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Protect You Beaumont University Bu Book 2 Ashley Rayne All Chapter
Ashley Rayne
Copyright © 2023 by Ashley Rayne
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W hatAsher
happens when you fall in love with your roommate?
The emotions that I tried to hide behind the constant bickering are
finally out there.
Our never-ending fighting stops. The dinners I make for us have
become a routine.
The next thing I know, my roommate is my boyfriend, and
everything is falling into place.
Noah
Until everything falls apart.
All Asher wants to do is shield me from the hardened world around
us, but the one thing he can’t protect me from is myself.
Will Asher and Noah’s love be strong enough to survive life’s twists,
or will the imperfections overwhelm the happiness it can bring?
Protect You is the second book in the Beaumont University series,
where each book follows a new couple through their journey to an
HEA. This book is an MM romance in a college setting with
roommates-to-lovers, a size difference, and a virgin MC.
Authors Note
H elloMany
readers!
times as readers we read many different stories to
escape real life for a little while. And while I would love for you to
start this story right away, I understand that some readers have
triggers and it can affect them while they're reading a story and I
would hate for you to come across something that upsets you
without knowing what to expect. I also know that people have
different triggers and what affects one person may not affect the
next. On the next page, I have listed the possible triggers for this
story. If you do not need to read the content warnings, please skip
the next page. If you are a reader who needs it, please make sure
you do read the following page. Thank you for taking the time to
read Asher and Noah.
-Ashley Rayne
Content Warnings
A lthough handled with the utmost care, this story includes content
that may be uncomfortable for some readers. This story includes
on page content of
prescription medication abuse/addiction
1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
10. Chapter Ten
11. Chapter Eleven
12. Chapter Twelve
13. Chapter Thirteen
14. Chapter Fourteen
15. Chapter Fifteen
16. Chapter Sixteen
17. Chapter Seventeen
18. Chapter Eighteen
19. Chapter Nineteen
20. Chapter Twenty
21. Chapter Twenty-One
22. Chapter Twenty-Two
23. Chapter Twenty-Three
24. Chapter Twenty-Four
25. Chapter Twenty-Five
26. Chapter Twenty-Six
27. Chapter Twenty-Seven
28. Chapter Twenty-Eight
29. Epilogue
30. Extended Epilogue
31. Thank You
32. Also By Ashley Rayne
33. About the Author
34. Acknowledgements
35. Stalk Me
Chapter One
Asher
Grasping the handle, I pull open the door to Brewz and gesture for
Carter and West to go in ahead of me. It’s pretty busy and there’s a
line almost to the back door. The scent of coffee beans fills the air,
and I breathe in deeply. Moving my head, I look around the space
trying to spot Noah, and find him behind the counter next to Trish.
He looks like he’s having a great time, laughing and mixing some
drinks, while Trish is working the cash register.
We make it to the front of the line where Carter and West order
plain coffee and tea—boring—and I end up ordering their monthly
special, which is a mint chocolate mocha iced coffee. Apparently, I’m
the first person who’s ordered it today, so we get to watch as Trish
teaches Noah how to make it. She starts walking him through each
of the steps one by one, both of them concentrating on getting the
drink made right. Realizing it might take a while, we step over to an
empty table on the side, while someone else starts to ring up the
people behind us. West and Carter are talking among themselves as
I’m scanning the shop taking everything in. I always love coming
here, not only because they have great drinks, but because it has
such a relaxing atmosphere. There are small tables throughout the
room, big comfy chairs in the corner, as well as several plants in the
space. Sunlight streams into the entire room from the wall-length
windows along one side, encasing the shop in a soft glow.
I’m scanning my way back to the front of the store when Noah
walks over and hands us our cups and waits patiently. Assuming he
wants to know how his drinks taste, I take a quick sip and am blown
away. Moaning, I take another gulp, tasting the chocolate and the
mint, but the mint is not overtaking everything. It has a subtle
coolness that hits the back of my tongue. I hum around the straw as
I suck some more into my mouth.
“Damn, that’s good.” I wink.
Noah smiles softly, his eyes quickly darting away from me, and his
cheeks turn a rosy pink.
“Holy shit dude, this is good,” West cuts in.
“Thanks guys. I still have so much to learn, but I’m glad to be out
of the house doing something different. There’s so many damn
drinks though, it’s going to take me a while to be able to learn them
all.” He chuckles.
