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  Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I smile. “Sure, I’d love to hang out,” I say.

  “Great. Let me just wash up.” He heads off in the direction of the bathrooms, and I smile at the other guys.

  “No cupcakes today?” Hank asks.

  “Sorry. I’ll make some tonight.” Once in a while, I bring in cupcakes or other treats. But, these guys are like fiends. They want them every day, and I feel like I’ve turned into Betty Crocker.

  I stand and wait for Asher, and my father swings by. “What are you still doing here?”

  Oops. “I’m just leaving.” I don’t want my father to know about Asher and I hanging out. I’m not really sure how he’d feel. Ok, not true. He’d be upset.

  I head to my car, hop inside and pull out my phone and send a text to Asher.

  Me: Meet me down the street at the gas station.

  He agrees and I turn my car on and head out.

  A few minutes later, Asher pulls up in his black Chevy truck. I hop into the passenger side, and he sets off into town.

  “Anything you want to see?” he asks.

  “I know the lighthouses are nice. We could stop by one.”

  “Ok.” He flips the music on, and I sink back into the upholstery of the seat, gazing out the window.

  I spot a little antique shop. “Oh can we stop in?” I ask.

  “Uh, sure.” He swings the truck into a parking space, and we both get out.

  I’m excited. I used to go antique shopping with my grandmother. We step inside the store, and I look around. The old tables and hutches grab my attention, and I move toward them.

  Asher slides his hands in his pockets as he follows after me.

  “Fascinating, right?”

  He shrugs his shoulders. “Meh.”

  “Look at the carvings in this one.” I run my hand over a cherry-oak hutch. Asher isn’t impressed and I nudge his side with my shoulder. “Isn’t it nice?”

  He grabs the price tag. “Not for eighteen hundred dollars.”

  “Well, it’s an antique.” His eyes meet mine, and they hold a hint of laughter in them.

  “Antique. Isn’t that another word for really really old?”

  “Yes. But I bet you like antique cars, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, but that’s different.”

  “Not really.” I cross my arms over my chest and smile. “It’s very much the same.”

  He turns around, gazing at the rest of the store before his eyes land back on me. “If you say so.”

  “I do. Come on, let’s keep looking. It’s exciting seeing pieces from another era.”

  “See there aren’t any cars in here from that long ago. That would be exciting.”

  I drag him along, glancing at each piece in the store as Asher rolls his eyes. The store makes me miss my grandmother, but I relish in the memories of her as I remember back to shopping with her so many times.

  When we leave the store, I hop back into the passenger side of Asher’s truck. My mood has depressed a little and I try to find a happy song on the radio.

  “You’re lucky I like you,” he says, stopping at a red light.

  “Why’s that?”

  “I normally don’t let anyone touch my radio.”

  I remove my finger from the dial. “Oh.”

  “Go ahead. I like you enough to give you control of the radio.”

  I smile. “Thanks.”

  He pulls into a small restaurant, and inside we’re assaulted by a group of pretty, blonde girls talking to a waitress at the front. All three call Asher’s name as we try to grab a seat.

  “Asher, it’s been so long. We didn’t see you out the other night with Brett,” one blonde says.

  “Yeah, I was busy.” He rubs his hand down his face.

  “Who’s your friend?” another asks.

  “Tish, Val, Kel, this is Payton.” He sidesteps the girls and leads me over to a table by the window.

  After we’ve been seated, I glance back at the girls who are sitting at the bar. “Who are they?” I ask.

  “Just some girls I used to know.”

  He used to know. As in no longer. I have so many more questions, but remember this is just a friendship and it isn’t my place to ask. Although, I’m glad he used to know them and doesn’t anymore.

  Chapter Five

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  Asher

  Her headlights disappear down the road, after I dropped her off at the gas station after we ate.

  I head in the direction of my house, wanting to know so much more about Payton. I tried so hard all night to not kiss her again. It was all I wanted to do. Why can’t a man and a woman just be friends? Well, I think being friends with Payton is impossible.

