A few even asked Emily about her brother and if he was planning to settle down. Then a weird whisper started to circle the room. One that Asher was in a relationship with a woman back in Japan. That almost killed me.
Emily gave me a look and shook her head no, but I myself heard Asher say he was leaving tonight. Was it to get back to her? Anger starts to bubble up inside of me the more I think about it.
“You with me?” Jax asks as he pulls me into his body, his hand going to my hip.
“Sorry, this is all a bit overwhelming.”
“You’ll get used to it. You’re a Score now.” He gives me a smirk that I think is supposed to be charming. I’m not a Score. My mom is one.
“I guess I don’t love crowds.”
“We can step outside if you like,” he offers.
“You can step the fuck back, that’s what you can do.” Jax freezes. And I look up to see Asher looming over us. He looks pissed. “Let. Her. Go,” he orders. I know this is an inopportune time for me to get turned on, but I can’t help it. I love that I get him all worked up.
“Careful, Jax. Asher doesn’t like to repeat himself.” I roll my eyes, then step back on my own. “Thank you for the dance.” I turn away. I don’t even have to look to know Asher’s following me. I can sense it. I exit out of the tent and make my way up the stone stairs toward the house. My heel catches on one of the cracks. I let out a small scream, bracing myself for the fall, but two arms catch me before I can hit the ground. I stare up into Asher’s dark gaze.
“You’re in so much trouble.” He swoops me into his arms.
“Asher!” I hiss. A few people linger outside and can see us if they’re paying attention. “I don’t have panties on,” I whisper. I’m going to end up flashing everyone. He pulls me in tighter to his chest so that I’m cradled in his arms.
“You better be fucking with me.” He carries me into the house. I want to bury my face in his neck and hide. I’m friendly with all the staff here, and I know they are seeing this. Clearly Asher doesn’t give a crap. He carries me through the house and up the stairs. He passes my bedroom to enter his.
When we enter his room, he kicks the door closed behind him before he drops me down on the bed. I sit up and watch him head back to the door. I’m about to ask him what he’s doing, but then I hear the sound of the lock clicking into place.
He turns, leveling me with a glare that has me scurrying backward. I really am in trouble. I thought he was full of baloney when he said that. I roll over to try and move faster and crawl to the other side. His hand wraps around my ankle, pulling me back across the bed.
The motion pushes my dress up. Asher doesn’t stop until my legs are hanging over the side of the bed. My bare ass is on full display for him.
“No panties.” His hand rubs my ass softly at first. Then he brings his hand down in a smack. I gasp in surprise. He does it a few more times. I try to wiggle away at first, but he uses his other hand to press into my back to keep me pinned down. After each smack, he softly smooths my skin. My protests start to turn to moans. “You’re enjoying this?”
“No, you’re a jerk.” He uses his knee to spread my legs wider. The bed is so high that my legs only dangle over the side. My feet don’t reach the floor. His hand slides down my ass to go between my spread thighs. I close my eyes, knowing what he’s going to find.
“You’re soaked.” I whimper as he strums my clit.
Then I hear the sound of a zipper loud in the room. I peek over my shoulder at him to see his cock in his hand. “You washed me off. We can’t have that.”
“Asher.” I moan as he guides the head of his cock to my entrance, pushing inside me a little. He strokes his cock.
“If you’re not going to wear panties then you’ll wear me.” A low groan leaves him before warmth spurts inside of me. He keeps stroking himself, and more spills into me. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. “Fuck.” I tense.
“Having regrets?” I hiss. If he doesn’t want this, why won’t he leave me alone?
“No, I just don’t think you’ve been properly punished. You enjoyed that far too much.” In one quick move, he flips me over like I’m a doll. “Knees,” he orders. He steps back, making room for me in front of him. “Babe, I don’t like repeating myself.” I do the opposite of what I should: I slide off the side of the bed onto my knees.