Undeniably Asher (The Colloway Brothers Book 2)(24)

Him.

Moments later a throat clearing in the background freezes us. I would have jumped a mile away from Asher given the chance, but he has me pinned in place. He doesn’t move a muscle, except to slowly pull his mouth from mine. Heated eyes bore into my panicked ones like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

There is so much he’s trying to convey to me in that moment, but the only thing I hear is you’re mine now. The thought makes my core practically weep with joy and my heart race in sheer terror.

“Everyone’s ready to go,” Conn jibes in almost a singsong voice. “You two lovebirds coming or you going to pussy out on me this year, Ash?”

Asher’s eyes never leave mine when he leans in for a final quick peck before turning toward his twin. “Game on, little brother.”

“By four minutes. Jesus H, are you ever going to let that go?”

“You know I’m not.” Asher laughs.

I’m so incredibly embarrassed to be caught making out that I can’t even look Conn in the eyes, my gaze falling anywhere but on him. I have no doubt in less than a minute Asher’s hand would have been down my pants, and, oh God, I would have let him. I only hope no one else has walked by this secluded part of the house, especially my sister. I roll my eyes in disgust, unable to believe I’m acting so wanton in someone else’s home.

“You goin’, babe?” Conn asks me, forcing me to look at him. The smirk on his face almost makes me laugh. He’s enjoying goading Asher. Immensely.

Asher pulls me to his side, growling at his brother. “Call her that again and I’m going to fuck up that pretty face of yours.” Conn laughs loudly at that, but Asher is not amused.

My mind is a jumble of racing thoughts. It feels like it’s been stuck in a blender and someone has pushed the pulse button. I need to go home and take a cold shower…or a dozen of them. Or maybe an ice bath. I need time to breathe, think, pound my head against the wall so I knock some sense into my stupid self. I need time to work on my pros and cons. Correction, I need time to work on my cons. Why does it seem like I’ve made a deal with the devil? Surely I can still change my mind. I start to answer that no, I’m absolutely not coming, when Asher interrupts.

“Yes, she’s going.”

Caveman much?

“Hey, shouldn’t I get to decide?”

He turns, pressing me against the glass once more, completely indifferent to the fact that his brother’s watching every move, listening to every word. “You said yes.”

“I—are you delusional? You don’t own me. I make my own decisions.” Jesus, this man infuriates me as much as he sexes me up.

His eyes glitter with mirth. “You remember what I said last time you said those words to me?”

“Fuck you. You don’t own me.”

“Not yet I don’t, sweet Alyse.”

I could only nod. Not only did I remember, I replayed those six words constantly, especially in the dark of night when I used my vibrator. We’re becoming besties lately. I may have even named him AJ when I found that Asher’s middle name is James. Pathetic? Maybe. But I’m not ashamed, though I wouldn’t go around renting a billboard advertising it either.

“Are you always so disagreeable, Alyse?”

“Are you always so dominating, Asher?”

Leaning toward my ear, he lowers his voice so only we can hear. Hot breath tickles my lobe and travels downward between my thighs. “Yes, I am. You love it, Alyse. Your eyes dilate and your breath hitches with every dirty, demanding word. And the thought of owning every inch of not only your gorgeous body, but your heart and soul has me so fucking hard, I’m having to fight myself not to make you mine right here.”

“Asher…” My voice is barely audible. My pussy now has its own heartbeat. I have no idea if Conn is still standing there, watching the show we’re putting on, but he could sell tickets and I don’t think I’d protest, because I don’t want this fluttery feeling in the pit of my stomach to stop. God, I have never felt like this before.

“Tell me you’re wet.”

“Asher, God.” My eyes drift shut. All I want is for cool glass to be pressing against my flushed naked skin while he moves inside of me.

“Tell me.” His tongue darts out to trace the shell of my ear. I have to bite my lip not to voice the moan hovering in the back of my throat. I think I actually draw blood I bite so hard. “Tell me, Alyse. Fuck, tell me how soaked you are right now for me.”

I can’t deny it. I can’t deny him. “I am.” Pulling me flush to him, he curses low in my ear and it jumps straight to my sex. I’ve never wanted to strip my clothes in front of an audience before, but damn if that thought isn’t just running wild through my fuzzy, sex-addled head. Damn, he is good.