He tasted so good.
The familiar taste of mint and sweet apple greeted me when our tongues collided and I moaned into his mouth.
His hands slid down my side and cupped my ass cheeks as he pushed against me with my back hard against the door. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck as my hands buried themselves in his hair.
But then my eyes whipped open and I glared into his closed eyes. No. I can’t do this.
My hands slid down over his shoulders until they were pressed against his chest and I shoved him away.
Our lips separated with a sucking sound and our heavy breathing filled the quiet space around us.
“I can’t.” I shook my head, crossing my arms over my stomach.
“Layla...” His voice was like sandpaper and it sent chills down my spine, my knees going weak.
When he stepped up to me again and placed his hands on my hips, I pressed my hands against his chest and held him back.
“Please, Asher. Don’t,” I begged, my eyes traveling down to his swollen lips.
He stared into my eyes before he sighed and stepped back from me, running his hand through his hair again.
“Fuck,” he cursed out as irritation pinched his brows.
“I’m going to bed now,” I said in a whisper and went for the exit.
“Do you ever regret it?”
His question stopped me dead in my tracks as I inhaled a breath and answered, “Never.” Then I went into the guest room and shut the door behind me.
And I didn’t. I didn’t regret one second with Asher. The only thing I regret is the fact that he didn’t want me the way I wanted him. And that would hurt me forever.
When I woke in the morning, I reached over and grabbed my phone, and sat straight up. Holy buckets! It was almost noon!
I jumped out of bed and threw my hair up in a messy bun and made my way into the guest bathroom. I was careful not to run into Asher and when I peeked around the corner toward his room, I was glad to see that his door was closed.
I had no idea where I threw my pants last night so I was going to have to head upstairs in just my panties and sweater from the night before. Then I’d sneak up to Harper’s room and grab a pair of pants before finding a ride back home.
After freshening up and using a new toothbrush from the drawer, I made my way upstairs and prayed that Mrs. Creed had left some kind of breakfast or even just some coffee.
I was like a moth to a flame when I saw that the coffee pot was still half full. I grabbed my favorite cup from the cupboard and poured the glorious liquid into my cup. After a minute in the microwave, I pulled the steaming cup out and took my first sip. Mmm, this was good. After a night of drinking straight vodka, this coffee was like heaven.
I yelped at the sound of Asher’s rough, sleep-filled voice as I held the cup up to my lips.
“Morning,” I replied softly, keeping my back to him.
“Where are your pants?” He sounded confused.
“I would like to know the answer to that myself. Haven’t seen them, have you?”
He lightly laughed. “Nope, can’t say that I have.”
When I looked over my shoulder in his direction, I gulped at the view. He was shirtless, only wearing a pair of jeans that hung deliciously low on his hips.
“Seems we both have a problem.” I laughed. “You’re shirtless and I’m pant-less.”
I felt his presence standing behind me as his body heat enveloped me.
He reached around to grab his mug and then poured himself some coffee. Once his cup was filled, he didn’t move. He wasn’t touching me, but he was dangerously close to me and it sent chills down my spine.
I felt his left-hand slide up the back of my thigh as he cupped my ass softly and seductively. My breath hitched in my throat and I froze in my spot. His warm hand felt so good and I didn’t want him to stop, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
I had to bite my bottom lip to keep me from letting out a soft moan as I squeezed my eyes shut, battling with myself not to arch my back.
“Asher,” I finally gasped before I took a deep breath.
“Hmm?” He lowered his face into my neck, his hot breath cascading over my neck.
“What are you doing?” My voice was so weak that it barely came out, my throat was drying up quickly.
His thumb hooked into my panties and that was my unraveling. I let out a breathy moan and ended up arching my back, my ass pushing into him.
“I’m doing what we both want. What we both need,” he whispered against my neck before he sucked me.
“We’ll get caught...” I breathed, squeezing my eyes shut again.
“Mom and dad are at work and Harper and Tate are at the beach. We have hours before anyone comes home.” I could hear the arousal in his voice, which sent a familiar ache between my legs.
Then I placed my hand on his and stopped him. “Asher, I need you to stop.”
I felt his grin against my neck. “But do you want me to?”
I groaned, still battling with my hormones. “I need you to.”
His right-hand caressed over my hip as he went up the inside of my sweater and grasped my breast. I inhaled a sharp breath and arched my back, pushing my breast into his hand.
He let out a guttural moan as he pinched my tight bud and bit my neck.
I could feel his erection through his jeans and even though I wanted him bad, I had to stop this.
“Asher...” He just kept teasing me and my body was relentless to his touches. “Asher!”
I pushed off from the counter and stepped away from him. I could feel that my cheeks were flushed and I was breathing heavily, the ache between my legs throbbing.
He was flushed too and his erection pushed against the tightness of his jeans. His eyes were dark and stared into mine.
“I need a ride home,” I said before I stepped out of the kitchen as quickly as I could and headed upstairs to Harper’s room to find some pants.
What the hell was that?!
My body was still reacting to his touch and I desperately wanted to go back down there and jump his bones. But no! I can’t! He doesn’t want the same things that I do.
And the rule!!
It was still intact and Harper would kill us if she ever found out. She can never find out, ever!
I found Asher back in the kitchen after I put some pants on and was thankful that he was now wearing a shirt, sporting a backward hat, and waiting patiently with his nose in his phone.
“I’m ready.” I broke the silence of the room.
When Asher looked up at me over his phone, I gulped. He was so gorgeous. His eyes traveled down my body before he looked up into my eyes.
“All right. Let’s go.” He stood up and pulled his keys from his pocket. Then we were out the front door, walking to his truck.
