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And I’m immediately filled with so much shame, I shrivel up into a ball, hiding my face from myself.
It’s better I’m not anyone’s father. Or husband. Or friend.
I fuck everything up.
Chapter 16
Sawyer
I get home late because we wanted to finish the contract ahead of schedule. Finishing ahead of schedule means a day off. I’m bone tired. I need a break.
Asher is in the shower when I return. I take the shower downstairs because I don’t want to carry dust upstairs, and when I’m done, Asher is already getting ready for bed. There’s a slight chill in the air, which matches the slight chill in my chest.
I crawl into bed alongside him and press my lips to his. “Sorry I’m late.”
“I left dinner out for you,” he says. “Did you have it?”
“Not hungry. I ate my potato salad late. Thank you, though.”
“You guys finished the contract?”
“Yeah. I get a day off, then we start again in the lot a few miles down on Tuesday. Private farm.”
Asher dips his head. He opens his mouth, then closes it again.
“He’s doing okay, Asher,” I say. I wish he would ask me, but this is a delicate situation so I don’t usually push it. Is it because he wants to respect me and our relationship? Is it that he truly doesn’t care about Reece anymore? Or is Asher trying to avoid some difficult feelings, like I am?
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. He’s a fast learner. And I’m taking good care of him. Everyone is good to him. He’s always shocked when Walter brings him Bianca’s left-over pork pie. Like he’s never had people be nice to him before.” I’m one to talk. I almost worshiped at the altar of Reece’s dick when he brought me the burrito today. We’re so different, but, at the same time, it’s like we’re the same. He’s a rich city boy, I get that, but he’s different from other rich folk I knew growing up.
A flash of sadness crosses Asher’s face. “Yeah. He’s like that. And you? How are you doing . . . with all of this?”
“I—”
Asher catches my hesitation, but I distract him with another kiss. “I’m okay,” I tell him, but as I deepen the kiss I know it’s far from the truth, and I’ll have to own up soon enough. These sexual thoughts about Reece and Asher . . . and me . . . have gotten out of control.
He pulls me into his arms, wrapping me inside his chest while we kiss. Warm kisses that turn into hot bites within seconds.
“Fuck, I missed you this week,” Asher groans into my mouth.
I suck on his bottom lip. Relishing the taste of his mouth. Hooking my leg around his waist, I slide closer to him, pressing my body into his. “I know. With the next contract it should be less hours. I missed you too.”
My cock presses into Asher’s and I moan with the pleasure of it. We kiss long and deep, shedding the load of the hard work week and pouring ourselves into each other.
His palm glides over my back and slips into my boxers. His fingers slide between my cheeks, seeking out my hole. I buck, reaching for his fingers while I suck on his tongue.
When Asher’s finger grazes my hole, two things happen. I flex and open for his coming intrusion and—
And—
The image of Reece’s mouth slams into my head, causing me to open up for Asher’s fingers even more.
My body freezes and I rip my mouth away from Asher’s. What’s going on?
“You good?” Asher murmurs against my ear.
“Yeah,” I gasp into his chest.
