Asher: Heartless Devils MC (10 page)

Chapter 9

Jenny pecked away at her computer as her professor droned on about
ad quod damnum
. She was back in school, but her heart wasn’t in it. Between her father’s near death, as well as her own, school suddenly didn’t seem as important as it once did.

She had become a minor celebrity in school as word went around about her ordeal. All the girls, already moon-eyed over the way Asher looked, were positively drooling over him now for his daring rescue of her. Even the guys had lost some of their sneering attitude, perhaps wondering how they would measure up. They may have more money, but that counts for jack when the chips are down and your life is on the line. Jenny smiled. She knew how they would measure up, and it wasn’t even close.

She gave herself a mental shake and refocused on the lecture. She had lost some ground during her ordeal and she needed to
focus
to catch back up. Being ranked number two in her class was bad enough, but being ranked number four wasn’t going to fly. Not for long.

She forced all thoughts of Asher, the club, and the puppet master from her thoughts. It wasn’t hard. For the last several days Asher had dropped her at school then left. Because a group always surrounded her now, hanging on her every word as she dribbled out details of her exploits, he felt she was safe enough. Sometimes he was there to pick her up, other times it was someone else.

Today it was him, and she smiled as he took her backpack from her and slung it over his broad shoulder before kissing her warmly.

“I need your help,” he said as they parted.

“Mmmm…. I think I can help you with that.”

He chuckled. “Maybe later. I need the expertise of a lawyer. Know anyone?” 

“I hear there’s a pretty good one in Fort Lauderdale.”

Asher grinned at her. “I have been trying to find out who this Hamasaki dude is. But, Jesus, the legalese… I’m ready to swallow a bullet.”

She frowned at him. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to find out who owns the home where they put you on the boat. I have to start somewhere, and that seems like as good a place as any, especially since I don’t have anything else. But the bureaucracy is driving me crazy.”

“You’re doing a title search?”

“I don’t know. Is that what I’m doing?”

Jenny giggled as they stepped out into the bright sunshine. “Yeah. Sounds like it.” She glanced at her phone to look at the time. “We have enough time to at least get started.”

***

Asher sat the table and watched Jenny scribble notes onto a pad before flipping the large bound book closed. She rose, carried the book into the vault, as she called it, and then reappeared a short time later with another book. At least he assumed it was another book, even though it looked just like the previous book and the three before that one, as well. He had no idea what she was doing, but she seemed to be doing it with great efficiency and she had compiled more data in an hour than he had in three days.

“This should be it,” she said as she dropped the book on the table.

“Okay.”

She snickered. “Is that all you can say? ‘Okay’?”

“Okay, great job?”

She snickered again. “I can tell you’re impressed.”

“Actually, I am impressed. I just don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I’m finding out who owned the property before this Hamasaki guy. It all looks perfectly normal. This should be the first sale of the house. I don’t expect to find anything, but it pays to be thorough.” She flipped back a page in her note pad. “Hiero Hamasaki purchased the property two years ago from Walter and Glenda Anice for two million, six-hundred fifty three thousand dollars.”

“Nice digs,” he said blandly.

“Not bad,” she agreed. “Especially since the Anices bought it twelve years before that for less than two mil. That’s inflation for you, I guess.”

“But nothing looks out of the ordinary?”

“No.”

“Don’t bother looking anymore,” he said as he waved at the book. “I don’t know what I was looking for, but there isn’t anything likely to come up by looking at who owned it before Hamasaki. Maybe that’s a dead end and his boat was stolen just like he said.”

“Do you believe that?” Jenny asked, her doubt clear in her voice.

“Not for a second. But I’m not sure where to go from here.”

“Me neither.”

Asher drummed his fingers on the table a moment. “Maybe I need to pay Hamasaki another visit.”

“Don’t do that!”

“I don’t give a shit about a restraining order. Stalking my ass.”

“You may not, but the cops will. The last thing you want is to go to jail. How will you find out anything in there?”

He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. “Yeah, I know. It just pisses me off, though. I don’t care what he said, I didn’t threaten him!”

Jenny patted Asher on the hand before picking up the book. “No, but you’re a foot taller than him, thirty years younger, and a biker. Just showing up at his house probably made him feel threatened. He doesn’t know you as the big softy that I do.”

“I’ll show him a big softy when I shove my hard dick up his ass,” he muttered, causing Jenny to giggle.

“See! That’s what I’m talking about.” She leaned in close to his ear. “I have a better place for you to shove that anyway.” She backed away and swayed her way down the aisle to return the title book, putting a little extra movement into her hips.

As she slid the large book back into its place on the shelf, she chewed her bottom lip. Asher was right, though. They were stuck with a dead end. Heiro Hamasaki, the owner of the house, wasn’t the man who had ordered her death. But she wondered at the connection. Clearly there had to be one as the man was too comfortable in the house for there to not be. The younger man was his son, perhaps? She stood there thinking for a moment. Maybe, but that put them no closer to the puppet master than they were.

