Fucking hell.
She’s perfect. My dream woman, born straight from my fantasies.
I’m instantly hard again, and this is becoming problematic. If I don’t fuck her soon, I may die of blue balls.
And that’s my cue to leave. Before I say fuck it and throw all caution to the wind.
Time to manipulate her a little further before I go. “Let me know when you plan to tell your boyfriend you let me finger fuck you in the shower. Don’t forget to mention how you gushed all over my fingers. I love a good fireworks display.”
Rage sparks in her eyes as she shoves my chest, and I almost lose my balance. My arm flies out, and I grab the tile wall on the right before I land flat on my ass. I straighten up and reach over, turning off the shower to be on the safe side.
“You won’t breathe a word to Chad.” Pain is etched all over her face.
“What’s in it for me?”
“You already got a reward,” she spits out, purposely eyeballing my crotch.
Guess I wasn’t so circumspect after all. “That doesn’t count. If you want my silence, you need to pay for it.”
“Fine.” She glares at me. “I’ll pay your invoice.”
I shake my head, smirking. “That deal was a one-time thing. It’s no longer on the table.”
Her nostrils flare, and her hands ball up at her sides. I like that she doesn’t attempt to cover herself in front of me. I like that Ashley owns who she is. “What do you want?”
“I’ll think about it and get back to you.” I have a few ideas, but I want to carefully consider which one will have the most impact. Which one will bring me closer to my end goal.
A muscle clenches in her jaw, but she jerks her head in agreement—it’s not like she has any choice.
I grab two towels from the heated towel rack when I get out, passing one to her. She snatches it from me with a glower, and I chuckle. “Hate me all you want, dollface.” Wrapping my towel around my body, I peer deep into her angry, fearful brown eyes. “But you didn’t hate my fingers inside you.” I smack a quick kiss against her lips before she can preempt the movement. “Think about that next time you’re masturbating on your bed.”
ChapterTwenty
Ares
I’m in a super good mood as I head out Saturday morning to meet Shoulders and Rocky. Watching Ash fuss over Chad before he left for the stadium was priceless. She glared at me behind his back any chance she got, but she couldn’t disguise the sheer terror lingering behind her bloodshot eyes.
I am going to enjoy dragging this out and tormenting her.
I know she won’t tell him. She can’t risk it. She’s already lost Jase and she knows if she fesses up, she’ll lose Chad too. It’s why she fixed her bedroom door before he returned home and realized I’d broken into their little sex sanctuary.
I’ve got her by the balls, so to speak, and we both know it.
Fun times are ahead.
My friends are waiting for me at our usual table in the dingy diner in Fenton when I arrive.
“We ordered already,” Shoulders says as I slide into the booth across from him.
His nickname wasn’t plucked out of thin air. Dude might only be eighteen, but he’s built like a tank. His massive shoulders take up most of the space on his side of the booth. Ewan—Shoulders’s real name—got a lot of shit senior year at Fenton High because his shoulders are disproportionate to the rest of his body. The guy works out religiously, and he’s seriously ripped, but his shoulders are just so wide compared to the rest of his body it’s comical.
The three of us spent most of our senior year flattening assholes for insulting him.
At least it helped to break up the monotony. Pretending to be eighteen and attending high school when you’re twenty-one was no picnic, so I took the highs where I could find them.
“Ordered your regular,” Rocky confirms from beside me. My other high school buddy is shorter and stockier than Shoulders but no less muscular. With his cropped black hair, face tattoo, full-body ink, and various piercings, my nineteen-year-old fellow Bull is a scary motherfucker.
I picked both of them for a reason, and it’s a friendship that continues to pay dividends.