“Well, you’re off to a great start. I can’t wait to try some more
drinks when we come back in a few weeks. Ronan is going to go
crazy when he finds out you can make these insane drinks. He's
more obsessed with coffee than this one here.” Carter jerks his
thumb in my direction, and I nod my head, agreeing. I like coffee,
but nothing like the addiction that Ronan has.
“He’s already texted me, wishing me good luck and to make sure I
learn how to make his caramel coffee for when he comes back.” He
laughs, then knocks his knuckles on the table. “Thanks again guys,
I’m glad you like it, but I should probably head back to work. First
day and all.”
Noah walks back to the front counter and starts taking orders
again, while we make our way out of the shop into the bright
sunlight. I take another sip of my iced coffee and love how
refreshing it is. West and Carter let me know that they’re going to
head home and get ready to leave. As we part ways at the
crosswalk, I continue heading down the road with no destination in
mind.
With most of my roommates gone and Noah working at Brewz, I’m
worried about what I’m going to do to keep busy this summer.
Maybe I need to find a new hobby, something outside of school and
the gym. I’m passing by the grocery store when an idea hits me.
Snatching my phone from my back pocket, I pull up Google, looking
up a quick dinner recipe I can make. Since it’s Noah's first day of
work, I’ll do something special and make him dinner. A huge smile
crosses my face as I think about him putting his hands on his hips
and declaring that he can make his own dinner. Shaking my head, I
start my way inside, trying to find all the different things I’ll need for
tonight. He might completely blow me off, or maybe I’ll get lucky
and be able to spend the evening with him. A guy can hope.
Chapter Two
Noah
I t’sI love
been about a month since I started working at Brewz and while
the place, I already know I'm going to have to start looking
for something else once school starts. Not only will I not be able to
work during the day, but the pay isn’t as good as what I’m needing.
But I honestly love working there, learning to make different types
of drinks, and I’ve made some new friends as well. It’s been good to
get out of the house and have a break from all things school.
I’m walking into the house after another day at work, when the
smell of garlic and onions permeates the air. I inhale deeply and
smile as I take off my shoes and set them by the door, right next to
Asher’s. I never used to take my shoes off at home, but once I
moved in with the guys, Ronan was on our case about it, until
eventually, it became muscle memory to all of us. He even bought a
special shoe shelf that sits next to the door, so we won’t forget.
Slowly, I make my way down the hall to the kitchen and peek
around the corner where I’m out of sight. Asher is gliding around the
kitchen stirring different pots, with different foods spread around
him, and dancing to some music he has playing through a speaker. I
put my hand over my mouth to stifle a giggle. Asher is 100% my
type. He’s muscular and tall—way taller than me—about six foot four,
to my five-foot five. He has short brown hair he usually has covered
in a backward cap and a scruffy beard I want to feel rub against my
cheeks. And he has these sexy tattoos covering one of his bulky
arms that turns me on every time I see them. He could break me in
half, and I would welcome it with open arms.
Closing my eyes, I sigh.
Sadly, he sees me as some little kid who needs to be taken care of,
and I hate it. No matter what I do, he always acts like an older
brother, and it grates on my nerves. Always checking in on me,
trying to force my decisions when he doesn’t agree with it, trying to
make sure I’m eating and sleeping. If he didn’t treat me like such a
kid, I would probably love it. Actually, I know I would love it, being
taken care of. But I want someone to take care of me romantically,
not platonically.
I walk into the kitchen and sit on the stool at the counter, admiring
the view, before he notices I’m there. Sitting there, it only takes ten
seconds before Asher is facing me with a grin overtaking his face.
“Hey, how was work?” He asks before turning back to the stove.
“It was good. Today was busy as hell, so I’m dead on my feet. The
food smells amazing, by the way. What are you making this time?” I
ask while trying to peer over his shoulder to see what’s in the pans.
Asher was never much of a cook before, but lately, he’s been
trying his hand at making new types of meals. As soon as summer
started, he decided he was eager to learn to cook, and he’s been
trying new recipes a couple of times a week. He’s surprisingly an
incredible cook, and I love being his guinea pig when he decides to
try something new. On days like today, when I’m ready to take a
quick shower and crash in my bed, I appreciate his cooking even
more. I also love that it’s a time for us to hang out without bickering
with one another.
“We’re having this Cajun skillet chicken I found on Pinterest. I’ve
never had it before, but the picture looked delicious, so I wanted to
try it.” He grabs his phone off the counter and shows me said
picture. My mouth waters, and my stomach rumbles instantly. He’s
right, it looks spectacular, and I can’t wait to try it.