  When I get home, I head off to the bathroom to grab a shower.

  The hot water pounds my tired muscles, and I want more than anything for Payton to be on her knees sucking me off right now. I think back to her baby blues watching as that other girl sucked me.

  She wanted it. It’s with these thoughts that I find myself stroking my now hardened cock in my hands. Fuck, Payton. I can only imagine how sweet it would be to fill up her pussy. I continue pumping, thinking about her smile and bright blues.

  The hot water feels good, and I stroke harder. “Fuck,” I say. What it would be like to sink my teeth into those perfect tits. The image of her naked body flows through my mind, and I rub myself harder and faster.

  “Payton,” I say on a moan, the steam of the shower drowning out my calls. I could lose my job over her, but I think she’d be worth it. Her perfect round ass, her plump lips. I bet her pussy is what dreams are made of. Which is exactly what I picture as I pump my cock faster—my face buried in her hot, wet pussy, getting her taste on my tongue as I plunge deep inside. “Fuck,” I groan when my legs start to shake. Making her come, listening to her moan my name, that’s all it takes and I find my release.

  Drying myself off, I wrap the towel around my waist and head to my room. How the fuck am I supposed to be just friends, when I just jerked off picturing her? Pulling on a pair of black boxer briefs, I climb into bed and pick up my phone. Before I can even stop myself, I pull up her name.

  Me: Just making sure you got home alright

  What the fuck am I doing? This isn’t me, this isn’t how I usually am. Once they leave, I don’t give it a second thought. Yet, here I am, worrying if she made it home safely.

  Payton: I did. Thanks again for dinner.

  For dinner. Christ, if she knew I jerked off to her.

  Me: Anytime. If you have no plans tomorrow, maybe we can meet up for a movie.

  Payton: Maybe. I’ll let you know.

  Me: Alright Miss for now, text me tomorrow. Night.

  Payton: Night, Asher.

  Rolling my eyes at what a pussy I feel like, I plug my phone in and decide I need sleep. Which won’t be easy, because the only thing I can think about are her piercing blue eyes, soft full lips, and sweet taste. Friends, what a great fucking idea.

  As soon as I wake up the next morning, I check my phone like an asshole and feel a bit of disappointment that she didn’t text me yet. I need something to occupy my mind, so I call Brett and tell him to meet me at the gym. I’ll get my frustrations out there. He agrees, and an hour later we meet up.

  “Hey, man. You missed a good time last night,” he says, slapping my back as we make our way inside.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Fuck, yeah. You know those two blonde chicks we saw last weekend? They both ended up in my bed last night,” he boasts with a victory smile.

  “Nice, I’m starting out with free weights.” I don’t even care that he had a threesome, I really just want him to shut up so I can work out and forget about Payton. I don’t want him to ask what my night was like. What would I say? I scored a kiss with the boss’s daughter the other day, and we decided to be friends. It’s sounds even more pathetic than it did last night.

  Once I get home, my phone
vibrates and I pull it out of my jeans.

  Payton: Hey.

  Me: Hey. Ready for that movie?

  Payton: I don’t think that’s a good idea.

  Me: Well, how about you get ready and meet me at my place at nine?

  Payton: What are you planning, Asher?

  Me: You should just try to trust me, Payton.

  She doesn’t reply quickly like she was, and I squeeze the back of my neck. Maybe that was too pushy for her. I’m not used to dealing with girls like Payton. The girls I’m with like when I take control, tell them what to do. She might not like that.

  Payton: Ok, see you at nine.

  No shit. I mentally high five myself. Now just to kill a few hours until I get to see her again.

  Chapter Six

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  Payton

  Trust him. Trust isn’t something you just hand over to someone, it’s something that is built. This is my way of laying down the first brick, so to speak.