She returned to the table where she had done her research. Asher was already standing, her purse in hand. “Thanks,” she muttered, still turning the problem over in her head as she and Asher left.
We need a break!
she cried to herself.

Jenny was thumbing through her mail as she waited for the elevator to arrive. Most of it was junk mail, but an official-looking envelope caught her eye. She slid her finger under the flap as the elevator dinged its arrival.

Stepping in, she pulled the paper from the envelope and quickly scanned it. With a grin, but no comment, she passed the paper to Asher.

“So, you can legally carry now,” he said after he glanced at the paper and handed it back to her. Her carry concealed permit was attached.

“Yup!” she said as she patted her purse with her handgun inside. The weapon and purse were a gift from Asher, a Glock 42 and a purse with an easy to access holster hidden in the side. He had given them to her after she passed the conceal carry exam. After his expert tutelage and her law classes, passing the test had been ridiculously easy. The rest was just filling out the forms.

Asher smiled and shook his head with a snort. Jenny Lynn Carter, little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, had been packing illegal heat for over two months, and made it clear she intended to continue to carry illegally on campus, not that he blamed her, not after what she went through.

The elevator doors opened and Asher stepped out first with Jenny pausing just a moment before following. It was a rhythm they had fallen into and Asher approved. She learned fast.

As they entered her apartment, he pulled his own weapon and hidden holster from the small of his back. He couldn’t say much about her carrying on campus when he had always done the same. 

As he placed the weapon on her dresser, something warm, soft and sensual melted into his arms. He smiled as his arms went around her back, holding her loosely but comfortably. They had become tentative lovers before her fateful boat ride, but since then their passions for each other had fully ignited. He hadn’t slept on the couch in over two months…unless you count the naps during football.

She looked into his eyes and she felt her smile mirror his. Their lips met, a gentle kiss at first, but quickly gaining in intensity and promise. As they pulled back, she felt flustered and squirmy, and she knew just what she needed.

“I need a bath. I feel grungy from all those dusty old title books.”

“You want me to start dinner?”

She smiled her best come hither smile. “No. I want you to wash my back.”

Asher smiled, but he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. He didn’t want her to think of him badly, even if he wanted her bad. “Are you sure you don’t want me to start dinner?” He watched as she began to unbutton her blouse. “I guess not,”
So much for not being easy,
he thought as he began unzipping his pants. 

He had just gotten the water to the proper temperature when Jenny stepped into the bathroom. They were still finding their way in their relationship, and this will be the first time they have fucked anywhere other than her bed. From the impressive hardness of Asher’s manhood, he appeared to like the idea, as well. 

“Down boy,” she teased as she stepped into the shower and then frowned.
It’s going to be tight in here,
she fretted. When Asher stepped in, he pressed himself into her back as he closed the door.
Then again, that may be a good thing,
she sighed as she pushed back into him, enjoying the feel of his hardness against her ass.

She turned, allowing the warm water to cascade down her back and wet her hair. Asher may have offered to start dinner, but he wasted no time in taking charge. She relaxed into his embrace as they stared into each other’s eyes before he pulled her lips to his for a torrid kiss. As they kissed, she pressed in hard, his erection pressing into her lower abdomen.

She pushed away from his lips, breathing hard, the squirmy feeling replaced by a weight in her pussy. “Fuck,” she breathed as she tried to catch her breath.

“Oh, we will,” he murmured as he picked up the soap. “But first…”

He began lathering her up, forcing her to step back slightly so the water didn’t immediately wash the soap away, working up a rich lather on her back and ass before crouching down and running his hands up and down her legs. As his big hands glided along the inside of her thighs she felt her knees shake, the slickness of his hands on her legs making her feel as twitchy as if she were holding a live electrical wire. As he rose, he spun her about, the water rinsing the suds from her back as he applied soap to her front.

She leaned into the wall with her hands, no longer sure of her footing as his hands continued to glide over her. Asher wasn’t her first lover, but he was by far the best, and he was proving, once again, that he was a master in the art of seduction. She had never fucked anywhere other than bed before, but she was looking forward to this encounter like none
before.

Asher smiled as Jenny leaned into the wall. She was without doubt the sexiest woman on planet earth. The way she responded to his touch set his blood boiling, like now, glancing over her shoulder, looking him in the eye while her face twisted in a feral snarl of lust and desire as he caressed her with soapy hands.

I can’t stand it anymore!
Jenny pushed herself off the wall and turned to face Asher before dropping to her knees. She had gone down on him several times before, but tonight, in the shower, with the water splashing around them like the rain, she was going to blow his fucking mind.

Asher took a step back as Jenny went to her knees, giving her a little more room. He barely had time to drop the soap bar into the tray before her lips were around him. She took him deep, much deeper than she had before, causing him to groan in pleasure. The girl had skills, that much was certain, and she applied them liberally as he closed his eyes and his hands found the back of her head.