“Can I just say I love how much you’ve been cooking lately? My
favorite so far is the steak you made with garlic butter. I still
remember how it melted in my mouth. But this one smells heavenly,
so I can’t wait to try it. Plus, all the food you’ve been making beats
the hell out of ordering something out or eating ramen noodles.” I
shudder. Even though I despise them, I’ve grown accustomed to
eating ramen noodles because of how cheap they are.
“I’ve been enjoying it. It started as more of a whim, but finding
recipes and creating different flavors has been a new experience.
And I’m grateful you’re so open to trying new things.” Asher walks
over to the fridge and grabs a couple of things before making his
way back over to the counter. He sets down a bowl of grapes and
some water, so I pop a couple of grapes into my mouth before
opening up the bottle and taking a swig.
“It won’t be ready for another fifteen minutes if you want to go
take a shower and change into something more comfortable,” Asher
says as he grabs a grape and bites it.
Looking down at my black jeans and polo shirt I nod, agreeing I
would feel more comfortable getting out of these clothes and no
longer smelling like coffee beans. I make my way to my bedroom
and undress, tossing my clothes into the laundry basket before
making my way to the bathroom. When I first moved into the house,
the other guys offered me the master bedroom downstairs with its
own bathroom. Even though I kept trying to decline it, they wouldn’t
budge, so I caved. I’m thankful they gave me this space, even
though I would have been fine with a room upstairs. I accepted it
that one time because I knew they saw me as the baby, but just this
once I’ll take it.
Reaching into the shower, I twist the knob to turn on the hot
water, then walk over to the mirror to look at myself. I used to
always hate being on the smaller side. Short in height, thin and wiry
with barely any muscles. Back in high school, I was made fun of
almost daily. If I wasn’t being picked on for my size, I was being
picked on for being gay. It took me a long time and watching a lot of
porn before I realized that many men would be attracted to my small
size. I run my hand through my curls, once again debating whether
or not I should keep them. Occasionally, I wonder if they make me
look too much like a kid and think about if I would look older without
them. Huffing, I shake my head and drop my hand. I don’t need to
decide this right now.
Stepping into the shower, I let the water cascade down my body.
There’s no better way to get rid of the day’s grime than to use
scalding hot water and cucumber melon soap. Reaching over, I grab
my shampoo off the ledge and massage a dime sized amount into
my hair. I make sure to gently massage my scalp before rinsing off
all the suds under the spray. Grabbing the conditioner next, I make
sure to only apply it to my ends. I read somewhere you weren’t
supposed to put conditioner on your scalp. Who knows whether it’s
true or not, but my curls have been bouncier and brighter than ever
since I started doing this.
After rinsing my hair, I grab the body wash and start lathering it
all. I work the soap around my chest and then make my way lower.
When I reach for my dick, I can’t stop myself from giving it a pull. I
moan softly and do it again. My mind drifts to Asher in the kitchen
making dinner for us, and my cock jerks, thinking of him doing
something so nice for me. I picture the way he moves around the
kitchen so easily, which quickly turns into the way he looks shirtless
and the way he runs his hands through his hair and then flips his
cap back onto his head. Tossing my head back, I groan and work my
dick faster. Images of Asher flash through my mind at record speed.
The way he smiles softly or chuckles when he finds something funny.
The way his eyes gleam when he’s excited about trying a new
recipe. I feel my balls tighten, and I know I’m close. Closing my
hand around my shaft tighter, I imagine Asher kneeling in front of
me, staring up at me with his whiskey brown eyes. A shiver runs
down my spine and I unleash all over the floor, my cum swirling
down the drain. Bending over, I heave a lungful of air into my chest
before quickly rinsing, then turning off the water and stepping out of
the shower.
I can’t believe I just jerked off to Asher.
Again.
He is starring in all my fantasies lately. He can’t do anything
without turning me on. Using the towel, I dry myself off, then walk
to my dresser and grab a pair of briefs and sweatpants. I slide them
on quickly and run my towel through my hair to dry it. Grabbing a
shirt out of my dresser, I wrangle with the thought of whether or not
to put it on before deciding to leave it off. Maybe I’ll get lucky, and
Asher will ogle my body.
I snort.
Yeah, right.
Walking back to the kitchen, I stop short, inhaling the aromas
once again. The house never smells this good when all the guys are
home. Hopefully, Asher keeps up with his cooking once everyone is
back. The guys would love this just as much as I do. When I reach
the counter, Asher is already sitting on a stool with two plates in
front of him.
“About time you joined me.”
I roll my eyes and slide onto the stool next to him. “Were you or
were you not the one who told me to go and take a shower?”
