Beyond the Horizon (Sons of Templar MC #4)(58)

My boldness paid off as his arms fastened around me, and he returned my fevered kiss with an intensity that told me fire had lurked under his concerned gaze all night.

I pulled my head back, hazy from the kiss. My eyes locked on chocolate irises, dark with desire.

“I want you,” I declared throatily.

His arms tightened around me, one squeezing my ass firmly. “You’ve got me,” he growled.

“I want you,” I repeated. My hand moved to the hard length covered in denim, surprising myself with my boldness. His eyes flared. “I want to taste you,” I continued.

His body stilled and his jaw turned hard. “Taste away, flower,” he said, voice thick with desire.

I grinned and pushed him against the door. He let himself be pushed, eyes never leaving mine. I kissed his throat, my hands massaging him above his jeans as I did so. He hissed out a breath. I moved my hands to the edge of his cut, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. I looked at him through my lashes and trailed my hands down his tee, feeling the hardness of his muscles underneath. I didn’t move my eyes from his as I grasped the bottom of his tee.

“Arms up,” I commanded softly.

Asher’s eyes darkened even more, as he did as I commanded, silently.

My entire body was pulsing with desire, I felt high off the control I already felt I had.

I trailed my hand across his bare abs, running my fingertips across the ridges. I bent and followed my fingers with my mouth, running soft kisses along his stomach. I moved down slowly, taking my time, savoring the moment. When I finally freed him from his jeans, I didn’t hesitate, didn’t worry about whether my inexperience would hinder me, or that Asher would be disappointed, I went in.

“Lily,” he hissed out when I fastened my lips around him. His hands went to my head, raking through my hair and freeing it from its bun.

I didn’t stop, didn’t slow at his movement.

“Fuck,” he muttered as I continued, trailing my tongue along the underside of his length.

The power I felt intensified, my arousal pulsing through my entire body. I itched to touch myself, to give myself relief, but I focused on Asher.

He put gentle pressure on my head. “Babe, you got to stop. Unless you want me in your mouth,” he declared roughly.

I stopped and gazed up at him, relishing the cords pulsing in his neck, the fact I was responsible for this.

“I want to taste you,” I repeated my earlier sentiment.

His eyes blazed as I went back to my job.

“Fuck,” he ground out, his hands raking through my hair.

I felt his entire body tense as his yelled my name and emptied himself into my mouth. I swallowed everything he gave me without hesitation. When he was finished, I slowly pulled back, wiping my mouth. Asher’s hands circled my jaw gently and he gazed down at me in disbelief.

“Fuck, Lily, sometimes I wonder if I dreamed you up,” he muttered.

I grinned.

He lifted me to my feet gently. “Your turn,” he murmured against my mouth.

My stomach dipped as he pushed me against the bed and set to ravaging me for the rest of the night.





“Morning lovebirds,” a familiar voice greeted Asher and I in the kitchen of the clubhouse.

This time I wasn’t the one making breakfast, Asher had seated me firmly at the breakfast bar and was cooking. It was welcome, considering my head felt delicate, and my entire body was delightfully sore after what Asher did to it last night.

I smiled shyly as Lucky sat himself next to me. “Morning,” I greeted. I felt slightly self-conscious at the fact I was only clothed in one of Asher’s tees, though it came down to my knees. It was strange that his home was a clubhouse full of other men. Scary men. Hot men like Lucky. Covered in tattoos and sporting beautiful tanned skin and muscles, he was impressive. The fact he was perpetually cheerful when he looked menacing on first glance was comforting. It didn’t mean that ever present weight wasn’t on my chest at being in his presence, being in somewhere like the clubhouse, but I was doing my best to ignore it. To be strong. So I could have more of this with Asher.

“Kitchen bitch, eh?” He nodded to Asher’s back. “Good call, Lily, gotta train ‘em early.” He winked at me.

I giggled. Asher ignored him.

“So,” Lucky continued, reaching to a fruit bowl to grab an apple and take a bite out of it. “Your friend Bex, the stripper. What’s her story?” he asked casually.

“Do not go there, bro, she’ll chew you up and spit you out,” Asher warned, rounding the bar with two plates.

Lucky narrowed his eyes and rubbed his hands together. “Excellent. I enjoy a challenge,” he declared.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Asher was right. Bex would chew him up and spit him out. He was friendly, funny and hot. He had the required bad ass status, but wasn’t a low life *, Bex’s usual suspect.

“What’s so funny squirt?” Lucky asked, snagging a piece of bacon off my overflowing plate, abandoning his apple.

He got a glare from Asher at this, which he ignored.

“Asher’s right,” I told him. “You’ve got no chance. Take that as a compliment, Bex excels at finding the shadiest and meanest men she can find,” I told him honestly. “You are neither.”

I tucked into my breakfast and I noticed both men turn serious on either side of me.