all other women against her and each one was lacking. At the time, it pissed me off that I couldn’t get my dick to rise to anything other than the fleeting images of my mystery woman, but now I’m eternally grateful for that. My dick clearly figured out long before my brain did—there is only one woman for me.
“Really?” she asks, looking unsure but hopeful.
“Really. I have never broken my marriage vows to you, and Skittle, as long as we are married, I never will. This, I swear.”
She stares at me open-mouthed, and her eyes glisten a little as if she might cry at any moment.
“What? Tell me what you're thinking,” I tighten my grip on her, worried this was all too much after all.
“I think I'd like to have shower sex with my husband now,” she grins, her voice taking on that husky tone again.
My dick, which had just started to soften, now stands erect and proud. “Well, I aim to make my wife happy.”
“Happy wife, happy life.” she replies sagely, making me throw my head back and laugh.
That’s the plan.
Nineteen
Linda
“So, what are your plans for today?” Asher asks me over scrambled eggs and toast. Yesterday, after spectacular shower sex, he took me to the police station to file a report before taking the rest of the day off. My stuff was delivered shortly after we arrived home, so between the two of us, we got it all put away. We spent the remainder of the evening lounging around, watching movies and making ourselves more familiar with each other.
I have to admit, I like starting the day with him. I never considered myself lonely, but now with Asher here, it's easy to see all the little things I missed out on.
“I have a few errands I need to run and I need to go talk to my boss Tony to see if he can find a replacement for me. I might have to work the next few shifts until he finds someone,” I tell him honestly, waiting to see if that's going to be an issue.
He looks up at me before nodding. “I get that, and I really appreciate you doing this for me. I have a driver who will be at your disposal. I can drive myself to and from the office.”
“No, it's fine I can catch the—” I stop, realizing I was going to say train. A cold wash of fear consumes me, making me drop my fork to my plate with a clatter.
“Hey, it's okay.” Asher is up and out of his chair, pulling me to a standing position before wrapping his arms around me.
“Let my driver Davis take you, please. For my peace of mind and yours,” he offers, and I agree, knowing I already feel ten times safer.
“Okay, Mr. Hotshot, but I'm not being chauffeured around in a freaking limo, so get that idea right out of your head.”
He laughs but I'm not kidding. I might have grown up with money, but the attention it garnered always made me uncomfortable.
I know that seems crazy when my hair and tattoos do nothing but gain attention, but it's not the same thing. The attention I gained because I had money was usually from fake bitches who wanted to meet my daddy or fake assholes who wanted to be my daddy. They were not interested in anything about me beyond how much money I had in my bank account and which summer house I vacationed at.
“You can take your pick of cars. Davis has access to all of them. I'll give you his number and all of mine before I leave—and the key to the apartment.”
A dark scowl crosses his face as he remembers last night's fiasco, but I distract him with a quick peck on the lips. “Thank you.”
“I want to take you out to dinner,” he announces, surprising me.
"Erm, okay, but maybe we should wait until after my face heals,” I point out.
His eyes rove over my cheek and lip before he nods tightly. Lifting his hand, he gently rubs the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone.
“How does it feel this morning? The swelling has gone down, but the bruising stands out more now.”
“It feels okay. The skin is a little tight, but nothing I can't handle. The ice helped a lot, I think.”
“Good, that's real good.” His thumb continues to move ever so slowly over my cheek as he stares into my eyes.
The moment is far less erotically charged than most of our