  Since I don’t know where we’re going, I’m not sure what to wear. Probably somewhere casual, because I don’t think Asher is the kind of guy that will be taking me somewhere fancy. He’s a get down and dirty kind of guy, which isn’t something I thought I’d find attractive. With Asher though, it’s not only attractive, it’s sexy.

  I need to shake my head of those thoughts. That kiss probably didn’t mean anything. It could have been anyone on that couch. He’s a flirt, plain and simple. I can’t let myself get confused. Tonight, we are going out as friends, and that’s all this will be. Right? I mean he couldn’t possibly be interested in just me when he’s got women hanging on him all the time.

  I decide on a pink, strapless dress with heels, of course, and curl my hair into loose waves before applying a bit more makeup than Asher is used to seeing on me. I smile at myself in the mirror, grab my purse and keys, and make my way through my empty apartment.

  As much as I love decorating, and making things around me beautiful, I refuse to do it here. I have what I need. It works.

  When I get to Asher’s, I knock on the door and take a breath before it opens. My knees go weak when I see how amazing he looks. Dark green button-down shirt, that not only brings out his eyes, but clings to his muscular body. My throat goes dry, and I need to clear it a few times before I can speak. “You look great,” I say.

  “Damn, you look beautiful, Payton,” he says, moving his gaze all over me.

  Feeling myself blush, I clutch my small black purse tighter. “Thank you. Are you ready?”

  “Definitely,” he says, placing his hand on the small of my back. It’s such a gentle touch, it makes me shiver.

  “Where exactly are we going?” I ask, once we are in his truck.

  Grinning, he keeps his focus on the road. “We’re going out drinking.”

  “Drinking? That’s your plan?” I question, maybe a little disappointed.

  “Come on, aren’t you a little curious about where I like to hang out? It will be fun, trust me.”

  There it is again. Trust. And do I want to know where he likes to hang out? I’m not so sure. The confident part wants to, but the self-conscious part doesn’t. We are at higher odds of running into more of his ‘friends’ there.

  Deciding to hold tight onto the confident me, I smile at him. “Yeah, sure.”

  Walking up to the bar, I’m surprised at how busy it is. We had to park two blocks over, and Asher’s had his hand on my back the entire walk, so I’m definitely not complaining. Once we step inside, the crowd is huge. People are everywhere—dancing, standing at the bar, and seated at small wooden tables scattered throughout. The music is deafening, and the only other thing I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears.

  Asher grabs my hand, sending a spark up my arm from the contact. His large, rough hand wrapped around my small, delicate one makes me smile. I like the way it feels having my hand in his as he leads me up to the bar. Pulling me in front of him, he traps me in place as he stands behind me.

  “There are too many people. I need to keep you close to me. What do you want to drink?” he asks, with his mouth close to my ear.

  “I’ll have a Cosmo,” I say back to him.

  When the bartender finally makes his way to us, Asher orders my Cosmo and a Jack and Coke for himself. Once we have our drinks, he grabs ahold of my hand and leads me to a nearby empty table and pulls out my chair for me. I smile as I take my seat.

  “This isn’t the kind of place you normally hang out in, is it?” Asher asks, sipping his drink.

  Looking around, I shake my head. “No, it’s not.”

  He laughs, and I can’t help but watch his mouth. His lips are so perfect, full and firm, and I want them on me again. “I didn’t think so. What is it you normally do for fun?”

  Shrugging my shoulders, I force a smile. “I shop.”

  “Shop? Oh, I need to show you what real fun is, Payton,” he says, with a wink. “How about another drink?”

  A few drinks in, and I’m completely relaxed. And a little tipsy. It feels good to let my hair down. Be someone who’s in the moment and truly enjoying it. We’ve been talking, laughing, and flirting. Lots of flirting. Flirting with sexy Asher. His rough hand rests on my thigh while his thumb rubs small circles. It feels so good, just this small amount of contact, and I'm getting turned on which is definitely something new.

