When Barrett’s and Devon’s voices fade like they have moved deeper into the house, my back meets the tiled wall of the pool again, and Asher starts pounding into me, his fingers pressing to my clit, and I give myself over, knowing exactly what he wants.
He’s become obsessed with coming at the same time I do. Says the way I milk his cock when I orgasm is heaven, and I have to agree.
He swallows my cries, kissing me hard and desperately, and it’s not long before my body starts seizing in a climax that gives him exactly what we both want.
CHAPTER 47
ASHER
As I enter the bar, I don’t have to look hard to know where the twins are. There are a pack of chicks swarming a booth, all giggling and flicking their hair over their shoulders as they try to get the most attention.
I roll my fucking eyes.
Striding through the crowd, I come up behind the chicks which the twins called‘Gold Coast Pussy’in the message they sent me earlier, and I clear my throat.
“Oh,” a blonde beams as she turns to look at me, her eyes roaming down my body and then up again. “Another one.”
“Not interested,” I bark, before locking eyes with Jude. “Any chance you can lose the parasites?”
Jude rolls his eyes at me before addressing the swarm of chicks.
“Lassies, would you mind giving us lads some privacy?” He holds out a wad of cash. “Get yourselves some cocktails and have a dance.”
They giggle and don’t hesitate to take his money, scurrying off together to leave us alone.
“You’re gonna blow through the money your dad sent if you keep going like this,” I point out, and Ronnie scoffs.
“Pfft. Semantics.”
The twins spent a few weeks further up north with us when we first arrived in Australia until Alexander sent them somemoney, and then they flew down to the Gold Coast to get the space they needed away from me and Lily.
Sliding into the booth next to Ronnie, I stare at my two best mates.
At least Ihopethey are still my best mates.
“So, do we call you Dad now?” Jude deadpans, and I fucking cringe.
“Fuck no. I just want to be your friend again.”
He frowns. “Seventeen years is a big fucking age gap.”
Blowing out a breath, I nod, my eyes falling to the cardboard coaster in my hands that I hadn’t realised I’d picked up.
“I know it seems weird to you… to everyone…” I glance up and look between them both. “But it’s not weird to us. I know you don’t want to hear this, but I love her. So fucking much.”
“You know, when I said I was relieved knowing you were watching over our mum, I didn’t mean watching her likethat,” Ronnie snaps, and Jude piggybacks his remark.
“I should’ve known something was going on when you said you weren’t interested in skank and were looking for something more meaningful. I thought it had to do with your time in prison, but it wasn’t, was it?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Your mum already had my heart.”
“How long have you been frothing over our mum?” Jude snarls, his fists balling on the tabletop, getting angrier by the second.
I don’t want to fight with them, or make them more angry, but they deserve the truth.
“This is going to sound weird,” I rasp, emotion thick in my voice. “But probably from the first day you took me to your house. I didn’t know what it was back then, of course, but when my hormones kicked in…” I leave it at that, hating to admit that their mum was my spank bank material.
They both regard me for a long moment before Ronnie speaks.
