Chapter 135

Asher

Cynthia was the sexiest woman I had ever been with. The sexiest I’d even fantasized about. She was so responsive to my every touch. The press of my mouth and tongue had her bucking like I’d driven her wild. And her noises…

I could have probably gotten off from her noises alone. The way she whimpered and begged. The lovely lilt she gave my name when she was desperate for more.

And when she peaked… Her fingers tangled in my hair. Her words became gibberish, with some form of my name in there. She totally lost herself to me, giving me the ultimate trust.

I would never betray that trust. I would never share her or scare her. She was mine to protect. To please.

I hated that I had made her doubt me. I’d go down on her a thousand times if it would help her understand my devotion. Not that I needed a reason. I wanted to give her pleasure. I’d go down on her a thousand times anyway.

When Cynthia’s hands reached for the waist of my jeans and unfastened the button, I nearly rolled off her onto the floor of the backseat.

She stilled when I did.

“Is this… not okay?” she asked me.

“You don’t have to do anything,” I told her. “I’m perfectly fine simply giving.”

I was rock-hard in my pants. Having seen her so worked up had quickly done the same to me. But I could deal with a boner. This whole thing had been about her, not me.

She slowly slid down the zipper of my jeans. “What if I want to give, too?” She looked up at me through her eyelashes. God, she was beautiful. “I could offer a helping hand.”

Just the thought of her hand on me had me swell impossibly harder. This was going to be embarrassingly quick.

“Only if you are certain,” I said. If she had even the slightest uncertainty, I’d run out and go dunk myself in a lake somewhere before I’d let her lower herself.

Instead, she smiled. “I want to make you feel good too.”

She was absolutely perfect.

“Mine,” whispered my wolf, and I was inclined to agree.

Her hand slipped down into my pants and, surprisingly, under my boxers. With her gentle touch, she wrapped her hand around my hard dick.

I had to squeeze my eyes shut and think unsexy thoughts to keep from coming right there.

Cold showers, baseball statistics…

“Asher,” she whispered into my ear, and I nearly lost it.

I held on. I didn’t want her to strain herself, but I didn’t want her to think I wouldn’t be able to keep myself together long enough to give her pleasure if we ever… if we…

Icy roadways, losing a hockey game…

“You’re good at this,” I told her, not wanting to be selfish with my pleasure. I peeked open my eyes in time to see a blush redden her beautiful face. She liked the praise? Then I could deliver.

“You’re making me feel so good, Cyn.”

She pouted a little. I desperately wanted to kiss her, but held myself back. We’d drawn careful lines around our tentative relationship, and I wasn’t about to cross any of them and ruin what we had.

Kissing felt like a giant hurdle that would push our relationship into something definitive. I’d rather throw myself off a bridge than make Cynthia feel boxed in when she didn’t want to be. If the lines became more defined, and she made clear that was something she wanted…

Until then, I would not overstep.

“Show me how you like it,” Cynthia whispered.

Nodding, I reached one hand down, placed it over hers and guided her in stroking me harder. She was a fast learner, and quickly took over with no trouble.

“Good girl,” I said, dropping my face into her neck. She shivered under me. “You are perfect.”

I dug my fingers into the leather of the seat, holding on for as long as I could, but with her softness beneath me, her scent in my nose, surrounded by her warmth, and with her bare hand on me, skin to skin, I couldn’t last as long as I usually did.

“Cyn. Oh, Cyn…”

Soon, I was grinding into her fist. I added my own hand, not wanting to dirty hers. As my orgasm shuddered through me, I caught my release in my palm. Fortunately, I kept a few tissues in my car, and cleaned up as best I could.

When I finished, she kissed me on the cheek.

“You are amazing,” I told her.

She shook her head. “That’s my line.”

I hummed and wrapped my arms around her. It was a bit awkward, cramped in the backseat, but I held her as best I could.

“How about, we are both excellent,” I suggested.

She laughed, but eventually agreed.

“I’m glad to hear you say so,” she said, looking away from me. “After the rumors Joseph’s been spreading about me, I’m surprised you would want me at all.”

Joseph’s name sent a hot flash of anger through me. I tried to keep my voice measured as I asked, “What rumors has he been spreading?”

“You hadn’t heard?” Her beautiful blush shifted into something like shame. “Forget I said anything.”

“Cynthia.” I wouldn’t let her hide this from me.

“He said I was a selfish lover. Among other things.”

My stomach dropped. “That’s not why you –”

“No, no! I wanted to do this.” She clutched at my shoulder as if afraid I would leave. “I just… ug, forget it. I was trying to make light of it and it backfired on me.”

I nodded. I could forget it if she wanted me to, but that she brought it up at all indicated that it still bothered her.

Maybe it was time for me to pay another visit to Joseph.

When we had composed ourselves to redress and move back into the front seats, I drove Cynthia home and walked her to her door. I gave her a hug goodbye, as well as a soft kiss on the top of her head, that made her blush return.

Then I set out to find Joseph.

I supposed I shouldn’t have been surprised to find him in the lounge of our dormitory, surrounded by women. But his blasé attitude about it really irked my nerves.

This guy was a known cheater. He had zero shame gathering all these girls together like he hadn’t hurt hundreds before.

Joseph looked up from his group of woman and, seeing me and my annoyed expression, excused himself to approach me.

“What do you want this time, Asher?” he asked, crossing his arms. “Or are you just here to ruin my fun?”

“I’ve heard the rumors you’ve been spreading about Cynthia.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, give me a break. It’s always Cynthia this, Cynthia that, with you. Why don’t you just tell her you love her and be done with it already? Leave me out of it.”

“How dare you,” I said, biting back my growl. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much he got under my skin.

“Don’t bother denying it. You love her. That’s why you go so ape-shit protecting her all the damn time.”

I did love her. More than anything. But I wasn’t going to have this asshole be the first one to find out about it.

“That’s not true,” I lied. “You don’t know what you are talking about it.”

“Oh?” Joseph grinned. “So you are saying you don’t love her?”

I should have known at that moment, he was up to something. In a way I did, like a ringing bell in the back of my mind. Why was he being so insistent about this, pressing me to say it?

“I don’t love her.”

A soft gasp sounded behind me. Joseph’s grin grew, flashing teeth.

“Poor, little Cynthia,” Joseph said. “You just broke her heart.”

No.

I turned around.

Cynthia was behind me.

She’d heard what I had said.