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could feel his cum filling her and she relished it, squeezing him tight to wring every drop from him. They held each other close, as they came down from their high. Their sweat intermingled as they kissed deeply, almost lovingly.
For a long moment, they sat there with him still inside her, time standing still, until he began to deflate. She began to ease herself off of him, as she kissed him softly, not wanting to lose the closeness she felt for him. She flopped to the bed, and he turned with her, holding her, kissing her, making her feel warm and protected.
For many long moments, they kissed, saying nothing, until she pushed him to his back so she could curl up in his embrace. With a deep and contented sigh, she kissed his broad chest then became still, as her eyes grew heavy and darkness claimed her.
***
Jenny woke with a start, and she felt Asher jump under her.
“What?” he asked in alarm.
“Nothing,” she sighed, as she rested her head against his shoulder again. “I must have gone to sleep.”
“You did.” He took a deep breath and stretched. “So did I.” He twisted his head so he could see her clock. It had only been three hours since they had arrived back at her apartment, so they hadn’t slept that long. They had missed lunch, and now it was time for dinner. No wonder he was hungry.
“We need to get up. I’m starving,” he said, as he kissed her on the head.
“Yeah. Me too.”
He rolled away from her and helped her redress herself. Then, he quickly got his own clothes back on and daringly scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the kitchen.
They set about preparing something simple for dinner. As they worked, he was barely able to focus. The hormones racing through him were telling him to take her back to bed, enjoy her again, then curl up beside her and go back to sleep, then rinse and repeat for the rest of the night. But he persevered, forcing his mind solely on the task in hand.
Jenny’s mind was whirring. Her father was seriously going to sit back and do nothing? Just leave it to the hands of fate for now? She couldn’t accept that. She needed to come up with a better solution.
As he set the plates out, he could see that Jenny had something on her mind. Her brow was furrowed, and she was nibbling feverishly at her lower lip, as she pushed the chicken breasts around the pan with a fork. As he pulled the steamed vegetables from the microwave, she glanced up briefly in thanks, but then went back to staring at the chicken, obviously trying to solve some riddle only she knew. He watched her cautiously, concerned she might be angry about what they’d done—though she seemed to have enjoyed it as much as he did. She forked the chicken onto the plates beside the vegetables then looked at him. The intense look on her face was almost scary—if it weren’t for her also looking quite sweetly determined.
“You have to help me, Asher,” she stated, rinsing then holding the pan as if she might bash him over the head with it if he refused.
“Help you with what?”
“Finding and ending the man who killed my mother.”
He blinked at her a moment. “No.”
Asher couldn’t believe what he was hearing. What Jenny was asking of him—this went precisely against what John said in his office less than four hours ago. John was right. Action like this could spell big trouble for the club. The last thing they needed was to get mixed up in a war. How could Jenny ask this of him? How could she expect him to put his career, the people he called family—his own life—on the line like that? He looked her dead in the eye, his seriousness clear on his face. She was gazing back at him beseechingly, and also somewhat put out, as if she couldn’t believe that he was even thinking about defying her intentions. Her eyes narrowed, as his face remained unchanged.
“Fine. Don’t help me then. But this means you have to
For a long moment, they sat there with him still inside her, time standing still, until he began to deflate. She began to ease herself off of him, as she kissed him softly, not wanting to lose the closeness she felt for him. She flopped to the bed, and he turned with her, holding her, kissing her, making her feel warm and protected.
For many long moments, they kissed, saying nothing, until she pushed him to his back so she could curl up in his embrace. With a deep and contented sigh, she kissed his broad chest then became still, as her eyes grew heavy and darkness claimed her.
***
Jenny woke with a start, and she felt Asher jump under her.
“What?” he asked in alarm.
“Nothing,” she sighed, as she rested her head against his shoulder again. “I must have gone to sleep.”
“You did.” He took a deep breath and stretched. “So did I.” He twisted his head so he could see her clock. It had only been three hours since they had arrived back at her apartment, so they hadn’t slept that long. They had missed lunch, and now it was time for dinner. No wonder he was hungry.
“We need to get up. I’m starving,” he said, as he kissed her on the head.
“Yeah. Me too.”
He rolled away from her and helped her redress herself. Then, he quickly got his own clothes back on and daringly scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the kitchen.
They set about preparing something simple for dinner. As they worked, he was barely able to focus. The hormones racing through him were telling him to take her back to bed, enjoy her again, then curl up beside her and go back to sleep, then rinse and repeat for the rest of the night. But he persevered, forcing his mind solely on the task in hand.
Jenny’s mind was whirring. Her father was seriously going to sit back and do nothing? Just leave it to the hands of fate for now? She couldn’t accept that. She needed to come up with a better solution.
As he set the plates out, he could see that Jenny had something on her mind. Her brow was furrowed, and she was nibbling feverishly at her lower lip, as she pushed the chicken breasts around the pan with a fork. As he pulled the steamed vegetables from the microwave, she glanced up briefly in thanks, but then went back to staring at the chicken, obviously trying to solve some riddle only she knew. He watched her cautiously, concerned she might be angry about what they’d done—though she seemed to have enjoyed it as much as he did. She forked the chicken onto the plates beside the vegetables then looked at him. The intense look on her face was almost scary—if it weren’t for her also looking quite sweetly determined.
“You have to help me, Asher,” she stated, rinsing then holding the pan as if she might bash him over the head with it if he refused.
“Help you with what?”
“Finding and ending the man who killed my mother.”
He blinked at her a moment. “No.”
Asher couldn’t believe what he was hearing. What Jenny was asking of him—this went precisely against what John said in his office less than four hours ago. John was right. Action like this could spell big trouble for the club. The last thing they needed was to get mixed up in a war. How could Jenny ask this of him? How could she expect him to put his career, the people he called family—his own life—on the line like that? He looked her dead in the eye, his seriousness clear on his face. She was gazing back at him beseechingly, and also somewhat put out, as if she couldn’t believe that he was even thinking about defying her intentions. Her eyes narrowed, as his face remained unchanged.
“Fine. Don’t help me then. But this means you have to
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