Ronnie nods like he understands. “I’ll make sure to stock up before we head back to campus.” Then, to Jude, he asks, “You still have that pocket pussy hidden in your wardrobe?”
Jude nods. “Sure do. I’ll get it for you, Ash. It’s fucking good. Not as good as a real warm hole, but fucking good enough to get by for a while.”
“I don’t want your used sex toy,” I snap, and Jude grins.
“Dude. You’ve fucked a few chicks after I have. You’ve already stuck your dick in my slop. Besides, the pocket pussy is clean and sterilised. Cleaner than any of the pussies we sink into.”
Immediately, I think of his mum’s tight cunt and wish I didn’t. It feels wrong to think like that around them.
“Speaking of.” Ronan’s lips spread into a sinister smirk. “Have you nailed anyone since you got out? I hear they have scrap sluts that like to tend to the fighters at The Rough House. Any of them saddle up?”
“Trudi tried, but I’m not interested in skank.”
Jude’s and Ronan’s eyes widen as they stare at me.
“What do you mean you’re not interested in skank? Skank is all you’ve been interested in since you first got your dick wet.”
I roll my eyes. “Notches on the bedpost. That’s all they were.” I shrug, wishing I could be honest. “I’m looking for something more… meaningful now.”
“Fuck,” Jude whispers, and then Ronan nods. “Yeah, fuck’s right.”
“Sod off.” I go to stand, but Ronnie tugs on my wrist and I fall back onto my seat.
“Prison has changed you,” Ronnie observes, and I shrug.
“I guess,” I admit. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting more than wet pussy, though.”
“You’re right. There isn’t,” Jude agrees, but I don’t miss the wary glance he shares with his brother.
Shit. I’m going to need to be careful. These two know me too well. They’ll know if I act differently around their mum, so I need to check myself from now on because they are clearly suspicious. Maybe they don’t know what of yet, but my change in relationship preferences has piqued their interest.
I just need to get through this weekend without them knowing how much I fucking love their mum.
CHAPTER 23
LILY
You’d think because I locked my bedroom door that Asher would’ve taken the hint when he jiggled the doorknob a little after two in the morning. I hadn’t been able to fall asleep, and I cursed myself for getting so attached to having him sleep beside me in such a short time.
Seriously, I need my head checked.
I eventually fell asleep after hearing Asher’s footsteps slowly move away from my door. I felt bad, but I just couldn’t risk the twins springing us.
Imagine my surprise when I wake up to my core on fire from the lash of his tongue as he once again eats my pussy while I’m sleeping.
“Asher!” I whisper-yell, and his eyes lock onto mine, the slither of light flowing out from the bathroom enough to show me the flare of excitement in his gaze.
He doesn’t stop, his tongue tasting as his lips kiss my folds with passion.
Helpless to fight his assault, as usual, I give in and let my body take over, quickly tumbling into the abyss of ecstasy.
Grabbing the pillow on the bed next to me, I smother my face, panting my cries into its softness as I shatter on Asher’s mouth.
I’ve barely finished riding the waves when his headdisappears from between my legs, and I hurl the pillow over the side of the bed, gasping for air.
I’m not prepared for how quickly Asher moves, gripping my thighs and spreading them wide as he positions himself at my entrance.
The moment he slams inside me, his thick length hard and brutal, a yell escapes me. Asher’s hand slaps down over my mouth as he pounds into me at a fevered pace that leaves me no choice but to hold on until the ride is over.
