“Do you think they charge for this stuff?” Austin asks, opening the vodka.
Asher opens his mouth to say yes but only purses his lips and sighs. I go into the bedroom and Asher follows me in with his bag.
“I need to change,” I say.
He digs through his bag and looks up at me. “Okay?”
“Boundaries, Asher, boundaries,” I remind him again as I sit at the end of the bed trying to get the clasp of the heels. I hear Ty yell out that the Uber will be here in seven minutes. So much for a pregame, I think as I struggle with the heels. Asher comes around the bed with a sigh and kneels on the floor before me, working on the shoe.
Ty then yells out that they’re going to the lobby.
Asher gets the first heel off, then works on unclasping the other. In my head this is romantic. In my head he takes his time. He slides off the heel, but his other hand stays on my leg, and his mouth presses slow kisses all the way up my leg until—
“What?” he asks, breaking me from the daydream, and I realize I am staring down at him.
“What? Nothing. Let’s... We need to hurry.” I stand, reaching up the back of the dress, trying to get at the zipper. “I can’t get this.”
“How do you manage to undress yourself when no one is around?” he says sarcastically as I turn around so he can get it. “It’s stuck.” He yanks on the unmoving zipper.
“Pull harder.”
He gives it one hard pull and I hear a pop as the zipper breaks.“Well...”He trails off.
“Okay, no problem, I’ll just... pull it up, then.” I grab at the bottom hem and start to pull it up but it’s tight and I realize halfway up that I can’t get it over my chest and head without help. “Go get Ty,” I say uncomfortably.
“She’s probably in the Uber by now. I’ll just do it,” he says.
“I don’t want you to do it,” I argue back, because I don’t have a bra on under this tight dress that I feel like I’m now suffocating in.
Asher stands back and crosses his arms. “I’m not calling her for this.”
“Then I just won’t go.” I attempt to throw up my arms, but they’re already stuck in an upward motion. He tries to hold back a laugh because we both know if he doesn’t help me then I’m stuck like this.
“Stubborn,” he mutters.
“Fine, just... make it quick. And don’t look.” I put my arms up straight so he can pull it the rest of the way over my head. He rips the dress from me, up and over my head in one swift move. I lose my balance, grabbing onto him for support, and he catches me around my bare back. He looks down and I bring up my other arm to cover my chest. His eyes darken and I suck in a breath.
In my head he kisses me then, and it takes me by surprise—but no, this isn’t in my head, this is happening. He lets go of me, breaking the kiss, and grabs my phone from the bed, tossing it at me.
“Tell your friend we’re not going.”
“What?” I say, a little breathless. He doesn’t need to repeat himself as he takes off his sweater. I fumble with my phone, texting Ty to head there without us and we’ll meet them.
Asher kneels down in front of me again, digging his fingers into the waistline of my tights and rolling them down slowly. Ty only sends me back a winky face as Asher starts kissing up my thighs.
“Boundaries,” I breathe, saying it more to myself than him.
“Then tell me to stop,” he says, looking up at me. Butstopsuddenly feels like a word I never learned. I wouldn’t know how to pronounce it if I tried. He takes my silence for what it is and stands again, starting to unbuckle his pants, staring at me. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me.” He takes the belt off, tossing it on the ground. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. When I’m with another girl, I’m wishing they were you. I can’t focus, I can barely sleep.” His pants are off and I can see his erection bulging through his boxers and I’m practically panting. “And I don’t even know why,” he continues, “because all we do is fucking fight.”
He backs me up to the bed before lifting me up and laying me down. He kisses me, hard, and my hips instinctively move up to meet his. I slide a hand down to palm him through his boxers and he moans in my mouth. He kisses down my body, his fingers roaming around my inner thighs, until he reaches my chest. He bites down on my nipple as he slides a finger through me, earning a cry from me at the mix of pleasure and pain, and I think I may be way in over my head with him. His mouth continues down, down, down, until his tongue replaces his fingers and he makes a noise like he’s drinking water for the first time after being lost in the desert.
It doesn’t take me long, not long at all, when his tongue is flicking over that sensitive bundle of nerves at my core. I see stars and I say his name over and over, as the orgasm rips through me. He doesn’t let up until I go thoroughly limp beneath him. He crawls back up and I pull his mouth to mine. When we roll over so that he’s on his back, he flinches.
“Ow, fuck,” Asher curses, and sits upright, holding me on his lap. He pulls back the covers and there in the middle of the bed is a small black gun. We both stare at it, our breaths rising and falling in tandem. “Did you bring a gun here?” he says finally, bedroom eyes replaced with concern.
“No, did you?”
“No.”
