Asher stood up, wiping the cum from his chin, grinning down at me. He was so beautiful, standing over me like that, shoulders broad, blond hair messy,
grin just as cocky as ever. My eyes were half closed and watery from the intensity of what the blond just did to me. "Now then, Wife. Where's my
dinner?" Asher chuckled warm heartedly, going over to the stove and turning it back on. I just laid there on the table, cock wet and semi-stiff against
my thigh. I never wanted to leave this cloud.
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I blinked my eyes open. The room was dark, and I reached out next to me to touch Asher. My hands, however, just met the mattress. I instantly shot up.
"Ash?" I called out groping for him in the darkness. I felt nothing. One thing was for sure, Asher was not in his room. I scrambled out of bed, tossing
on a big shirt, sprinting down the stairs. "Asher!" I called out, searching the bathrooms and the kitchen. No where.
That's when I heard the commotion outside.
I couldn't make out the words, but they were harsh toned and quick. I was instantly outside, throwing the door open wide. My heart sank at what I saw:
Asher, standing there in the moonlight, surrounded by three of our teammates: Weston, Tanner, and Ky. Their body language said it all. This was no
pasta dinner.
"Leave him the fuck alone!" Asher's voice was unmistakable in it's husky glory. I, barefooted, sprinted to his side, pressing my way infront
of him, blocking him from the three boys. Asher looked instantly fearful when he saw me. He gripped me by the shirt and threw me back. "Back in the
house, Quincy!"
I frowned. Like hell I was leaving him alone. It was cold, and my thin naked legs started to shiver. "What's going on?" I asked, addressing Ky. Him and
I swam the IM Relay together. Ky was some sort of Pacific Islander with those dark almond-shaped eyes. I could see the blackness of them shining out in
the night, his dark hair buzz-cut as usual.
"They texted you telling you to come outside." Asher responded, eyes locked in a deadly gaze at the group. "I'm glad I got to your phone first. They
didn't know I was here." Asher gripped my shirt again, his muscles tense, protective. "But, now they do. So just go home!" Asher looked like a bulldog,
teeth gnashed and hair bristled.
"Come off it, Asher!" Ky screamed out, fists in balls. I knew Weston and Tanner were just there on Ky's orders. They were his loyal groupies, on
Frosh/Soph. "We came to… talk… to Quincy." Even I could hear the uncertainty in his voice. They did not come to talk to me. I could see
Weston and Tanner moving backwards some. I'm sure they weren't expecting big, buff Asher to come out of that door. Whatever they wanted with me, it
seemed they didn't care any longer.
"Ky, let's just go. It doesn't matter!" Weston pleaded, fearful of the enraged Asher. He had a good right to be, as well. When Asher got mad, you could
see his blood lust. Ky ignored Weston, taking a step forward. He was stronger than I was, but weaker than Asher. His attitude, however, made him look
ten times bigger. Asher stepped forward as well, not one to back down from a fight.
I grabbed onto Asher's arm, tugging at him. "Let's go back in the house…" I asked, frantic. Asher shook me off like a ragdoll, shoving me behind
him. God damn, this stubborn asshole was about to get his face bashed in! "Please!" I begged, tears burning the back of my eyes. I was freezing, my
breath turning to clouds as it left my lips.
"Ash, you tell your fag boyfriend he better watch his back, if he knows what's good for him." Ky's words were full of palpable venom, and I felt the
sting of them instantly. Why was I the "fag" boyfriend? I mean, it was obvious. Here I was, this feminine, thin thing. No one would dare tag those
words to manly, muscular Asher.
Asher growled lowly, lunging out and shoving Ky back violently. Ky went flying backwards, landing with a thud on the floor. Ky instantly scrambled to
his feet, gorged with rage and testosterone. He sprung forth, fist connecting with Asher's cheek. I screamed out and ran into the mix, trying to pull
Ky off my lover. I was most certainly the weakest out of all five, and Tanner was ontop of me in seconds. I felt a forearm against my throat, yanking
me back. I kicked and flailed and screamed, clawing at the arm. My vision grew blurry and red as I desperately fought for air. I could vaguely make out
the image of Asher on the lawn, Weston and Ky closing in on him before everything went black.
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End part 7! Hope it was sexy and melodramatic enough! I've been trying to make my stories & paragraphs longer. Let me know what you think!
Obviously, this won't be my last chapter. After the emails I received and the fun I had writing Part 7, I don't think I'd be able to stop.
Tell me, what do you want to see? Parker romantically involved? Ky dangerously involved? How injured is Asher? I look forward to your emails!
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