“I did. But I also didn’t think you would be gone for almost half an
hour.”
Thinking about why I took so long in the shower, my face heats
up. Not wanting to draw attention to my red cheeks, I flip my hand
around in the air. “I like taking long showers. Sue me.”
I grab my fork and knife and cut off a small piece of chicken
before sliding the fork into my mouth.
Holy shit.
“This chicken is fucking amazing, Asher. There’s so many different
flavors exploding on my tongue.” I swirl some pasta onto my fork
and pop it into my mouth before moaning. “Seriously, this is so
good. Please make sure you make this again.” Turning, I look at
Asher, who’s staring at me before he gently clears his throat and
speaks.
“I’m shocked at how well this came out. I was worried it wouldn’t
be good.”
“It’s better than good. It’s an orgasm in my mouth.”
He chuckles, and I realize what I just said. I look away quickly and
feel my cheeks heat, then decide, fuck it. I meant what I said.
“Do you think you’ll keep cooking once the school year starts up
again?” I ask, putting some more food into my mouth.
“I don’t know. I would love to cook here and there, but I know my
schedule is going to be extremely busy with it being my last year.”
“True. True. Well, if I have any say, I think you should make dinner
at least a couple times a week.”
“I don’t know if I could do it a couple times a week. How about
once a week?”
I pretend to think about it, tapping my finger against my chin
lightly. “Ugh fine. Deal. Shake on it?”
I reach my hand out toward his, and he laughs before sliding his
hand into mine. He shakes it and smiles at me softly. Licking my lips,
I watch as he stares at my mouth then nods toward my plate.
“Keep eating.”
“Yes, Dad.” I roll my eyes dramatically, and he huffs out another
laugh.
I’m not sure what’s going on, but it seems like something is
changing between us. The more time we spend together, the more I
notice him looking at me differently. Or at least, it seems like he’s
looking at me differently. The way I catch him staring at my lips, or
the way he stares and quickly looks away when I catch him.
Hopefully, it’s not just wishful thinking. Maybe he’s starting to see
me as more than just a kid.
We end up eating the rest of dinner in silence, apart from my
occasional moaning. I can’t help it, though; the food just tastes so
delicious. There’s chicken on top of pasta, and he even baked some
garlic bread that I’ve been using to soak up the sauce. Asher finishes
his meal first and leans back in his seat, just watching until I finish.
“You want more?” he asks, eyeing my plate.
“No, thanks. I’m good.” Patting my stomach, I watch as he goes to
stand up, and I quickly reach out to stop him. “Nope, I got it.”
Grabbing his plate, I stack it on top of mine before taking them to
the sink. Since the first time he made us dinner, I told him that each
time he cooked for us, I would wash all the dishes. It’s the least I
can do since he’s making sure we eat something delicious. Turning
on the water, I drizzle some soap onto the sponge before using it to
wash the plate. Asher stands up and turns facing me.
“I’m not ready for bed yet. Do you want to go into the living room
and play some video games?”
“Yeah. We can do that. Let me finish washing the dishes and I’ll
meet you there.”
“Here, let me help you. It’ll go quicker.”
I cross my arms over my chest, getting water and soap all over my
body while I glare at him.
“I can do it. I don’t need your help,” I scoff.
“I didn’t say you needed my help. I offered to help. There’s a
difference.” He crosses his arms over his chest, mimicking me.
Rolling my eyes, I stand up taller. “Okay, but I don’t need the help.
Just wait for me in the living room. I’m a big boy.”
Asher puts his hands up in surrender and slowly backs up. I can’t
stop myself from smiling. He always brings out the brat in me and I
can’t control it.
“Fine. I’ll set up the game and see you when you’re done.”
“Good.”
Reaching back down into the sink, I finish washing the dishes, the
smile never leaving my face.
Chapter Three
Asher
Noah
Josh was right. Caleb is nerdy, but definitely attractive. He’s wearing
a sweater vest, for fuck's sake, but somehow, he pulls it off. He’s
been very sweet and welcoming, and I hope I get this job. The
interview is going great, and I'm answering every question he’s
thrown at me. He’s in the middle of another question when the door
to his office squeaks open and a blue-haired man walks in. I look
him up and down, then grin when he flashes me a sweet smile.
“Sorry Caleb. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I didn’t know you were
busy.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Gesturing to me, he smiles. “This is Noah.
He's interviewing for one of the waiter jobs. Noah, this is Deco. He’s
one of the dancers at Peaches.” I send Deco—what kind of name is
that—a wave before dropping my hand back to my lap. “Did you
need something, Deco?”
