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"Go have fun. Don't worry about me. Come back refreshed and renewed." Her smile lights up the room, and she looks healthier than ever when she kisses my cheek and returns to her recliner. That night we have dinner together in front of the television, watching some murder mystery she loves. We laugh for the first time in a long time together and enjoy each other’s company.
"Enough of that," Asher barks, raising a brow when he pulls out an entire bottle of fancy tequila, staring at it. A wrinkle forms on his brow, and he scoffs. "Seriously? We send you for food, and you come back with seven bottles of tequila?" he asks with a grunt, pulling out multiple bottles of booze and setting them down on the countertop.
"Tequila makes her panties drop," Rad says with a scoff, taking the bottle from him and cradling it in his arms like a baby. "And the lube makes the booty pop," he says, nodding to the large bottle of lube Asher places on the counter with twisted lips.
"Pretty sure you don't need tequila to make Little Brat’s panties drop. She does that all on her own," he quips with a cocky smirk. "But the booty pop? Well, we can make that happen tonight." He shrugs when I blanch, and my butt cheeks instinctively clench together at his unsaid promise.
"I think I need to sleep with a salt circle around me tonight," I grumble, flipping him off. A glorious smile spreads across Asher's lips when he barks out a laugh, grabs the bottle of booze, uncaps it, and gulps down a few swings.
"Ah, the return of Evil Ash!" Rad proclaims, thumping Asher on the back several times until he chokes and rights himself, swiping a hand across his wet lips. Asher promptly shoves him away with a grunt, cursing him under his breath.
"All right," Callum says, stepping up to the bags. "Let's grill some steaks, drink some tequila, and maybe utilize the hot tub?" At that, his eyes turn to me, and I grin.
"Sounds like a good plan," I say as we get to work seasoning the steaks.
We drink mixed drinks and watch a few movies for the rest of the night. Once we're good and sloshed, we head out to the hot tub and take advantage of the warm bubbles and jetted sides.
The same happens every night we're locked away in this glorious house. We even convince Rad to skinny-dip in the freezing lake on a dare. Let's say little Rad didn't fare well when he jumped out of the water and ran for the house, screaming bloody murder. We laughed our asses off that night, getting sloppy drunk, and fucking on almost every surface of the house.
WhenRadsaidhewanted to defile it, he meant it. The couch. The kitchen. Every bed in the house. Against the railing and on the stairs. Up against the fridge and in the shower. No surface went untouched as we went rounds and rounds every night since we’d stepped foot into the castle house of fucking.
The only person who didn't take the bait was Asher. It's been six nights of him on the sidelines with those hazel eyes flaring with lust as the guys take turns railing me over and over again. I was the fruit for the taking right in reach, but he never caved. He sat in the corner of the room, stroking himself to oblivion, coming hard with my silent name on his lips. But there's always something holding him back from taking what he wants—me.
So tonight is our last night at the house, and I promised myself I’d seduce the ever-living fuck out of the man standing on the sidelines. Operation get Asher to fuck me is in full effect, and boy, is he taking the bait at every turn. The more alcohol he drinks, the fierier the looks he tosses in my direction, heating my entire being. Asher rests on the edge with his toes testing the waters. But what will it take for him to dive head first and take the leap? Only time will tell, but I'll try my hardest to convince him.
"Who's ready for the hot tub? One last time?" Rad asks, looking around the eight-seater, oak dining room table with massive, hopeful eyes. Without answers, he throws his shirt off and tosses it aside, revealing his gorgeous tattooed chest and slim waist. "We'll all go naked this time. No more boxers or hiding your hiney! Time to let it all hang out." He emphasizes his words by wiggling his hips and brows simultaneously, giving me a slow, seductive smirk.
Asher drunkenly frowns, takes a swig of the last bottle of straight tequila, and shakes his head. "I'm not getting naked with you,” he scoffs, wrinkling his nose
"Aw! Come on, man! Live a little. Those who get naked together get pussy together! You need to loosen up and get some," Rad whines, leaning his elbows on the table and puffing out his bottom lip.
