He rolls his eyes. "I just don't know if you'll want to be here when I have a house full of rowdy hockey players if you're trying tostudy. But if you do stay let me know and I'll make sure to order you food."
I nod, "okay, thanks Leon. I'll let you know." I climb the rest of the stairs to my room.
Chapter 20
Tip twenty; You can practice disabling your gag reflex by placing a phallic shaped object in your mouth and resting it on the back for 30 seconds and repeat. Be careful though, please don't choke. Know when to stop. Repeat daily until desired results. You know the saying, practice makes perfect.
Ivy
His head slips between her legs, fingers stippling into her thighs to hold her open for him, his eyes feasting on what he will soon be tasting.
He looks up and grins like a devil.
My bedroom door opens but I hardly notice, too engrossed in the words dancing off the page of my book.
The mattress dips and I finally glance over the book, eyes catching Asher's.
My stomach dips, butterflies taking flight and I lay the book on my chest to give my hands something to do that's not touch him and kiss him and . . .
"What are you reading?"
I shrug, eyes moving to the door to where I know I can hear the rest of the team. "Don't you have a meeting? My brothers been talking about it all week."
Asher shrugs, "told them I needed to piss."
I scrunch my nose and then jerk up, reaching for the book as Asher snatches it from its resting spot and stands from the bed.
"Ash." I hiss, trying not to yell and gain my brothers attention or god forbid - any of the team's attention.
The last thing I need is for my brother storming in here and finding his best friend. Asher raises a brow at me as he begins reading, his lips moving to form the words as he reads, yet no sound escapes him.
It's kind of cute.
I resign myself to the loss and just sit and watch as his eyes slowly widen and brow quirks.
My stomach does that weird rolling thing when his eyes come to rest on me. "Lay back."
I blink at the command, tilting my head. "What?"
"Lay back down, with your head on the pillow."
I do, feeling my heart beating too fast.
He gives me back the book, "you can keep reading."
I furrow my brows, this not going anywhere I thought it was and then I hide my embarrassment behind the book, looking at the words but not actually seeing them.
It's not until I feel the bed dip and my eyes flash over the book to find a grinning Asher.
"Focus, Ivy." He chides.
I blink and look back at the book, biting my bottom lip as the page blurs from the amount of focus I'mnotputting on it.
Asher's hands settle on my hips, fingers hooking under the waist of my pyjama pants and then he's pulling them down my legs and throwing them on the ground. My stomach dips.
The mattress shifts a little, but I stay staring at the book, not wanting Asher to stop whatever he's doing.
"Ivy?"
