Asher: Heartless Devils MC Read Online Free
Author: Kathryn Thomas
am capable of walking by myself, you know. I’ve been doing it for quite a while now,” she snapped, jerking her arm out of his grasp.
“I’m just making sure you stay close,” he responded, dropping his hand but keeping his proximity.
“Well, I’m not going to run away, and I highly doubt the security guard is going to try something,” she replied, nodding and smiling a hello to him as they passed.
Asher said nothing else and remained silent for the rest of the walk through the building and the swift journey up the elevator.
She could feel the tension spreading through her back and shoulders, and she tried in vain to roll her neck to ease it. Tension always seemed to settle in her neck, back, and shoulders, and she had been suffering with it for days. And why not? Her mother being killed, the funeral, the gorilla walking along a half-pace behind. What do I have to be tense about? She sarcastically thought to herself.
He noticed Jenny rolling her neck and shoulders as they walked the short distance down the hall to her apartment. They entered, and after a brief rundown of various necessities, sat across from each other at the island in the kitchen as the coffee machine did its thing. She felt awkward, not knowing what to say, so she said nothing. Finally, the machine finished, and she rose, grateful to be able to move and break Asher’s intense gaze.
“How do you take it?” she asked, as he reached into cabinet for a couple of mugs, pulling out a soup mug for him.
“Black.”
Of course. No wimpy cream or sugar for the big bad biker, she mused, as she poured her cup then poured the bulk of the remaining coffee into his mug. She added a splash of cream and a teaspoon of sugar to hers to knock the edge off the bitterness, then she sat the mugs on the bar.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” Her neck and shoulders were still tense, and intermittently she would roll her head, desperately trying to loosen up.
He watched as she twisted her head and reached around to rub at her shoulders. After a few moments of this, he took a long pull from his still scalding hot coffee and stood. She leaned over to the side, watching him as he moved around the bar. He rolled his eyes and pulled her back up straight, as he stopped behind her. Moving his hands to her lower neck and shoulders, he began to massage the muscles, his long, dexterous fingers soothing the knots that had formed. Initially, she tensed at the unexpected contact, but after a few moments of work, he could feel the knots beginning to loosen.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed under his touch, her body responding well to his knowledgeable hands. She felt a more pleasant tension rise between her thighs and leaned back, relaxing under his caresses until, just as suddenly as the experience had begun, it ended. She felt slightly embarrassed, as he drew his hands away before he casually topped off his mug with the remainder of the coffee and rounded the bar to return to his seat.
Asher sensed the change coming over her at his touch and was somewhat alarmed. It was not his intention for any of the kind to happen; he just wanted to perform a nice gesture to show her they were on the same side and make being together all the time somewhat more bearable. He did not mean to lead her on in any way. If anything were to happen between them—it didn’t bear thinking about. He’d be out of the club—that much was sure—and exiting feet first in a body bag wouldn’t be out of the question. All that he had worked for and all that had been promised to him for the future would be ripped away. He’d have nothing left but his bike, a little house with a mortgage, and the clothes on his back. He had a vision for the future, and Jenny did not feature in it.
As he sat down, she realized just how long it had been since she felt the touch of a man. Now, as she thought about it, she realized it had been far too
“I’m just making sure you stay close,” he responded, dropping his hand but keeping his proximity.
“Well, I’m not going to run away, and I highly doubt the security guard is going to try something,” she replied, nodding and smiling a hello to him as they passed.
Asher said nothing else and remained silent for the rest of the walk through the building and the swift journey up the elevator.
She could feel the tension spreading through her back and shoulders, and she tried in vain to roll her neck to ease it. Tension always seemed to settle in her neck, back, and shoulders, and she had been suffering with it for days. And why not? Her mother being killed, the funeral, the gorilla walking along a half-pace behind. What do I have to be tense about? She sarcastically thought to herself.
He noticed Jenny rolling her neck and shoulders as they walked the short distance down the hall to her apartment. They entered, and after a brief rundown of various necessities, sat across from each other at the island in the kitchen as the coffee machine did its thing. She felt awkward, not knowing what to say, so she said nothing. Finally, the machine finished, and she rose, grateful to be able to move and break Asher’s intense gaze.
“How do you take it?” she asked, as he reached into cabinet for a couple of mugs, pulling out a soup mug for him.
“Black.”
Of course. No wimpy cream or sugar for the big bad biker, she mused, as she poured her cup then poured the bulk of the remaining coffee into his mug. She added a splash of cream and a teaspoon of sugar to hers to knock the edge off the bitterness, then she sat the mugs on the bar.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” Her neck and shoulders were still tense, and intermittently she would roll her head, desperately trying to loosen up.
He watched as she twisted her head and reached around to rub at her shoulders. After a few moments of this, he took a long pull from his still scalding hot coffee and stood. She leaned over to the side, watching him as he moved around the bar. He rolled his eyes and pulled her back up straight, as he stopped behind her. Moving his hands to her lower neck and shoulders, he began to massage the muscles, his long, dexterous fingers soothing the knots that had formed. Initially, she tensed at the unexpected contact, but after a few moments of work, he could feel the knots beginning to loosen.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed under his touch, her body responding well to his knowledgeable hands. She felt a more pleasant tension rise between her thighs and leaned back, relaxing under his caresses until, just as suddenly as the experience had begun, it ended. She felt slightly embarrassed, as he drew his hands away before he casually topped off his mug with the remainder of the coffee and rounded the bar to return to his seat.
Asher sensed the change coming over her at his touch and was somewhat alarmed. It was not his intention for any of the kind to happen; he just wanted to perform a nice gesture to show her they were on the same side and make being together all the time somewhat more bearable. He did not mean to lead her on in any way. If anything were to happen between them—it didn’t bear thinking about. He’d be out of the club—that much was sure—and exiting feet first in a body bag wouldn’t be out of the question. All that he had worked for and all that had been promised to him for the future would be ripped away. He’d have nothing left but his bike, a little house with a mortgage, and the clothes on his back. He had a vision for the future, and Jenny did not feature in it.
As he sat down, she realized just how long it had been since she felt the touch of a man. Now, as she thought about it, she realized it had been far too
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