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“No,” I say, at the same moment Asher says, “Yes.”
I shake my head. “It’s complicated.”
“How… how f-far along are you?” she stutters.
“Nineteen weeks.”
“You’re really showing for nineteen weeks.”
“It’s, uh… twins.”
My declaration visibly hurts her, and she bends over slightly as if I’d punched her in the gut. Part of me expects Asher to rush to her side and comfort her again. He doesn’t. He simply squeezes my hand. I feel sorry for her, I do, but she doesn’t own the rights to grief and heartache. Some of us have just as much of a right to all those things. Asher knows it too, which is why I think he stands by me. We may seem like this happy family now, but nobody can really know what’s under the surface.
“I suppose I should give you my congratulations,” she says dryly.
“Stella,” Asher says. “I feel bad for you, I do. I’m sorry your dad died, and I know what seeing this must do to you. But honestly, the day you walked out of my life is the day I stopped being responsible for your feelings. I wish you the best in whatever you decide to do. Goodbye, Stella.”
And with that, Asher pulls me toward the elevator, not once looking back.
Chapter Thirty
Asher
As soon as the door to my hotel room shuts, I’m pressing her into the wall, kissing her. She came here for me. Because she didn’t want to spend the night without me. Because she wanted to remember the good times we had here.
My cock dances against the fly of my pants. I slowly shift my hips from side to side, pressing into her so she can feel what she does to me. When my hands land on her hair, she pulls away, a look of distaste on her face. I sigh. She’s still not over it.
She points to the bathroom. “I’m not doing anything with you until you wash your hands and change your clothes. You crawled on a public bathroom floor. It’s disgusting.”
I laugh, happy that’s her one and only reservation. On my way to the bathroom, I strip out of my clothes, leaving a trail on the floor. After washing my hands, I go back in the room, but I don’t put on new clothes. I stand completely naked, dick hardening even more when I say, “Let’s watch a movie.”
She looks me up and down, from head to naked toe, then back at my face. “You want to watch TV?”
I retrieve my phone from the front pocket of my pants. “Not TV.”
Walking to the bed, I pull up one of our videos and pat the mattress next to me.
She sits and looks at my screen, her jaw falling open. “You want to watchthis?”
“I wantyouto watch this.” I run the slider across the screen to fast forward to the exact place I’m looking for. Then I hand it to her. “See how I looked at you? I loved you even then.”
She watches silently, her breaths becoming quick and audible the more she sees.
I slip behind her and wrap my arms around her. “Never question how I feel about you. I’m yours, Allie. Lock, stock, and barrel.”
I kiss her neck, but she shrugs me off. “Wait. I want to see the ending.”
I watch over her shoulder as she orgasms on top of me, me following right behind her. I’ve watched our videos more times than I care to admit. Mostly because I missed her when we were apart. But through all those viewings, I’ve come to learn one thing: she looked at me the same way I looked at her.
“You loved me too,” I say when it’s over. “You just didn’t know it yet.”
She tosses my phone aside and spins around in my arms. “It must be your advanced years that makes you so cocky.”
I laugh. “Cocky? Or wise?” I guide her flat onto the bed and remove her top, still stunned every time I get to touch her growing breasts. “Either way, this dirty old man is about to do unspeakable things to you.”
She moans when I lightly pinch a nipple. “Please.”
My mouth is on her left breast before the entire word is out of her mouth. I suck and tease and even nip her a little. Her eyes close as she breathily says my name. I work a hand over her jeans, pressing my fingers against the seam running over her clit. This is all it takes to send her spiraling into orgasm.