"Nobody has to know," I say. "They're all sleeping. How would they find out?"
He mutters an expletive under his breath, this time running both hands through his hair and staring to the ceiling for inspiration.
He'll find nothing there but a smooth, plastered surface. No heavenly inspiration, that's for sure.
I let the drawing drop to the nightstand, and I swing my legs off the side of the bed, moving to stand in front of him and allowing the slip to fully reveal one breast. Reaching for his right hand, I bring it to cup my breast, watching the moment the soft warmth makes contact with his broad palm, seeing the desire building in his eyes. For a long moment, we're both still except for our ragged breathing, then his hand tightens, squeezing my breast, his thumb brushing my nipple.
And then it's like zero to sixty in a second. His hand grips the back of my neck, crushing my mouth to his as my arms slide around his chest, pulling him close.
I'm on my back in seconds, the hard ridge of his cock pressing urgently against my clit as his hand tugs up the hem of my slip. "Fuck," he says again, but this time it's breathy and excited rather than frustrated. I'm so slick between my legs that I'm pretty sure he could just shove his cock right in, and it wouldn't hurt at all. Even through four layers of fabric, I can feel that he's big enough to make me feel it.
The slide of his tongue into my mouth is all about possession. His fingers graze my skin as though he's trying to draw something onto to me. I fumble with his buttons, trying to gain access to his warm skin. His chest and abs are tight and muscular, my hands sliding over them as though I'm trying to read the braille of his body and discover all his secrets.
And inside me, everything is buzzing. It's that same feeling of achievement that I get after a show. The same feeling I got when a pen was placed into my hand, and I scratched my childish signature onto a recording contract. It's about me having the freedom to do what I want. It's about me finding my power and confidence and taking strides away from the frightened little girl I used to be, hiding behind my brothers for security.
Maybe you're still hiding, but this time behind your bodyguards, a small voice whispers in my mind, but I push it aside because Asher has shoved up the fabric of my slip and taken my nipple into his warm mouth.
And oh God that feels good. When he dips lower, nuzzling my navel, kissing my belly, drifting lower, I hold my breath.
Oral sex is an intimate thing. More intimate than penetrative sex in a way, but I don't feel shy when his tongue finds my clit through the sheer fabric of my panties or when he pushes them aside and licks a hot stripe between my legs. I close my eyes and revel in the way he licks and sucks, bringing up my legs to let him go deeper with his tongue.
I hold his head gently, not because he needs guidance but because I enjoy the little flicker of control it hints at, and when he moans, I think maybe that he likes it too.
Asher brings me close, over, and over, and each time pulls back. He's hungry, but he's restrained, and it drives me crazy. He's painting me with his desire but never truly committing to the picture. By the third time, my legs are shaking, and my pussy is leaking between the cheeks of my ass, and the word “please” escapes from my lips. He smiles against the inside of my thigh, pausing for just a moment, then he's freeing his cock and resting in the cradle of my thighs, bending to kiss me deeply as he thrusts deep in one motion.
Everything in me gives way to his power, and the surrender feels so sweet that tears prickle behind my eyes. Instead of letting them fall, I pull him closer, burying my face into the alpine-scented safety of his neck, moving with him until I forget about the past or the problems of the present. There’s no time to think about what might happen in the future when this is over. No time to worry that he isn’t wearing protection. In a blink, I'm cresting into the sweetest orgasm of my life.
11
BEN
I wake suddenly, feeling as though it's still the middle of the night. My eyes are grainy and stuck together, and my mouth feels dry too. Squinting into the darkness of the room, I touch my phone screen to check the time. It's two-thirty.
All around me, the soft sounds of sleep can be heard. Connor and Mo are out for the count, exhausted from the traveling and the previous late night.