Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Show me what you have on underneath.” His voice is thick and gruff, and I nod in acquiesce. Bunching up the skirt, he exposes the black lace.
“Turn around.”
I comply, and he mutters a curse. I’m wearing a high-waisted thong that laces up in the back, showing a lot of skin and little to imagine.
“Fuck, this ass,” he says, bringing his hands up to squeeze my cheeks in his palms. He spins me back around to sit on his knees, my legs straddling his. “I missed you today,” he says grudgingly, like he’s mad at me for it, as his thumb starts to circle my clit through my panties.
“God, I missed you, too,” I say on a gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck as he continues his ministrations.
“I know you’re not all dressed up for me,” he says, his lips ghosting across the shell of my ear, his voice low and deadly. “Where are you going?”
I freeze, like a bucket of ice water has been dumped over my head. How do I tell him that I have to break our plans to go on a date with someone else? Someone that he already can’t stand.
“Briar,” he warns when I don’t respond. His thumb still rubs me.
“I have to go to this fundraiser gala for my parents tonight.”
“And?” he questions, knowing I’m not spilling everything.
“And I have to go with Jackson.”
“Say that again.” Venom laces his tone. “I must have heard you wrong. I thought you just said that you were going on a date with the guy that your brother and I have repeatedly warned you to stay away from.”
His thumb moves faster, pressing harder, and I can’t focus, let alone form coherent sentences.
“It’s not like that,” I manage to get out.
“Tell me what it’s like then, Briar.” His other hand comes up to fist my hair at the back of my head, forcing me to look at him while he continues his interrogation as he gets me off.
I moan, my hips jerking forward on their own accord. “My mom…” I start, but I’m lost in the sensations running through me. My body feels like a live wire, threatening to explode at the next touch.
“Your mom?” Asher prompts, sliding his fingers underneath the lace.
“She set it up. It’s not a real date.”
“So say no.”
“It’s not that easy,” I say, as a finger slips inside me. It’s slow and teasing, enough to make me crazy, but not enough to get me off. “I have to. I’m sorry.”
Losing patience, I grip his wrist, moving his hand at the speed I need.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he whispers, adding another finger, pumping harder.
“God, yes. That’s what I need, Ash.”
“Good,” he says simply, abruptly pulling back and leaving me feeling empty. My mouth drops open, and he lifts me by the waist, plopping me down beside him.
“What are you doing?” I ask incredulously. He can’t leave me like this.
Picking up the tickets from my nightstand, he scans the information and then drops them down on my shaking legs. “You’re going to be late. Might want to get going.”
“You’re an asshole,” I say, standing to straighten my dress and smooth my hair.
“So you keep telling me,” Ash deadpans.
Grabbing my wristlet, I decide to do the opposite of what he’s hoping for. Asher wants to get a reaction out of me. He wants a fight. But I’m not going to give it to him. I’m going to walk right out of this room, shaking my ass a little more for his benefit, without another word. And that’s exactly what I do.
“Dash!” I yell once I’m in the kitchen, plucking my keys off the hook. “Let’s go! We’re late!” We’re not late yet, not technically. But Friday night traffic is going to make it difficult.
“I’m not ready yet,” he calls back over the music blasting from his room. “I’ll meet you there.”
Great. Just awesome. There goes my buffer. I was counting on Dash’s presence to scare him off, even if a little. Though, on the other hand, I must admit I’m somewhat relieved. I don’t think I could face my brother right now after what just happened with Asher in my room. I don’t know how I’m going to focus on anything other than his fingers inside me. Jesus, take the wheel.
I’m delightfully bored. I say “delightful,” because it’s better to be bored than to be with stuck in awkward conversation with Jackson. For the past thirty minutes, I’ve done nothing but shake hands, kiss cheeks, and hug necks. My face hurts from smiling politely, and my feet are already killing me. But, I’ll take it. Because I haven’t seen Jackson once. Maybe he decided not to show.
A server walks by, and I pluck a glass of champagne off his tray. Even though I’m clearly underage, he doesn’t so much as bat an eye. No one cares at these types of events, my parents included. Everyone here is rich enough to buy their way out of any trouble they may find themselves in, anyway. My parents are busy schmoozing and mingling, so I decide to go to the bathroom just to have something to do.