Undeniably Asher (The Colloway Brothers Book 2)(66)

Women are catty. Possessive. Some are downright mean-ass bitches. That’s the category Trudy falls into, so when she spots me with my arm around Alyse, I can already see the claws emerge and whites around her eyes turn a smoky green.

Like many women over the last four years, she wanted more than I would offer. She thought she’d change me. Catch me. She couldn’t. None of them could. I now know why.

I was waiting for Alyse.

“Asher, how nice to see you again,” Trudy’s high, syrupy voice sings.

Quickly assessing the situation, her eyes bounce back and forth between Alyse and myself, whom I possessively have pulled into me. There’s no doubt we’re here on a date. And Trudy has never seen me here with another woman.

“Trudy.” I nod politely. “Reservations for two.”

“Sure, sweetie,” she replies with such false sweetness it could cause an instant cavity. She snares two menus and the wine list before turning, expecting us to follow. I can only hope she leads us in silence to our table, but that would be far too much to ask because Trudy is both classless and a grade-A bitch. We had a quick fuck against the bathroom wall once in a moment of weakness, or should I say sheer idiocy. She’s made me regret it ever since.

“So, Asher,” she calls from ahead of us, “if you’re not busy later, there’s this quaint new club that just opened in Old Town.”

Alyse’s steps falter momentarily. Her eyes widen as she turns to look at me. I shake my head, speechless. I don’t even dignify her disrespect of Alyse with a response, because I do not want to lower myself to her standards, and if I open my mouth right now, that’s exactly what I’ll do.

Once we reach a fairly secluded booth in the back of the restaurant, I help Alyse off with her coat, then take mine off and let her slide in first, with me right behind. I could sit on the other side, but I don’t want to be that far away from her.

“It could be just like old times.” She winks, handing us our menus, but never takes her eyes from me. “You’re the only one that does that thing with your tongue I like. You know.”

“That’s enough,” I growl. I’ve never had my tongue anywhere on or near that bitch.

“No, no. It’s okay, Asher. I’d really like to hear more,” Alyse says with a sweet smile pasted on her face. She scoots right next to me, placing her hand high on my thigh, a move that is not missed by Trudy. If she moves her pinky slightly she’ll be touching my cock, which is now starting to harden at the thought. I put my arm around her, circling the bare skin of her shoulder lightly with my index finger.

Trudy stands there dumbfounded, not knowing exactly how to answer, and suddenly, instead of feeling nervous, I’m insanely proud. I relax, sit back, and enjoy the show. Alyse just checkmated Trudy, beating her at her own damn game. I have to hold back my laughter at the verbal lashing Alyse is about to rain down.

“Uh…”

“If you mean how he moves it in achingly slow circles, teasing, but neeever quite touching until you’re mindless with the need to come, but then he flicks it so fast on the sweet spot you’d swear he just turned into a human vibrator, then, God yes, I’ve been on the receiving end of that. Many times. Honestly, his tongue is Olympic gold-medal worthy.”

My hand tightens on Alyse’s shoulder at her wicked diatribe. Trudy’s face turns a progressively deeper shade of pink with every word.

“But if there’s a new trick he hasn’t tried on me yet, doubtful because I think we’ve even invented some new ones, I’d love to hear it so we can try it out later. Maybe even before we leave.” Then Alyse’s pinky snakes up and her nail scratches my stiff shaft, causing my entire body to jerk.

Trudy catches the movement and I swear her head is about to explode. She huffs and spins, muttering a string of curse words under her breath, which I don’t all catch, but I clearly hear motherfucker and cunt mixed in. Yep. She’s classy.

After she’s out of earshot, Alyse starts to say something, but I’m on her in a flash, cutting her off.

With my mouth.

And my tongue.

And my moan.

I kiss her deep and long and passionately until we’re both breathless. “You are extraordinary. I want to fuck you right here.”

Her eyes flare, not with fear, but with desire. Just like that, my nervousness about the evening dissipates.

“Oh, baby. Hold that thought,” I whisper, smiling lasciviously.

“Asher, so glad you could join us this evening,” a male voice interrupts.

I break my gaze away from Alyse to look up at Miles, the manager of the restaurant. “Miles, nice to see you. How’s Ellie?” I put my arm around Alyse again, pulling her close. I need to adjust my cock, which is now being bitten viciously by my zipper, but I don’t dare.