I eye her like “don’t leave me alone with him right now,” but she just smirks at me and slips out the door.
Asher strokes his fingers delicately down my arm, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in his wake. “I thought we said no more running.” His large frame crowds me.
I back up till I hit the cold tile wall, my heart hammering in a way I really don’t want it to right now. Why do I turn to a pile of mush when he’s near? Part of me still wants to slip from his grasp and run until my legs won’t let me anymore. It feels safer than having to deal with the real stuff. I tip my head up defiantly. “I wasn’t running, I was getting some air, alone. There’s a difference, Asher. I should be allowed time alone when I’m feeling like I can’t breathe. That is normal.”
His gaze runs over my face, a distance to him. “Feels like you’re running from me.” His fingers stop at my chin, cupping my face lovingly. There is no escaping them, there is always one of them with me. One of them wants something from me. His other hand runs into the back of my hair, his fingers digging in savagely as he tilts my head back more roughly than I was expecting him to, positioning me just the way he wants me. At his mercy.
My breathing becomes more ragged, not sure what he’s about to do. He’s sexy like this but also kind of terrifying.
Without warning, he claims my mouth with his, kissing me roughly.
My head goes all foggy. This is what they do to me. I can’t think straight around them. As he ravishes my mouth, his hands slip under my ass, and he picks me up, pushing me onto the countertop, shoving his hips in between my legs so they’re forced out wide.
“You need a better random place you’ve been fucked story,” he mutters into my lips.
I blink up at him. Oh my God. I can’t help but grin back at him as I shake my head. Of course that’s what he took away from the stupid questionnaire. “My story is just fine. Besides, I didn’t give you any details. Maybe it was hot as hell and you could never top it.” My smirk twists, trying to get a rise out of him for even bringing it up.
His eyes narrow, heat radiating off him, and I’m not sure if it’s out of anger or lust. “And I didn’t ask for details, but I know I can fuck you better than he did.”
I place a hand on his chest, trying to get some distance so I can breathe. “Are you jealous, Asher?”
His fingers trace the inside of my thigh all the way up to my panties as he laughs darkly.
I suck in a shaky breath, my heart kicking up a beat.
His lips twist as he strokes between my legs over my silk panties. “I have nothing to be jealous over. Not when you’re this hot for me and I haven’t done anything yet.” He inhales deeply, his eyes darkening even further. He shoves my panties to the side, his eyes locking onto mine as he holds them there, my pussy exposed to the cool air.
“What are you waiting for?” I whimper. My body is lit up all over, my nipples pebbling hard against the soft fabric of my bra, my pussy dripping wet, begging for him to do his worst.
“To see that look on your pretty face.”
I blink back at him. “What look?” I whisper, moving my hips, trying to get him to touch me.
His eyes narrow in on mine, making my pussy throb. “That look that tells me you’re so desperate for me, you will let me do anything I want to your perfect little body.”
My heart pounds harder, threatening to beat right out of my chest. “Fuck, Ash, you can’t say stuff like that to me.”
“Why, because it’s true? Your body never lies to me, little princess. You can hide your feelings when it all gets too real allyou want, but I know the truth.” He pushes two thick fingers deep inside me, and I cry out, my voice echoing off the tile walls.
I cover my mouth to hide the moan, but it’s too late.
His grin widens, all charming and playful, and Ash, he’s so damn gorgeous like this. “Let me see, how would my princess like to be fucked?” He pumps his fingers in and out of me, his eyes never leaving mine for a second.
I want to shy away, tell him we can’t, not here in Sloane’s new club’s bathroom, but I can’t. He’s sucking me into his overwhelming vortex, and I’m frozen, heat throbbing through me as his skilled fingers toy with me.
“Do I fuck you just like this, gripping onto your hips as I fill you over and over again and let your sweet cries vibrate off the walls? So anyone out there knows who you belong to?”
I nod. “Yes.”
His eyes gleam with menace, and he leans his head in to suck on my neck so roughly I know it’s going to mark. “Or do I turn you around and fuck your tight little asshole like he did.”
Goosebumps skate over my skin from his dirty words, but also because how does he know? There is no way Jagger told him what we got up to. No way in hell.
But I can tell the cheeky bastard does, and he wanted me to know it too. His hand snakes up my chest, and I think he’s going to grab my breasts, but instead, he presses his palm to my heart. “Yeah, that’s the one that gets my girl’s heart racing. You like it dirty, don’t you?”
“Asher,” I mutter his name in warning, but it’s already too late. He’s right, he knows how to read my body like he’s been studying the manual for years, and that’s exactly what I want. Screwing hard and dirty I can handle way better than admitting my feelings to any of them.
In one move, he pulls me from the counter and spins me around, bent over to face the mirror. He shoves my short skirtup and pulls my panties down so my ass is bare. Then his hand claps down over my cheek, the slapping sound echoing off the walls.
