Dump and Chase (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 1)

And I thought my day couldn’t get any better.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Aiden

My back hits the wall as I hold Shelli in my arms, our mouths in a fiery embrace of need. God, she feels good in my arms. Her thighs squeeze my hips as her mouth tortures mine. She threads her fingers through my hair as I draw out her soft and sexy moans. I squeeze her ass as I hold her, wanting her closer. Wanting her naked. I try to make it to my condo, but I’m too lost, and fuck it, I don’t want to be found. Not when I’m with her.

When I finally get us to the front door, I fish out my keys as she continues to kiss me, raking her teeth along my jaw and neck. She’s driving me out of my mind. Completely. I was a little hesitant leaving her that note. I was worried that it was silly to say those things, but if this is the response I get when I tell her I miss her… Well, damn it, I’ll tell her every second. Especially since it’s the truth.

I missed her like crazy these last few days. The phone wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel her, touch her. Kiss her, taste her. I want to consume her. I missed the way she smelled. The way her thighs squished against my legs when we lay in bed. I missed her hair. I missed her eyes—fucking hell, I’ve missed all of her. It’s odd and something I don’t do, but I counted down the seconds every day until I could get back to the hotel to talk to her. There were warning bells, but I ignored them, especially when Shelli smiled. Or laughed. Yeah, her laugh gets me.

Who am I kidding? She knocks me on my ass, and I don’t even want to get up because I know she’ll get on top of me.

I shove the key in the lock and turn it before pushing the door open. I take only one step before my brother’s voice fills the room. “Please don’t fall on me and start having sex. That would be really awkward.”

Shelli tears her mouth from mine, and her face turns beet red. “Oh!”

Annoyance rattles me. “Asher, what the fuck?”

He looks up at me innocently. Like me, he’s huge, taking up the whole couch. Wide shoulders, tall as hell, and thick. He works out, a lot, which I tease him about since his whole look is that of a total dork. He wears these thick, black-framed glasses, and his hair is always a mess, but then, he’s jacked. It’s really comical. He’s like the one genius who doesn’t get thrown into lockers. Hell, he might do the throwing. His eyes are a weird combination of green and gray, but all I see is my dorky baby brother. I haven’t seen him in a couple months, and don’t get me wrong, I love the guy, but I really don’t want to stop kissing Shelli.

Unfortunately, she’s already climbing down my body. “Asher! Oh my God! I haven’t seen you in forever.”

A happy grin covers Asher’s face as he gets up to hug Shelli.

“Please, don’t stop your assault on my brother’s mouth for my sake.”

She smacks him. “Shut it. How are you?”

“I’m good. Great, even.”

She gushes, her eyes bright. “Aw, wonderful! How’s Jasmine?”

She knows my brother’s girlfriend’s name? “She’s great, thanks for asking. She’s actually out of town on a lacrosse trip. Figured I’d come home, visit while she’s gone.”

Shelli holds out her hands. “She is such a beast. I love watching her play.”

She’s watched the girl play? “I didn’t know Jasmine played lacrosse.”

They both look at me, and Asher scoffs. “Since that’s the first time you’ve ever said her name, I wouldn’t think you did.”

Shelli gives me a disapproving look. “I thought y’all talk?”

Asher scoffs. “Yeah, about you.”

Another disapproving look, and even with those stunning blue eyes, I feel like a jackass. “Aiden, you should know this stuff—”

But Asher waves her off. “It’s fine. He didn’t recognize relationships before you came along.”

I really don’t need a brother.

But then Shelli’s lips curve as her eyes meet mine. “Oh.”

“Thanks for that, by the way,” he says, hugging her tightly, and she laughs.

I don’t like him hugging her, and I really don’t like his hand at her hip like that. He already thinks she’s hot. Does she think he’s hot? Why do I sound like an insecure fourteen-year-old going through puberty? I am a man. I am hot. She wants me. And fucking hell, I want her. “Hey, too close.”

They laugh at me. She pats Asher’s chest as she looks up at him. “When are you heading out?”

“Sunday night.”

“Nice,” she says, and then she looks over at me. Her brows pull together before she glances up at Asher. “Is this jealousy thing new?”