The microphone cuts out, and I can see them start to argue. I quickly set down my guitar to join them once again before things can escalate. When I leave the soundproof booth, their voices fill the space while they go back and forth.
“What are you even doing here?” Grayson asks.
“Rae invited me. You mad you don’t get to have her alone?”
“Stop,” I scold them both, and they turn their attentiontoward me. “You’re here because I wanted youbothhere, but not if you’re going to keep fighting.”
I’m hauled into Asher as he snakes one arm around my stomach, my chest slamming into his causing a huff of air to escape. “Maybe he should just leave us alone. We seem to have a good time without him around.”
I push at his chest, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead he flips me around so my back is flush against his chest. Grayson is watching, jaw ajar. I expect to see hurt or jealousy in his gaze, instead it’s something else. Intrigue, maybe?
“Or do you think he would want to see? Maybe he could take some notes about what you like,” Asher taunts, speaking against my ear, while my eyes stay locked on Grayson’s.
“Trust me, I don’t need to take notes.” Grayson smirks.
“Oh, that’s news. Did you two finally fuck?”
“None of your business,” I snap.
“You did.” Asher chuckles. “Good job. I thought if you hadn’t by this point you never would.”
I feel like I’m not really standing here between them, but Asher’s tight grip around me, and Grayson’s focused gaze has me realizing that this isallabout me.
“Yeah, well none of us thought you would ever be back and here you are.” My friend shrugs.
“Maybe I came back for Rae.” Asher rests his chin on my shoulder. I rear back, turning to try and look at him because I don’t believe that for a second and I don’t think Grayson does either.
“Or to try and piss me off,” Grayson counters.
“I don’t think yougetpissed off. What do you have to be mad about? You have the perfect little life, your perfect family, and now the perfect girl, right?” He pulls me against him even harder; my ass is against his groin.Is he really hard right now?
Grayson doesn’t say anything, but he clenches his jaw and I recognize that look. It’s one he would do when he was trying to avoid a fight with Easton. Because he thought if he didn’t engagethen Easton would stop and things wouldn’t escalate any further.
Asher continues, “Are you a good girl for him, Rae. Are you hisSunshine?”
“Why do you care?” I practically whisper.
“Because I can see it. But I also could see how you were with me. Does he know about that night?”
Again, I watch Grayson’s reaction, though he’s doing his best not to give Asher one.
I nod once.
“And he’s still here?” Asher lets out a low whistle. “I bet you could get him to do whatever you want, couldn’t you?” His voice drops lower. “Grayson Wheeler, your little puppy dog.”
“No he’s not,” I deny weakly.
“Yeah? Try. See if he’ll be a good boy for you.”
Grayson still hasn’t said anything. Just watches with wide eyes as Asher’s hand slides across my stomach, whispering the words in my ear. My eyes shoot up to my best friend’s.
I hesitate for a moment, but think about what it would be like to see if Asher’s right. How far would Grayson let me take this?
“Get on your knees,” I command gently, feeling weird to take control.
My best friend keeps his eyes on mine, and after several seconds that seemed to drag on, he does it without protest. My jaw drops as I watch him slide onto the carpet, on his knees.For me.
Asher lets out a low sound that sends a shiver down my spine. “What else can you get him to do?”
