time.
The way Asher tensed told her everything she needed to know and she had to admire his composure.
“And this is Max Freeling. His dad’s the mayor of Gautier,” she said with something of a thinly-veiled cringe on her face.
Also, without a doubt, the worst sexual experience I’ve ever had, she added mentally. Even taking someone’s virginity hadn’t even been that bad. While Evan was a lech, he was enough of a good old boy to shake Asher’s hand.
Her dress was fairly conservative in comparison to some of the other women who attended. She was a stripper and she was more covered.
“I did not think he was going to say that, I’m really sorry,” she muttered for Asher’s ears only once they left. And, even now as well as when she was a teenager, she could almost feel Evan slapping her ass with his eyes as she walked away. “See why I wanted to distract you a little?”
Rikki grabbed a glass of wine off a passing tray and took a long gulp. “And the shortish, gangly guy in the corner over there? Principal’s son and he made my life hell in high school,” she said in a hushed tone.
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Rikki was definitely not helping him in wanting to leave for the damn party. The more she leaned into him, the more she kissed him, the more he wanted her naked on the bed instead. But he was trying to be good, he had to impress her parents and this was the perfect opportunity to get to show off to any of those stupid people Rikki grew with that treated her terribly wrong. Their alone time could come later.
“Babe…” he mumbled against her lips, swallowing as he could feel the blood start to rush on his views as an effect of what she was doing to him. “If you keep this up we are not leaving this room, I swear to God.” He somewhat complained, trying to be the better person here. “Come on you horny dog, your family might be waiting for us.”
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Rikki finally drew back with a pout. “Fine, I’ll be good,” she reluctantly agreed. She grabbed her lipstick to reapply it, now that it was smudged from their heated kisses. Even if, according to him, she was incapable of behaving, Rikki fully intended on doing so. “But later.”
The room was completely decked out, almost like something from a movie. Even if she had been there so many times, it was still beautiful and took her aback. She recognized at least three people from her high school at first glance.
(Rikki was fairly certain that her version of hell was seeing everyone she’d gone to school with on a daily basis.)
And it wasn’t lost on her that she’d slept with at least two of them: Max Freeling and Evan Newsom. Both had monumentally sucked and made her life hell for being honest about it.
“Feather, Jesus, you look like a walking felony,” Evan commented and her stomach churned at the way he looked her over. It was on the tip of her tongue to remind him his wife would be present at the party.
“You’re too kind, Evan. This is my fiancé, Asher. Asher, this is Evan Newsom. We went to middle and high school together,” she responded smoothly, her hand sliding into Asher’s.
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