“We did, and he’s going away for a very long time.”
“Thank you, Detective Lowry.”
As soon as I ended the call, I felt Asher’s arms wrap around me from behind.
“That sick bastard,” he said. “Now that he’s going to prison, I’m going to swoop in, take his property from him and build my mall.” I felt his lips press against the side of my neck.
The next day, Asher rented a boat which took us to a remote and secluded beach. It was our own private oasis for the day. When we arrived, there was a small round table and two chairs set up in the sand inside a small white canopy tent.
“What’s this for?” I grinned.
“I’ve arranged for a private lunch for us.” He smiled as his lips brushed against mine.
“You think of everything, don’t you?” I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I’m trying.” He leaned his forehead against mine.
There was a large blanket spread out in the sand with a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket and two glasses. It was the most perfect day as the sand glistened under the summer sun, and a light wind swept over our faces, providing some relief from the heat.
“Let’s go swimming,” I said as I grabbed Asher’s hand and pulled him up.
Our hands stayed locked together as we ran out into the water and the waves splashed all around us. Asher grabbed me and pulled me into him as we stood in the water. The smiles never left our face.
“I love you, Everly.”
“I love you too, Asher.”
We made our way back, dried off and ate lunch. We stayed and watched the sunset. It was magnificent and the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. We lay on the blanket, holding each other and Asher took hold of my hand and interlaced his fingers around mine.
“Move to New York, Everly. Move in with me.”
“What?” I smiled at him. “Are you serious?”
“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.”
A frightening sensation overwhelmed me as I got up from the blanket and walked towards the shore, letting the salty water sweep over my feet.
“What’s wrong?” Asher asked as he hooked his arm around my waist.
“I’m scared.”
“Scared of what?” he asked as he turned me towards him and swept the back of his hand across my cheek.
“I’m not normal and—”
“Shh.” His finger touched my lips. “Don’t say that. You are normal. You just have a special gift that’s beyond the average person, and that’s what makes you so extraordinary.”
“I have doubts we’ll ever have a normal relationship.”
“What is a normal relationship anyway?” The corners of his mouth curved upward. “We’re two people who love each other and want to spend time together. I know exactly what I’m doing when it comes to you. I know what I’m getting myself into and it’s a beautiful thing.” His lips brushed against mine. “I want you in New York with me permanently. I want to be able to kiss you whenever I feel like it, hold you, and comfort you when you’ve had a bad dream. I want to wake up to your smile every morning and share my life with you, Everly.”
“You left out one very important part, Mr. Remington?”
“What?”
“The part about having sex whenever you want.”
“Ah.” He grinned. “I left that one out on purpose because I don’t want to rush you. I don’t want there to be anymore band-aids for us.”
“You know what I think?” The corners of my mouth curved upward as my arms tightened around his neck. “I think the wounds are healed.”
The smile on his face widened as he pulled me down with him. His back lay against the sand as I hovered over him and the water swept up over us. Our lips tangled as I could feel the hardness of his cock against my belly.
“Is that the boat I hear?” He sighed.
Looking up, it had just docked against the shore.
“Yep.” I smiled.
“Of course.”
“Don’t worry. I promise we’ll continue this the second we get back to the room.” I kissed his lips one last time before climbing off him.
Grabbing his hand, I helped him up and we gathered our things and headed to the boat.
36
Asher
Her body was as soft as silk, and I could feel the trembling of her skin from my touch. Sweet and satisfying moans escaped her the moment I thrust inside her. She welcomed me with a warmth that made my heart beat out of control. I grabbed her hands and interlaced our fingers as I brought her arms over her head. Thrusting in and out at a slow pace, I stared into her eyes. She was my angel, and I was never letting her go. The connection between us was strong. The lifeforce of two people whose souls were tied together. Her body shook as she orgasmed for the third time, making it impossible for me to hold back as I exploded inside her. Looking down at her beautiful face, I smiled as my lips softly brushed against hers.
“I don’t want to leave you in Rhode Island tomorrow,” I said as I held her in my arms.
“I know. I don’t want you to leave, but we don’t have a choice. I can’t come to New York until everything is settled.”
I let out a sigh. “And I need to get back to the office. But I will be flying out on Friday’s so we can spend the weekend together.”
“I’d love that.” She smiled as she lifted her head from my chest and kissed me.
We flew back to Rhode Island and I had arranged for a limo to take her home. Saying goodbye to her was the hardest part and my heart ached like it had never ached before.
“I love you.” I held her tight against me.
“I love you too.”
Our lips met and tangled for the last time until I saw her again.
“You better call me the second you land,” she said.
“I will. Don’t worry.”
I gave her one last hug and kiss and it was too hard to let her go.
“Behave yourself.” I smiled as I ran my thumb across her lips.
“Me? You better behave yourself, Mr. Remington.” She grinned as she fought to hold back the tears.
I gave her one last wave as I stood on the steps of the plane. Taking my seat, I looked out the window as I watched the limo with her in it drive away.
Two Weeks Later
Everly
I had looked forward to the weekends because that’s when I got to see Asher. He’d fly in around four p.m. on Friday and leave for the airport around seven a.m. Monday morning. I had called a realtor right when I got back from Key West and the house went up for sale within a week. It sold in one day to a nice couple who had just had a baby. The best part was, they bought the house fully furnished, at least that’s what the realtor told me. But when she came over in person to tell me the news, I saw who really bought the house. Was I mad? Absolutely not. He did it because he wanted me in New York as quickly as possible. Plus, he could afford it and it was money in my bank account, so who was I to complain.
“Now that the house sold, when are you coming here?” he asked over Facetime.”