Page 61 of The Harder You Fall (Rixon Raiders 3)

That she was real.

Mya looped her arms around my neck, drawing me closer. I rose up on my knees, leaning into her, pressing her back into the Giles’ swing seat. She said she wanted to go slow, but I couldn’t resist hitching her leg around my hip and grinding against her.

“Asher.” One hand curled into my jacket. “We should probably...”

Don’t say it.

Don’t fucking say it.

“Slow down.”

A groan of frustration worked its way up my throat, but I smiled at her as I slowly eased up. “You’re going to drive me insane, Hernandez.”

Mya smiled. And it was so pure, so fucking honest, I felt myself fall even deeper into her.

“I’m sorry.”

“Never be sorry with me. Ever. You like something we’re doing, tell me. You don’t like something we’re doing, tell me. You need me to slow down, tell me. You need me to speed up...” my brow rose suggestively. “Definitely tell me.”

She batted my chest, gawking at me as if I’d lost my damn mind.

“It’s one of the things I love most about you, Mya. You’re not afraid to speak up. I don’t ever want to silence you. No matter how blue my balls become.”

“Oh God, stop.” She was laughing now. “You have a hand. Use it.”

I crowded her again, kissing a path from her lips to the shell of her ear. “Oh, I do,” I whispered. “And I always think of you.”

“Asher...” My name on her lips was like music to my ears.

“Come on, you, let’s go hang with the others.”

“For real?” The surprise on Mya’s face was so fucking adorable. As if part of her actually expected me to throw her over my shoulder and stalk off to my cave to have my way with her.

I mean, thinking it wasn’t the same thing as doing it. Right?

I dropped a kiss on her head before pulling her up and hooking my arm around her shoulder. “Me and you, Mya. On our terms, okay?”

“Okay.” She swallowed nervously.

I chuckled, leading her back inside to join our friends, feeling like the motherfucking King of the world.

Mya

The second we stepped into Felicity’s living room, silence fell over the four of them. Jason smirked, grumbling something that sounded like, ‘about fucking time’. Flick elbowed him in the ribs, making him grunt in pain. Asher chuckled, taking me by the hand and pulling me over to the empty loveseat. He sat down first, tugging me down beside him and wrapping his arm around me as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“So,” Flick said, her eyes darting from me to Asher and back again, “does this mean you two are together now?” She fought a grin.

“We’re…” I looked at Asher, unsure I wanted to define or put a label on us when everything still felt so new.

“Taking it slow,” he answered for me. “But just so we’re clear, I don’t intend on looking at another girl, let alone touching one.” He wasn’t looking at me, but I felt the words all the way down to my soul. It was his not so discreet way of letting me know he was all in, and I couldn’t deny it did soften something inside me.

“That is so cute.” Flick was grinning now.

“Fucking nauseating if you ask me.” Jason groaned.

“Do I look like I care?” Asher pulled me closer, dropping a kiss on my head. “I finally got the girl. I think it gives me a free pass for tonight at least. Besides, I have to watch you clean Fee’s teeth on a regular basis.” He flipped Jason off.

“Just be thankful you don’t have to watch me clean her pus—”