“Not with my fingers.” I say, gliding my thumb over her bottom lip. With my other hand, I run my fingers through her hair.
“Seriously, Gable? What do you think I have in myhair?”
I grip her hair, and pull her close so abruptly that she almost loses her footing. “Keep answering back and I’ll fill your mouth, see how quickly you can cry that mascara off.”
She bites her lip. “I’d be up for that. But why don’t you be a good boy first and eat my pussy? I don’t think we had time for that before.”
I back her up until she’s leaning against the arm of the couch. Releasing her hair, I kneel, hooking one of her legs over my shoulder. I’m hard as a goddamn rock, and being this close to her is not helping my willpower, but if this is going to be my last chance to fuck Monty, I’m going to take my sweet-ass time.
I run my tongue between her legs, and she gasps, fingers gripping my hair. She places her other leg over my shoulder, and I grip her ass, pulling her fully against my mouth.
Fuck, she tastes good. She smells even better.
She moans, grinding against my mouth, and …
Is she leaning back?
I pause and open my eyes. She looks down at me, twisting herself back into position. She’d been reaching for her shoe.
“What’s wrong?” she asks innocently. Too fucking innocently.
I pull her leg off me and snatch off her shoe, pulling off her heel and glowering at her.
“What the fuck is this?” I ask, holding up the syringe.
She flutters her lashes. “An accessory?”
“Okay, let’s see what it does.” I hold it against her thigh, and she yelps before I pierce the skin.
“No! It’s …” She flutters her lashes. “It’s just to help you sleep, that’s all.”
I stand and grip the back of her neck. “And why would you want that, Monty?”
“I’m concerned you’re not getting your eight to ten hours?” I hold the syringe against her throat, and she winces. “Okay, fine, just stop! That shit makes you groggy for days.”
I grip her neck tighter. “Talk, Monty.”
She rolls her eyes. “Can’t we fuck first? I was enjoying myself.” I press the syringe, not breaking her skin, but close. “Ugh, fine. The bounty has been upped.”
I frown. “On us?”
“God, you’re dense. No, not on you. On her.”
Chapter 20
Ella
Isqueeze Asher tighter, cuddling him on the bed, my stomach finally settling. I haven’t puked, thankGod—that would have been so embarrassing. The ginger ale worked, and my second one is on the nightstand, but Asher’s fingers running through my hair is what’s bringing me back to life.
When I opened the door to him earlier, he’d looked so concerned, and I’m glad he’s here. I like that he worries about me, even when my pain is self-inflicted.
“Remind me never to drink tequila and run.” I sigh.
“Why were you even running?”
Because your brother is a total asshole and hurt my feelings.
“I can’t remember.”
