Page 23 of Forbidden Mischief
ASHER
We’re almost home, and what happened back in the parking lot is still affecting me.
Seeing people from my old life, the pack that made me miserable, was not the way I wanted to end my epic date with my mate.
It was perfect. I don’t think I’ve laughed and had so much fun in my life. And seeing Zayne smiling as he had a good time made me feel proud, like I was doing something right by making my mate happy.
Then those fuckers had to show up and ruin it.
They weren't anyone important to me, honestly I don’t even remember their names, just their faces. And the fact that they’re wolves in my father’s pack.
The way they acted about me being gay didn’t surprise me, it’s not something my father allowed.
What did surprise me was how Zayne stuck up for me. Not that I didn’t think he would, just that it made me feel really damn good that he did.
“Hey.” He gives my knee a squeeze, catching my attention. I blink a few times, needing to pay attention to the road and not the thoughts running rampant in my mind. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I smile over at him, lacing my fingers with his before bringing his hand up so I can kiss the back of his hand. “I’m good.”
“You don’t look it. You're not still upset about those assholes, are you? Because they’re not worth the energy.”
“I know. It’s just, I forget people are like that, you know?” I glance over at him. “I was used to it before we moved in with you guys, but everyone at our school has been pretty chill about it.”
“Because they're not raging assholes like those dicks. Are all the people in your father’s pack like that?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” I blow out a breath, rubbing my thumb against the top of his hand. “There were a few people who were pretty chill, including my best friend.”
“Your best friend? You’ve never mentioned a best friend?”
The thought of Tyler makes my chest clench.
“Because we left things on bad terms. He felt like I was betraying him by leaving him behind when I left with mom. I couldn’t stay there.
If I did, I’d die. Whether it would be by my father or my own hand, one way or another, I wasn’t going to make it there much longer. ”
The car is silent for a while.
“I’m glad you left,” he tells me, kissing the back of my hand this time. “If you didn’t, I don’t think we would have found one another.”
A grin curves up and I shoot him a wink. “I am pretty amazing.”
“Shut up.” He laughs, pushing lightly on my arm.
“I’m glad I left too,” I whisper, eyes moving back to the road.
The car grows quiet again, only the low hum of the radio to fill the space between us.
We’re almost home, and the closer we get, the more I see Zayne watching me out of the corner of his eyes. Every time I turn to look at him, his eyes flick away from me and down to his phone, pretending like he wasn’t looking.
When I catch him doing it again, I laugh. “Alright, now it’s your turn to spill. What's on that sexy mind of yours?”
His eyes snap up to mine, a little wide, and he swallows hard. “What? Nothing, nothing’s wrong.”
“Zayne?” I raise my brow, eyes back on the road for a moment, before turning back to him. “Don’t lie to me.”
He lets out a big breath, eyes cast down as he starts to fiddle with his fingers. For a second, I don't think he’s going to answer. Then he blurts, “When do I get to fuck you?”
My eyes widen and I let out a choked sound before chuckling.
“Don’t laugh at me,” he groans, burying his face in his hands.
“Hey, hey.” I smile. “Don’t you hide on me.”
He’s down right adorable right now. He honestly took me by surprise.
“Well, don’t laugh at me when I ask you a serious question.” He pouts, slouching in his seat.
“I’m sorry.” I squeeze his hand. “You took me by surprise, that's all. Is that something you want to do?”
“Yeah,” he mutters. “Wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t.”
“Hey now,” I growl playfully. “No need to be bratty with me. Keep acting like that, and I’ll put you over my knee and punish you.”
My words backfire because a wave of his arousal fills the car and I have to bite down a moaned growl as my cock swells, pressing against my jeans.
Licking my lips, I shake my head, trying to concentrate on what we're talking about.
“Yes,” he says again. “It's something I want to try.”
Nodding, I take a deep breath. “I’ve never bottomed before.” I flick my eyes over to his and see his shoulders slump. “But–” I continue and his eyes glance up to meet mine. “If that's what my mate wants, that's what he will get.” I wink.
“You don’t have to agree because you think you have to.”
“I’m not,” I insist. “For you, I’m willing to try anything, okay?”
“Really?” I see that little spark of hope in his eyes. He really seems to want to try this. It’s not that I’ve never used toys on myself before. They feel good, and I came pretty damn hard while using them. I’ve just always been the more dominant one.
“Really.” I nod.
“Okay.” He licks his lips. “Then yes, I want to try.”
As we round the corner, I see Zayne shifting in his seat, pulling his arms into his hoodie as he shivers. “Are you cold?”
“Just a little bit,” he tells me, smirking. “Not all of us have big wolf bodies to keep us warm.”
“You should have told me, I’d have put on the heat.”
“It’s fine. We’re almost home.” He tries to blow it off.
“No. It’s not fine. I’m going to run you a bath when we get home, okay?” I squeeze his knee before rubbing my hand up and down his thigh to help warm him up.
He smiles over at me. “Okay.”
I love that he doesn’t fight me when I try to take care of him. I like it, to see him happy, to make sure he’s comfortable.
Pulling up to the house, I’m out of the car and rushing over to his side before he has the chance to open the door and I do it for him.
“Thanks.” He chuckles and gets out. Wrapping my arms around him, I lift him into my hold.
“What are you doing?” He laughs as he wraps his arms and legs around me.
“Carrying you inside, keeping you warm as much as I can until we get to the bath.” I grin as we walk toward the house.
“You're crazy, you know that?” he says in amusement.
“I know. Crazy about you.” I kiss him on the nose, loving the way his cheeks turn pink.