Undeniably Asher (The Colloway Brothers Book 2)(29)
And with that, the tall, lanky, pimply teenager manning the game glides into the small dark space, gives us instructions, makes sure we all know how to use our guns, and sets us loose in a darkened room that reminds me of a cheap western movie set, complete with painted pressed wood and glow paint.
I’ve never seen someone so focused on winning before and I never really understood true sibling rivalry until I saw the four of them in action. They all even brought their own black facemasks, which made them look like a bunch of bank robbers. About halfway through our allotted time, Livia and I hunkered down in a corner and tried to stay out of the melee. They all came out with a few scratches, but Asher could’ve cared less.
He won.
By ten points.
My cell, which I’ve laid on the side of the tub, begins to ring. I practically squeal when I see it’s Asher. I have no freaking idea why I’m acting like a besotted teenager around him and how I so quickly went from trying to fight this to caving in like wet sand.
“Hi,” I answer breathlessly.
“Hi yourself.” His voice sounds sweet, decadent. Like warm melted dark chocolate over sea-salted caramel. “Just wanted to see if you you’ve settled in okay.”
“I did. Thanks for the flowers. And the champagne.” And the reminder that at some unknown point in the near future you’re going to be doing some unknown wicked things to me.
“You’re welcome, gorgeous.”
“Do you do that for everyone who stays here?”
“Only the hot ones,” he chuckles.
“Wow. I feel special.”
“You are, Alyse,” he says quietly, sincerely.
Swoon.
“I should have called or texted earlier, but I had to unpack and get some food and meet Livia and her friends for dinner and wedding planning and time just slipped away from me, so…” I’m rambling, stupidly. I always ramble when I get nervous.
He laughs. “It’s fine.” Pausing, he adds, “Is it wrong that I miss you so much and it’s only been three days?”
I sigh and smile, my insides quivering. My nipples have hardened to sharp points. “You miss me?”
“Yes. Very much,” he rasps. Clearing his throat, he says, “So…what are you up to now?”
“I’m not sure I should tell you,” I tease.
“Oooohhh. Do tell. Are you doing something naughty?”
“Ah, not at the moment.” Unless the fact my free hand is now slinking underneath the water to the juncture of my thighs counts.
“Are you naked?” His raspy voice drops an octave and it feels like he just rubbed his whiskers over my clit.
I hesitate for several moments before responding. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Fucking hell, Alyse,” he groans, lust thickening his voice. “Are you in bed, baby?”
“No. Bath.” I close my eyes, wondering what the hell I’m doing. I could have just as easily told him I was sitting on the couch in mismatched pajamas with my glasses on and my hair in a messy bun, but nooooo…
“Christ, baby.” He sounds in physical pain. I don’t know why, but it makes me smile. And the fact that he’s used endearments several times has not gone by without notice. “Is your hand on your pussy?”
“Asher…”
“Yes or no?”
Damn, he’s bossy. And it’s so fucking hot.
“Yes,” I barely mutter.
“Are you thinking of me?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Make yourself come. I want to hear you.”
Why does he make me crave following every single command, like I’d drop dead on the spot if I disappointed him? “Asher, I—”
“Alyse, you said yes.”
“I didn’t know saying yes would mean I’d have to follow your every whim,” I snip with more ire than I’m feeling. I want to do this probably more than he wants me to, but I also need him to know he doesn’t control me.
“You should have asked more questions then, I guess.” I hear the smile in his voice.
“You were stealing my thoughts.”
“Now you know what I’ve been going through,” he replies. Softly. Earnestly. And suddenly my lust is back with full force. “Now, put me on speaker so you don’t drop your phone in the water.”
I do. Silently.
“You there, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Touch yourself, Alyse. I want to hear your voice hitch when you come. Fuck, I want to hear you moan my name when you fall apart.”
My eyes tumble closed as my hand once again reaches my clit. Even though I’m in the bath, I feel my arousal, thick and silky. My body instinctually responds to Asher’s voice, his dirty words. Him.