I snort into my now empty glass and set it down. "Maybe I don't want to get naked with you either," I quip, raising a brow when Asher's gaze sears through me, and I fucking melt under his stare, heating me from one to a boiling one hundred. My face flushes when I reach for the bottle of tequila and take a large gulp, hating the burn running down my throat.
"Why wouldn't you, Little Brat?" Asher asks, furrowing his brows. "Stand up," he gestures calmly, waving his wrist.
I cross my arms over my chest, running my tongue along my bottom lip. "Why?" I ask in defiance, earning a chuckle from Kieran.
"I'll get the hot tub going. Then, we're getting naked," Kieran says, giving Asher a pointed stare before walking out of the room toward the hot tub resting on the deck outside in the frigid air.
"Stand up," Asher directs, leisurely taking a drink and gulping it down. His red-glazed eyes stare holes through me, lighting me on fire without saying more words. "And come here," he demands with a feral growl, pointing to the table in front of him.
Every part of me throbs and rejoices all at once. We've walked on thin ice around each other, suffocating in the tension growing thick in the air for days. And now, my brain chants a tune of "fucking finally!" No matter how often I told myself I’d never touch Asher’s psycho ass with a ten-foot pole. Well, call me a liar all you want, but I’m about to get dicked down and hate fucked within an inch of my life. It’s all that rests in the back of his dilated hazel eyes, promising me a multitude of things with one glance.
Rad chuckles, rubbing his hands together. "Oh, finally! Asher, my man!" Rad whoops, sitting back in his seat with wide eyes like he's about to watch the best movie of his life.
"Not another word," Asher demands, pointing in Rad and Callum's direction, and they nod, zipping their lips like good little boys. "Little Brat. You have three seconds to crawl to me. I won’t tell you again."
"And if I don't?" I ask, getting to my feet on the other side of the table and placing my palms against the cold wood. My palms are slick with sweat, and my heart pounds a crazy beat inside my chest when his eyes narrow at my reaction.
"Then you won't sit right for a week." He stares with no emotion, drumming his long fingers against the tabletop. "Come here," he rasps, desperation leaking into his tone. "I want my fucking dessert."
Shivers roll through me at the slightly drunken state he's in. I've never seen any sort of desperation come through, but now he acts like he wants me badly and can't stand to stay away. Maybe it's the booze. Perhaps it's the distance from Central City, but I'm giving in—all in. We’re doing this no matter the consequences. No matter how hard he’ll hate himself and me tomorrow morning when he rolls out of bed, realizing what he’s done. The moment we get home, he can return to the same dickbag I’ve come to love and hate and keep his distance. He can return to the jerk bag, who watches from the shadows while stroking himself until he’s exploding all over his fist. But tonight? Tonight is our time to explore each other’s bodies and say fuck the consequences of our tryst.
Without a second thought and fanfare from the silent audience of two, Callum and Rad, who watch with rapt attention, I climb onto the large wooden table. It squeaks beneath my pressure as I hesitantly crawl across the hard surface, digging into my knees. Inch by inch, I come closer and closer to Asher, who stares at me with hooded eyes, zoning in on my low-cut shirt, exposing my black, lacy bra and swaying tits. Heavy breaths heave his sculpted chest, and with every slide of my knees, my heart works double time, pumping against my ribs. The tip of his tongue darts out, running the length of his bottom lip. His heavy eyes drag from my fingers, curling into the table, slowly dragging up my bare arms to my wide eyes staring down at him.
"Now what?" I ask breathlessly, an inch in front of his blank face, begging for the direction to fall from his lips. Leaning in, I test the waters, running the tip of my nose against his.
His eyes darken when my nose brushes against his, and his breath shudders, affected by me. Little by little, Asher is losing the tight grip of control he’s held tightly to for the past few months. For some reason, I'm here for it. Eager to see his breaking point. How far can I push Asher until he's choking me with his cock as punishment? Fuck. The imagery alone makes my pussy flutter around air, begging for him to fill me.
