Jules’s words echo in my mind, reminding me that, sometimes, I have to be selfish, reckless, and stupid.
I don’t know if this is one of those times, but I know there’s not a single other place in the world I would rather be than with Dean and Asher right now.
My body is acting of its own accord, making its move before my mind can process it or the consequences to come.
My lips collide with Asher’s, feral and crazed, my right hand cupping his face and my left bunching the front of Dean’s hoodie.
Asher groans into my mouth, his tongue quickly finding mine and parting my lips. A hand threads into my hair, gently pulling me from Asher’s kiss and into Dean’s.
My arms fall around Dean’s neck as Asher slides behind me once again, his hands snaking around my waist.
“I knew it,” Asher whispers against the hypersensitive skin right below my ear, his tongue darting out and swiping.
My back arches in response, my ass brushing ever so slightly across his growing erection in his pants. My core pools with need, and I push back into him once more. I don’t know who Iam right now. I don’t know what’s right and wrong. All I know is that I don’t want to stop.
“Careful, Princess. I might just take you right here,” he growls in my ear, and my body hums in response.
My mouth parts at his words, and Dean leans forward, slipping his tongue in my mouth and kissing me deeply. With Asher at my back and Dean’s tongue intertwining with mine, I think I might genuinely combust on the spot.
Asher’s mouth finds the crook of my neck, eliciting all new kinds of breathy moans from me that are trapped between Dean’s kisses.
“I missed you so fucking much,” Asher whimpers, his hands bunching my dress up my thighs until I’m nearly exposed.
God, I want them so badly; I can’t take it.
“Ahh!” I shriek as I’m hauled up into the air with Dean’s hands around my hips and my legs around his waist.
Dean kisses me harder, stifling my shout.
My hands thread through his hair. He balances my weight with a strong arm across my back, and his other hand slides around the nape of my neck, fisting my hair and pulling my head back.
His warm kisses trail down my chin, and his lips latch on to my throat. His tongue strikes me like a hot iron, the flames lapping at my core.
Asher places a gentle kiss between my shoulder blades. And another a couple of inches lower. He works his way down my spine and over the curve of my ass.
“You tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,” he says, his voice rough and ragged but firm.
“Don’t stop.” It takes me a second to recognize that the voice came from me.
This is so wrong.
I shouldn’t be here. I certainly shouldn’t let Asher lift my dress above my hips, exposing my ass.
He definitely shouldn’t be placing tender kisses along the band of my cheeky lace panties.
“Let me taste you,” he groans against my skin, his big hands palming and spreading my cheeks. “Please, baby.”
No, no, no.
Agreeing to him would, in fact, be the worst idea I’ve ever had.
Nope.
I’m saying no, and that’s that.
But … I can’t.
Nodding, I whisper, “Yes.”