“Shit, no. Sorry. I was just stopping in before I go get ready. But
I’ll catch you another time when you aren’t busy.”
He leaves as quickly as he appeared, and then the door squeaks
open again.
“It was nice to meet you, Noah,” he says before he disappears
outside the door again.
“Sorry about that. I have no further questions for you. If you are
interested, I would love to give you a tour of the place.”
I nod my head. We get up, making our way out of the office and
into the club area. There’s a bar along one wall filled with tons of
different liquor bottles with different colored lights shining on them.
Directly across from the bar are booths, tables, and chairs, all in
front of a giant stage. In the middle, there’s one lone pole reaching
up to the ceiling. My heart beats fast, thinking of what happens
there.
“It doesn’t seem like much right now because it’s empty, but I
promise it gets better.” Caleb laughs and I chuckle alongside him. I
turn in a circle, admiring the place when Caleb clears his throat. “Are
you interested?”
“Are you hiring me?” Please say yes, I would love to work at a
place like this.
“Uh. Yes. That’s why I asked if you’re interested.” He shakes his
head, but he has a small smile on his face.
“I would love to.” I squeal, then lower my voice and try to appear
calm. “Thank you.”
“Awesome. Can you start tomorrow night?”
“You got it.” He lets me know that I need to come in early
tomorrow to fill out paperwork and get my uniform. We shake on it,
and I head out to make my way home. I can feel the excitement
coursing through my veins. I’m in such a good mood until Asher’s
face pops in my mind and I freeze. Telling Asher is not going to be
easy.
Asher
I ’mOrin hell.
fucking heaven.
»Luonnollisesti saatte.»
Mitä minuun tulee — no niin, minä olin äkkiä alkanut ihailla sinisiä
silmiä.
»No, jos hän tottelee neuvoani, niin hän ei nouse ylös koko
matkan aikana. Hänen on annettava sydämelleen niin vähän työtä
kuin mahdollista, muuten se loppuu kokonaan vielä laivamatkalla.
Hänellä ei ole paljon toisin menettelemisen varaa.»
»Tiedän — 'Avez-vous-du-vin?'»
»Sitä minä en anna hänelle, jos vain haluatte käyttää sitä vielä»,
panin vastaan.
»Ei se merestä johdu», väitin; ja kun nyt oli kuutamo, kaunis ilta ja
houkutteleva tilaisuus — »aika, paikka ja rakastettu, kaikki yhdessä»
— niin en tiedä mihin hullutuksiin olisin tehnytkään itseni syypääksi,
jos ei tuo nuori tyttö olisi äkkiä hypännyt esiin huudahtaen kovasti.
Nyökkäsin.
Hän sanoi hyvää yötä ja vei äitinsä mukanaan hyttiin. Minä menin
heti etsimään laivan lääkäriä ja tapasin hänet salonkiportaiden
alapäässä.
»Sitä hän ei tehnyt, ainakin hän oli lakannut siitä. Olettehan kuullut
sekä herra Roycelta että hovimestarilta, että hän oli paranemaan
päin, iloisempi ja muuten enemmän kaltaisensa. Minkä vuoksi hän
olisi uudelleen antautunut surun valtaan?»
»Lorua! Mitä syytä heillä olisi ollut epäillä teitä? Se oli päinvastoin
juuri sen vuoksi, että he eivät epäilleet teitä, sen vuoksi että he
tahtoivat tehdä teidän mieliksenne ja tuuletuttaa huoneenne; sanalla
sanoen, sen vuoksi että te pyysitte heitä menemään — he menivät
noutamaan noiden ikkunalukkojen avaimia. Ne olivat tietysti
Martignylla.»
»Osaanne?»
»Tietysti.»
»Ja niin olisi aivan luonnollista, että menitte hänen luokseen niin
pian kuin saitte tietää hänen olevan sairaana. Vältellä häntä olisi
samaa kuin tunnustaa epäilevänne häntä.»
»Eikö mitä, sitä en ole tehnyt; olen vain näyttänyt teille, että olette
sivuuttanut pikku seikat. Ja uskon teidän olevan oikeassa mitä tulee
vaaraan, joka johtuisi käynnistänne Martignyn luona. Ensimmäinen
velvollisuutemme on neiti Holladayta kohtaan; meidän on
pelastettava hänet, ennenkuin Martigny ennättää varoittaa
rikostovereitaan, niin että he vievät hänet jonnekin, josta emme voi
häntä löytää.»