If her sharp intake of breath didn’t let me know she was affected, the way she rocked into my jean-covered cock does. I stay stock-still, still braced above her with my hands around her wrists.
“Does he know that I was the first one to make this little body come before you even knew how to do it yourself?” I bring her wrists closer together so I can grip them both with one hand, and I trail my index finger from her sternum all the way down to her underwear.
A moan slips free, and her hips chase the friction once more.
“No,” she whispers.
“No, what?”
“No to all of it.”
Briar manages to wiggle a hand free, and she uses it to pull me to her, chest to chest. I can feel her perky little tits against me, and I want so fucking badly to do what we couldn’t do three years ago. To feel her from the inside. But then I remember what else happened the last night we were together like this. And everything that unfolded afterward.
“Good,” I say simply, lifting myself off her before I do something I’ll regret…like fuck the enemy.
Briar scrambles to clamp her legs shut and pull her dress back down her thighs with an incredulous look plastered to that pretty face.
“Keep it that way.” I turn to leave, now that I have the upper hand, but then that smart mouth of hers strikes again.
“Fuck you, Asher,” she spits, voice full of venom.
I grip the doorknob so hard I almost expect it to shatter in my hand.
“Fuck me?” I laugh bitterly. “You already fucked me, baby girl. And I never even saw it coming.”
Briar
“I’m a zombie. It’s official,” I complain to Nat, who’s gotten the tips of her toes perched on the edge of the pool deck as she paints them a cherry red, while I float on an oversized raft.
Nat snorts. “Maybe you should stop diddling your skittle to thoughts of Asher all night.”
I kick my foot out to splash her, and she cusses when she flinches away and paints her skin on accident.
If she only knew how right she was. Except it’s not just thoughts of Asher keeping me up; it’s Asher himself. I haven’t seen him once today. I tossed and turned all night long, playing his words back in my head until it was time to wake up for school. “You already fucked me, baby girl.” I was too preoccupied with the fact that Ash had just been between my legs to make sense of the words at first, but now, it’s all I can think about. What did that even mean? He’s the one who left. I’m the one who was wrecked.
When I finally accepted the fact that sleep wasn’t happening, I walked around on eggshells while getting ready, afraid to run into Asher or Dash. Asher, for obvious reasons. Dash, because he can read me better than anyone else in this world, and I him. But, neither seemed to be awake.
The past few days must have caught up with me, because all the coffee in the world couldn’t help me this morning, and it can’t help me now. As soon as Nat got here, I changed into my suit and threw my hair into a high ponytail. That was a couple of hours ago, and now the sun is starting to set.
“So, are you going to tell me how your date with Jackson went?” Nat asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Meh.” I shrug, shifting my legs that stick to the plastic raft.
“Meh?” She stops painting her toes and props her chin on her knee to look over at me. “That good, huh?”
“No, it wasn’t bad. It was good. He was nice.”
“Whoa, watch out. Good and nice? You better put a ring on it with those adjectives.”
I roll my eyes. “Shut up. It was actually really fun.” Jackson took me to this fondue restaurant. There was chocolate involved, so I can’t complain. Afterward, he took me to see the Thor movie, which I also can’t complain about. Because Thor. I had a better time than I thought I would, to be honest. He was witty and charming and polite.
“Are you going to see him again?” Nat asks skeptically.
“I’m not sure. If he asks.” Another shrug.
“And you don’t think the return of he who shall not be named has anything at all to do with your indifference?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say, inspecting my nail beds to avoid eye contact.