“I was bored. It’s okay for shits and giggles.”
A wave of jealousy washes over me, and I have to check myself.
He’s not actually talking to someone on Tinder. It’s his cover story, but damn, just the thought of it sends a spike of fury through my veins.
The Crimson Angel is lurking just below the surface now, frothing to get free.
“Shite, yeah it is,” Ronan agrees. “Some of the lassies on there are desperate as fuck. They’d do anything for some attention.”
“You wouldn’t dare mistreat a woman, would you, Ronnie?” I hiss, and his shoulders shrink in on himself.
“No way, Mum. You know I’d never do that.”
I narrow my eyes at him and the way he’s batting his lashes, as if that would convince me.
Lying little shit.
“You’re not too old for me to whoop your arse, Ronan. You’d better treat women with respect.” I point sternly at him, all three sets of eyes on me.
I make the mistake of glancing at Asher, and he mouths,‘You can whoop my arse.’
I spin away before my face reacts, giving the boys my back.
Asher is going to pay for that.
“Don’t worry, Mum. I’ll make sure Ronnie treats women right,” Jude says, and I hear Ronan whisper, “Mummy’s boy.”
I pretend to be busy in the kitchen, and the boys return their focus to Ronan’s phone. After a few minutes, I dash out of the living area and into the powder room just in the passage near the laundry.
Sighing to myself, I sit on the toilet and start to pee, feeling exhausted from the combination of broken sleep and having to hide my reactions to Asher all the damn time.
I’ve nearly finished relieving myself when the door swings open, and a yell of disapproval is on the tip of my tongue, ready to tell whichever twin it is that the room is occupied, when Asher’s heated gaze locks with mine.
“What are you doing?” I whisper-hiss, and all he does is grin, closing the door behind him with a click.
I start grabbing at the toilet paper, needing to get off the toilet fast, but Asher stills my hand, and I glance up in confusion.
I wait for him to speak, but all he does is shake his head and tugs me up to stand. Then he drops to his knees, one hand lifting my leg, causing me to nearly fall, and I have to brace myself on the wall.
“What?” I ask, not getting another word out before he buries his head between my thighs. “Stop,” I hiss. “I haven’t wiped.”
But he doesn’t stop. In fact, he moans and lashes his tongue through my folds with hunger.
Oh, fuck. The way his tongue is moving, it’s like he’s… cleaning me.
My God is he into this as well?
“Asher,” I whisper, needing to know, and he pulls back, licking his lips to look up at me. “Are you into…” I need to clear my throat before I continue. “Pee play?”
His smirk is absolutely sinful.
“I am now.” He grins. “Did you finish?”
“What? No. Yes. What?”
Asher chuckles at my indecisiveness.
“Piss in my mouth, Lily.” He goes to press his mouth to me again, and I push against his forehead.
