“Asa, you jerk,” I say after he comes. The smile on his face tells me he knows exactly what he just did. In my final act of retribution, I clamp down on his length, knowing just how sensitive he is after he comes.
“Montana Rose, you fucking love having me inside you. Don’t go denying it now.” He kisses my lips softly before slipping out of me, his hands holding my hips to keep me steady. It’s his eyes, though; they’re glued to where I can feel his cum sliding out of me, coating my pussy and thighs.
“Maybe not when your family is all gathered here. Do you know how awkward that’s going to be?” I ask him. The reason why this is so hush-hush, well, it’s because I’m his little sister’s best friend, he has a reputation, and quite frankly, we don’t want to hear anyone’s opinions on our relationship.
“You won’t forget me that way.” I roll my eyes because I could never in all my life forget anyone like him.
“As if.” I push him away, needing to clean up, and if we spend too much time holed up in here, well, let’s just say there may be hell to pay.
CHAPTER TWO
asa
I’m the jokester, the guy they think is always after the next piece of tail, a man who is bound and determined to sow his wild oats before settling down, the one they think is a fuckup but will never say it out loud. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Well, maybe the jokester part is the truth. Alright, fine, it’s not a maybe. It’s always come naturally. Being the third boy out five children tends to do that to you. You’re lost in the fray, and not in a bad way; it’s in that everyone is so busy with everything, you can easily be overlooked. So, I made myself stand out at an early age and never looked back. If that meant being the guy who everyone rolled their eyes at, well, it is what it is.
“Looking good, Montana Rose,” I tell my baby sister’s best friend. Her long dark hair is falling in loose waves down her back, around the face of a fucking angel, lush lips. Her slender body is one I want my hands on, and she’s got an ass I’m itching to grip.
“Beat it, Asa. No one’s falling for your smarmy charms.” She shoos me away with her hands. I lick my lips, exaggerating it just to piss her off. Montana in clothes is hot; her in a bikini, she’s fucking smoking hot.
“Asa, how many times have I told you not to hit on my best friend? You’re so gross. Come on, Montana, let’s go grab a drink,” my baby sister Leena tells Montana. She’s dressed in much the same thing as her friend, and if there were other people here besides our family, I’d be telling Leena to cover her ass up. I hold my comment back, barely, figuring Tanner, Keller, or Deke will get ahold of her, if not our father.
“Later, Asa.” Montana walks away, waving over her shoulder with a hint of a tease. I watch as her ass bounces with each movement, a tempting sway of her hips, the skimpy fabric sliding up further. It’s me who has to look away first.
“I think you’re losing your touch.” Deke walks in about the time I’m walking into the kitchen and they’re walking out the sliding glass door. Thankfully, my shirt is untucked. That’s one thing none of us would ever live down—popping a boner like we’re still teenagers. That’d give them more than a laugh at my expense.
“Nah, she’ll cave eventually. They always do.” Mom sent me in here to get the meat out of the fridge for today’s menu of burgers, hotdogs, and bratwursts. All of us know that if we leave Dad by the grill, our food will be well done and of the burnt variety.
“Sure, because we all believe that.” Deke must have followed me into the kitchen. Our parents never did open up the floorplan in their house, preferring to keep it the way it was. Mom said something to the tune of being able to hide the mess when people came over, you know, all the people coming over being family.
“Says the man who’s been celibate by choice for how long now?” I snicker. Deke hasn’t talked about a woman, let alone brought one around, ever.
“We can’t all be playboys like you, Asa.” I grab the tray of premade burgers, knowing I’ll have to come back for the second tray unless Deke gets off his ass and actually helps besides pestering the hell out of me.
“You could, but then you probably couldn’t handle them. Are you going to just watch me work or help?” I arch an eyebrow at him. He’s sitting on the countertop, a beer beside him, seemingly lost deep in thought since he hasn’t responded.