“Fuck,” I groan as my dick gets hotter in my hand.
Harper doesn’t touch herself; she doesn’t do anything but stand there and watch me. Her eyes are locked on my hand, andI groan again as I get closer. Her lips part with anticipation; it’s as if she is the one getting off.
“Fuck me,” I moan again as my body releases. I brace my hand against the steaming glass of the shower, and everything goes white in front of me. The orgasm is so intense and utterly blinding that I close my eyes.
Moments later as my body relaxes, I open my eyes.
Harper is gone.
This girl is going to kill me.
Chapter 14
Harper
The only thing more awkward than masturbating in front of Asher is having dinner with Asher afterward.
We have dinner outside on the patio, and it’s quiet. Ash suggested itbecause it’s a lovely evening. I think we were both afraid that the dining room would be too quiet. At least out here we have the sound of birds and the ocean lapping the shore.
Both of us are quiet. Not one word. We aren’t avoiding conversation, but after what happened, I don’t think either of us know what to say. So we sit there, eating grilled shrimp fajitas and sipping margaritas in utter silence.
“The drinks are good,” he says, and I nearly choke, covering my mouth with a napkin.
“Thanks. It’s just margarita mix,” I say quickly.
“I didn’t realize we had that,” he says.
“It was in the mini bar. Underneath.”
“How interesting.”
We both stare at one another because it’s not interesting. What’s interesting is that we have spent the last several days cooped up in a cabana trying to keep our hands off each other. We’ve had to constantly remind ourselves that this entire affairis off limits because my brother is his best friend and I’m unavailable for that very reason.
I keep small talk going because the silence is deafening.
“Any update on the roads?” I ask.
“Nope. Still blocked,” he says, and I nod. Because this is who we’ve become now that I have seen him and he has seen me.
I just didn’t realize that it would be so…and look so…and make me feel so…
I guess what I didn’t realize is that everything I read in the books, all the ways things are described and the way things look, and the way the main character feels…were fairly accurate. I feel like most of the women I know talk about romance and erotica books like they are overdone. Elaborated. Spicy so that average women can read above average stories about men who are more enticing than the ones they chose in real life.
But from my limited experience, that is not the case.
Then again, Asher Levine isn’t your average man. I’ve just had a crash course on just how above average he is. Smart, funny, and sexy. God, is he fucking sexy!
My phone buzzes. My stomach flip flops, thinking it might be Daniel. I am relieved when I see that it’s Darlene.
“Excuse me,” I say, and Asher nods. Everything about this is weird.
“Hey,” I say as I walk away from Asher.
“Well if it isn’t the runaway bride,” she jokes, and I roll my eyes. But I’m so relieved to talk to her that my eyes sting with tears. Rolling them is a preventative measure to ensure I don’t fall apart completely.
“I didn’t run away. I was carried,” I argue with a smile.
“Ah yes. I remember now. So romantic,” she sighs, and I laugh. “So when can we hang out? I’m going crazy over here.”