  “It’s been interesting having you at the garage,” he says, with a half grin.

  Lightly pushing on his solid chest, I laugh, keeping my hand there. “You love having me there. I brighten up the place with my personality. Not to mention the fresh flowers and baked goods I’m always bringing in.”

  “I can get on board with your personality, even the baking. The decorating and fresh flowers, it’s just not what I enjoy looking at.”

  “What do you enjoy looking at, Asher?” I ask, in a seductive voice I didn’t even know existed.

  Leaning over closer to me, so close I can feel the heat pouring off of him as he tucks a wild curl behind my ear, he says, “I enjoy looking at you, Payton.”

  My heart slams in my chest. That’s not what I meant, and I’m sure he knows it. Yet, he chose to bring it down this path. “I definitely am something good to look at,” I say, flirting back.

  Searching my eyes, he doesn’t say a word. It’s as though we are in a world where only the two of us exist. I can feel the air between us getting thick with desire. With a need for something different, something exciting. My skin burns as his gaze runs up and down me. It makes me feel sexy, beautiful, and gives me a confidence I haven’t felt in my lifetime.

  “Dance with me,” Asher says, pushing back in his chair to stand.

  Still in my haze of lust, I grab onto his outreached hand. He leads us to the small, wooden, dance floor. Finding an empty spot, he turns pulling my body against his. Resting his hands on my lower back, he starts to slowly move to the beat. I’m not a good dancer. No, that’s not true, I used to be, it’s just been so long since I have danced I’m not sure I remember how. Feeling his muscular body against mine is such a turn on. The way he’s moving, with all the confidence in the world, I know right then that he would be incomparable in bed.

  The thought makes me flush and of course he notices. “Hey, don’t over think it. Look at me, right into my eyes. Let your body move with mine,” he says, in a deep sexy voice.

  Doing exactly what he says, I feel my body start to move with his. My arms are draped over his shoulders, as my hands find their way to the bottom of his thick hair. The faster the beat, the more we move against each other. Rubbing on one another.

  “See, my kind of fun isn’t so bad, is it?” he asks, moving his mouth close to my ear.

  “No, it isn’t at all,” I admit.

  Slowly his hands move down to rest on my ass, and the contact has me pushing my hips forward. Giving me a small grin, he spins me around. My back is now pressed against his front. Pressing his powerful body against mine, I bend slig
htly, forcing my ass back. Briefly, I close my eyes because I can feel his hard cock against my ass. He’s as turned on as I am.

  Suddenly, it’s a flurry of hands and touching. His start at my stomach and moves down to my thighs. Back up to my stomach and down my arms, bringing them behind me to wrap around his neck. My dress hikes up higher, and I don’t even care. Not when he pushes my hair to the side, and begins kissing my neck.

  “Payton, you are so damn sexy. The way your body moves against mine...,” he pauses to push his hard dick against me. “Is so fucking hot.”

  My body nearly goes up in flames. I’m so turned on, I can feel my panties getting wet. “Oh God,” I moan out when he bites down lightly on my neck. Moving his hands up my body again, he allows his thumbs to brush against my hardened nipples. My head drops back onto his shoulder, as I tug at his hair.

  “Fuck,” he breathes out, when I push my ass against him, moving it on his cock. Spinning me around to face him, he’s breathing heavily. His eyes are wild, searching my face. “Payton, come back to my place.”

  My overly aroused body, makes this decision simple. “Yes.”

  Grabbing my hand, he nearly drags me out of there. This isn’t me. I’m not this girl, but there is something about Asher that I can’t deny. Something wild, something unpredictable, something safe.

  Chapter Seven

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  Asher

  There’s no way I can just be friends with her. It’s fucking impossible. My dick has been hard since we started talking at the bar. Now we are back at my place. I know she wants this. I may not know her well yet, but I know women, and I know exactly what she wants. She’s wanted it since she watched me getting a blow job. I just need to hear her say it.