Beyond the Horizon (Sons of Templar MC #4)(44)

I was set lightly on the ground, firm hands biting into my hips.

“Hey,” I whispered to his glittered eyes.

Asher’s jaw was hard. He didn’t say a word, his hands tightened even more and before I knew what was going on, he yanked me to his body, plastering my mouth on his. Again, normally I would be highly embarrassed over someone as hot as Asher sucking face with me in the middle of a crowded bar. Nothing worried me at the moment. I thought of nothing but his mouth on mine. The flame his touch ignited. When he released me, I was breathing heavily and swayed slightly. Again, he didn’t say a word, merely grasped my hand and tightly yanked me toward the exit.

I was so in for it. In a good way.





We hadn’t spoken. He had texted me earlier in the night, asking where I was, after I’d told him I had gotten radio silence. I had guessed he would have been checking in, since I knew he was all protective. All of them were. I saw how Cade was with Gwen, I guessed it was contagious. I didn’t expect him to turn up at the bar, not that I had complained when he dragged me out without a word only that smoking kiss. He had silently fastened my helmet, got me situated on the bike, and we roared off into the night.

Then again, sex spoke in volume. Or was it sex sells? Whatever it was, words were not needed when attraction shouted.

The breeze against my skin served to sober me up slightly, even with the jacket Asher had draped over me. Too soon we were pulling into the parking lot of my building, the lights illuminating reality that was easy to escape on the back of the bike.

Again, Asher silently divested me of my helmet and snatched my hand to half drag me toward the stairs leading to my second-floor apartment. I scuttled slightly to keep up with his pace. I didn’t complain. I wanted to be somewhere with a bed as soon as possible, even if it was my shitty apartment. I didn’t even find myself embarrassed by it. Not at this moment.

“Give me your keys,” Asher demanded when we reached my door.

I riffled through my purse quickly and handed them to him silently.

When we made it inside my apartment, I thought it might be pertinent to speak. To explain something, my shabby décor maybe. Or the array of empty wine bottles littering the table, which was usually pristine. I hadn’t thought about it the night before, I’d been too focused on Asher.

“Asher,” I began, closing the door behind us.

He whirled on me, his eyes seeming to glow. He pushed me against the door. Not gently, but not so much that it was painful. It was the opposite.

“Do not speak,” he commanded against my mouth, his hands running up my sides. “I’m gonna f*ck you senseless.” His breath tickled my ear. “I need to relieve the pressure in my cock that started the moment I saw you on top of that f*ckin’ bar,” he hissed, his eyes meeting mine. “So do not speak,” he ordered roughly. “Not until after I’ve f*cked you. Then we’ve got a lot of f*ckin’ speaking to do.”

I didn’t speak, not at that moment. I didn’t want to. I wanted to obey him. Do whatever it took to have him “f*ck me senseless.” Luckily I didn’t need to do anything, his mouth captured mine the way it had at the bar, but this time it was leading somewhere. His hands roved, squeezing my breasts roughly, causing me to moan into his mouth. I wrapped my leg around his hip, needing him closer, as close as humanly possible.

His hands moved, lower, snaking up my skirt. “You better be ready for me, flower,” he growled. His breath came out in a hiss as he felt just how ready I was.

I felt his movement as he freed himself, pushing my panties to the side.

He didn’t mess around and plunged inside me, one hand on my leg, cocking it up, the other on my collarbone.

This wasn’t gentle, slow, or tender. It was furious, animalistic. Everything I needed at that moment. His strokes brought me closer and closer to my release, his eyes holding my gaze, making this moment more intense. The deep part of me, the one I tried not to listen to, told me this was more than f*cking. This was claiming.

I closed my eyes, in an effort to silence that voice, to focus on the imminent explosion. The hand moved from my collarbone to the back of my head. My eyes snapped open.

“You keep looking at me,” Asher ground out, his jaw taut as he continued pounding. “Your beautiful eyes will be looking into mine every second, so you know what this is. What you are. Mine,” he grunted.

With those words came my climax, the unforgettable almost unbearable release that I’d been craving since the moment he left me this morning. He was like a drug, one I was hopelessly addicted to already. My nails bit into the back of Asher’s cut as I rode the wave, as I let it wash over me.

I was breathing heavily when I came down. Asher’s eyes hadn’t moved from mine. He had stopped moving, but he was still hard inside me.

His hands went to my butt, and he lifted me.

I let out a little noise of surprise at the moment, at the way it made my tender skin tingle.

“We’re far from f*ckin’ done,” he growled, striding toward my bedroom.

In that moment, I didn’t think of much. In the moments following, I didn’t think of anything but Asher.





A brushing on my jaw woke me up. Then a pounding headache swiftly followed.

“Flower,” a rough voice tickled my ear.

I normally would have welcomed this, but not at the present moment.