“Asa, you have to come soon.” We’ve been at it since the beginning of our lunch break. Asa started with his sweet, soft kisses, moving my hair over to the side, working the hollow of my throat. He knew full well what he was doing, and while I was apprehensive at first, knowing this was my first day on a new job, it didn’t stop me from arching my neck to give him unbridled access either.
“You worn out, babe?” The teasing in his tone makes me use those Kegel muscles Leena and I read about in Cosmo magazines when were teenagers. Clearly, they’ve become quite useful with the way Asa groans, “Montana.” My face is beside the sink, smiling. He won’t be able to last much longer, not with the way I’m pulsing my muscles around his cock.
“Evil, pure evilness making me come before I’m ready. Just you wait.” Those are the last of his words. One more powerful push of his body, I use my core, and then Asa loses it and I feel the warmth from his body spread inside of mine. It has to be one of my favorite feelings in the world, and when I feel Asa’s body cocooning mine, needing a break, it’s even better.
“I think your pussy is going to kill me. Put that on my headstone, will you? Here lies Asa Thomas Hart, death by Montana’s vice-like cunt.” It’s so corny that I have to laugh. He chuckles right along with me.
“That’s horrible and hilarious all wrapped up together. I can assure you I would never put that on your headstone. Oh my gosh, can you imagine your mom’s face?”
“Alright, that’s a boner killer and moment killer all in one.” I lose his length from inside me. The phone ringing in the background brings both of us back to work.
“I’ll get the phone, you clean up. I need to go look at a jobsite before we head home. You want to take my truck, and I’ll drive a work one home, or do you feel like riding out to the site?” Asa asks, leaving me with a mess to clean up. Sometimes I think condoms are worth it for times like these; other times, not at all.
“Umm, there’s no way I’m driving your truck. I’ll ride around with you. There’s some stuff I can do on my laptop to keep me busy.” Not only that, we’d have to take two separate vehicles tomorrow, and I’d be stranded again. Nope. I loved riding in with Asa today, but I already know I’ll be driving my own vehicle on days when he’s busy,.
“Alright, works for me.” His lips land on mine, and he kisses me thoroughly before he leaves me to go answer the phone. I need to take care of a few things, along with eating actual sustenance. The doughnuts Leena brought in this morning aren’t much to hold you over, and I could definitely go for real food right about now.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
montana
“It’s been too long,” Leena says. We’re back where it all started with Asa and me. This time, it’s his sister throwing back the margaritas and me keeping a watchful eye as I nurse my first while she’s on her third.
“Yes, it has. I’m sorry, Leena. I should have made it a point to still make time for our weekly margarita and quesadilla nights.” I do feel bad about that. It was just so hard to keep a secret when it comes to being around your best friend.
“Montana, shut your face already about that. Does it suck you guys felt like you couldn’t tell us? Yes, but, dude, Asa will make you my sister-in-law. I am getting the best of both worlds.” She takes a sip of her drink. Whoever thought it was a good idea to give her a straw for a margarita was an idiot.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. We haven’t even said I love you to each other yet,” I admit, grabbing a chip and putting more guacamole on it than the chip has room for, making a mockery of myself with how big I have to open my mouth to shove it inside. Thank goodness she doesn’t like guacamole because I swear my body could live off it alone.
“No freaking way, Montana! You guys practically live together and are joined at the hip. You haven’t said it yet?”
“Nope, I keep waiting for Asa to say it first. He hasn’t yet. Maybe the words are too hard for him to voice?” I ask her honestly.
“Oh no, honey, you need to pull up those big girl panties and make the move. All your plants are at his house. How many magazines have you left all over the house without him bitching? And you know that brother of mine is a clean freak, more of a minimalist than Keller. He loves you. If you want the words, I think you need to say them first because he’s clearly showing it.” Okay, apparently, tipsy Leena is definitely a voice of reason. Maybe I should get her like this more often.