Bad Habit (Bad Love 1)

“That’s it, I swear,” I say on a gasp.

“You’re a liar, Briar.” He licks a tear that I didn’t know was there as his hand curves around my butt cheek and two fingers circle my entrance before hooking inside me. My head drops to the soaked shirt plastered to his shoulder, and I grind against his fingers. “But I want you, anyway.”

Before I can respond, he frees himself from his pants, and I’m sliding down his formidable length. A moan slips free as my arms wrap around his neck, holding his head to my chest, and my legs lock around his waist. I’m so full of Asher, physically, emotionally, mentally. This is pathetic. No matter how many times he burns me, I go back for more. I need him like a bad habit—one that I don’t want to kick. He cradles me—one hand wrapped around my waist, the other forearm spans the length of my spine, and his fingers curl around my shoulder—holding me close as he pumps into me. Using his teeth, he pulls the thin triangle of my top to reveal my nipple that hardens in response to the night air. Asher sucks it into his mouth, reaching to untie the strings around my back and neck.

My movements become a little more frantic—a little jerkier—as I grind against him, using my weightlessness in the water to my advantage.

“Fuck,” Ash groans after pulling away from my chest. Gripping me by the waist, he abruptly lifts me to sit on the edge of the pool again.

“What?” I ask breathlessly. He can’t stop now.

“Spread your knees and put your heels on the edge.” It’s an order, and I’m all too eager to comply, scooting close to the edge and leaning back on my palms. Ash peels his T-shirt off and flings it. Before I hear the wet plop of it landing, his hot mouth meets my slick center. I jerk forward, and he grips my ankles, chuckling darkly, holding me in place.

His tongue takes another long swipe, and my head falls back at the sensation. I’m completely naked, on display for anyone who might decide to walk out here as Asher eats me wildly, savagely. He laps at me, from top to bottom and everywhere in between. Releasing one of my ankles, he uses his free hand to fist his length. Asher pulls back to look at me as he strokes himself, the glistening head of his cock barely visible above the surface, but I can still make out the glint of his piercings.

“Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he mutters before diving back in. The sight of him working himself, getting off to tasting me, has me gripping his head, holding him in place.

“Make me come, Asher,” I beg in a voice that I don’t even recognize.

“Gladly.”

His fist around his cock moves faster, and then he’s shoving two fingers inside me as he pulls my clit between his teeth and sucks.

I explode, unable to keep quiet and uncaring of the repercussions, as Asher groans, his own release spilling into the pool.

Chapter 7

Asher

Briar slumps back to the deck, completely boneless, as I hoist myself up and over the edge. I struggle to pull my soaked jeans off, opting to leave my boxers on for now. Through it all, she doesn’t make any move to get up.

Briar’s outstretched arms lie limp at her sides, her bare tits heave, and goose bumps prickle her skin. Her eyes are closed, wet lashes hitting the tops of her cheeks, and her plump lips are parted. My dick jerks, already wanting round two.

Fuck, I need to get it together. This girl is fucking with my head. I don’t know how to feel about her little story about my dad. My initial reaction was to go find a wall to smash my fist through. Not only did she have me sent away and stripped me out of my chance at college, but then she spent time with the person she was so concerned about? John conveniently left that part out. Briar wants to see the good in everyone. That’s just who she is. Was. Fuck, I don’t know anymore. Who knows what lies John filled her pretty little head with, and she probably fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. Not even that could keep me from wanting her, though.

I don’t know why I let Dash and Adrian talk me into going to the East Side tonight. Clubs aren’t my scene, and the whole time all I could picture was Briar’s face when she saw Whitley and me walking out of the bathroom together. Then, I got mad at myself for giving a shit how she felt. Nothing happened—of fucking course, nothing happened because I wouldn’t even touch Whitley with someone else’s dick—but even if I wanted to explain, Dash might wonder why I’m defending myself to his little sister.

The second Whitley showed up, sniffling, bouncing from foot to foot, and talking a mile a minute, I knew she was coked-up. I know because I used to do it with her. So, when she decided to go powder her nose—literally—I followed her and tore her a new asshole for doing that shit here. I honestly don’t know why any of us put up with her anymore. She used to be cool, once upon a time, and like the horny, asshole teenagers that we were, we took advantage of the fact that she threw herself at us. But then, she got into drugs, and while I’m guilty of partaking, it was never a problem for me. Whitley definitely has a problem, and I think we all just feel stuck with her, and tolerate her, like a drunk uncle during the holidays.

Whatever the fuck Briar and I are doing is pointless. There are too many obstacles standing in the way for this to end well. Allowing Briar to believe that I invited her, yet again, or that we hooked up, was my way of ending shit between us. Yet, here I am, scooping her listless body into my arms and carrying her through the house and back to her room right after finding out that her betrayal goes even deeper than I thought. Because I can’t fucking quit her.

I went back to River’s Edge for two weeks to do just that. I took on another job and caught up with Dare and our other friends. I just needed some distance, to recalibrate without Briar inadvertently seducing me at every turn. But the time away has done nothing to dull the attraction. Three years didn’t do it, so it was stupid to think two weeks would suffice.

“What are you doing?” she asks, covering herself with one arm. The other curls around the back of my neck.

“Taking you to bed,” I say, kicking her bedroom door open.

“Are you staying with me?”

I falter, not expecting the question, before looking down at her big blue eyes.

“Do you want me to?”

Briar nods wordlessly, and I lay her down before taking off my boxers. She arches a brow.

“I’m not sleeping in wet clothes,” I explain, and she bites her lip, looking directly at my cock.

“Don’t