We drove in silence for a few blocks before I started some small talk.
“So, Jake tells me you guys have some scouts coming to watch you guys skate next week.” I peeked at him out the corner of my eyes. “You must be really excited.”
Right when I thought he was going to yell at me for trying to do the whole small talk thing, he replied, “Yeah, we’re pretty pumped. You should come out and watch. It’s going to be epic.”
I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure I’ll be there.” I went quiet before I asked my next question, “So, do you even have plans of going to college? I haven’t heard you talk about it and your mom hasn’t said anything about your plans after school either.”
He laughed and shook his head. Great. I should have shut my mouth while we were still getting along.
“Nah. I don’t have any plans after school. I guess I’m really hoping this scout likes me and signs me on. If not, I guess I’ll be off to a local college or something until I figure out what I want to do with my life.”
I exhaled and he must have noticed because he looked at me and grinned.
“Thought I was going to yell at you for being in my business, didn’t you?”
I laughed nervously. “Something like that.”
“Well, since I’m so open right now... Got any other questions?”
Oh! Well, when he put it that way... What else do I want to know? There was only one question I had festering in my mind.
“I’ve been told you don’t sleep with any girl more than once... So, why me?” I bit my lip and waited for his answer.
He snorted and shook his head. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Not to me.” I shook my head, turning to look at him.
He had one hand on the steering wheel and one arm resting on the open window. His eyes went soft as he looked over at me. “Because I like like you.”
My heart pounded in my chest. He liked liked me?! Why didn’t he say something before now? He was seriously a locked box. I never knew what was going on inside that head of his.
“Then... then why didn’t you...” I couldn’t get the words out.
“Tell you?” I nodded and he continued, “Because you’re a good girl, Stanford. And I’m me. Guys like me don’t end up with girls like you. Then you throw in that stupid fucking rule you made with my sister and you really are off-limits. I was actually really surprised when you didn’t totally flip out on me after you found out that it was me that night and not Jake. And then when we kept doing it, I just went with it. But then when I felt my feelings were getting real for you, I had to push you away.”
Wow! Just wow.
I didn’t even know where to begin replying to all that mess. He really didn’t think he was good enough for me? That he didn’t deserve me? Some people might agree with him, but not me. I knew that Asher had a huge heart behind that wall he put up, but he hides it all for himself. Where he started being a man-whore was still a huge mystery. He was always a sweet kid when we were growing up and then high-school started and he became a “god” of sorts.
“You’re an idiot.” It just burst out of my mouth before I had time to stop it.
When he laughed I let out a breath. “How am I an idiot?”
I turned my body to fully look at him as I took a deep breath. “You’re an idiot for thinking you aren’t good enough for me. The only thing I see that makes you a bad guy is all the girls you sleep with but besides that... I know who you are Asher.” He turned and looked at me. Really looked at me. “I don’t know where you ever got the notion that you don’t deserve to be loved, that you don’t deserve a healthy relationship, but you do. I wanted to be that girl for you, Asher.” Tears began welling up in my eyes and I needed to take a deep breath before I continued. “Even after everything you’ve done to me, I still want to be that girl.”
His eyes were filled with unshed tears as he stared into my soul. I didn’t realize we had stopped until he slid across the front seat and slammed his lips onto mine, cupping my face with his hand.
My tears broke free and slid down my face as he deepened the kiss, our tongues dancing together.
We were interrupted by someone slamming their hands on the passenger side window and we broke the kiss as I whipped my head in that direction.
And my heart stopped when I saw who was staring at us.
He had a crazed, completely shocked look on his face, then it went angry.
Dillon ripped the door open and grabbed my arm forcibly.
“Get the fuck out of the truck, Layla,” Dillon barked as pure anger radiated off of him.
“Ow! Dillon, you’re hurting me, damn it!” I tried to pull my arm free but he only held me tighter, yanking me down from the seat. I tripped on my own feet and landed hard on the sidewalk, crying out in pain as a rock dug into my knee and cut me open.
“Don’t fucking touch her!”
I heard Asher’s voice, but it wasn’t coming from the truck. No. He had gotten out and was now face to face with Dillon and my heart started pounding.
Shit. Shit. Shit. This is bad.
“Get the fuck back in your truck if you know what’s good for you,” Dillon barked.
He shoved Asher in the chest as a crazed look came over Asher’s face and he shoved Dillon back.
I quickly jumped to my feet and stepped in between them. My back was to Asher’s chest and my palms were flat on Dillon’s chest, keeping them apart.
“Stop it!” I screamed. “What is your problem, Dillon?!”
Dillon finally looked down at me. “He’s my fucking problem, Layla. Why the fuck were you just kissing him?”
“That’s none of your business!” Asher growled out.
“It is when it’s my sister! I know who you are, Asher Creed. You’re fucking scum. You’ll never amount to anything. You’ll just use and abuse my sister and then leave her heartbroken like all the other girls before and after her.” Dillon was seething mad and I could feel Asher shaking behind me. “Stay the fuck away from my sister if you know what’s good for you.”
“Well, it’s clear that I don’t. And your sister can make up her own decisions!” Asher grabbed my hips and moved me out of the way.
When I thought he was going to attack Dillon, I was surprised to find him stepping back away from the scene. He looked at me with a serious look on his face.
“Come on, Layla, let’s get out of here.”
Panic filled me as I looked between him and my brother.
“Don’t get in that truck, Layla,” Dillon growled. “It’ll be the worst decision you ever make.”
My anxiety was through the roof. If I chose my brother then Asher would be completely crushed and everything I just said in the truck would only make him doubt his self-worth even more. But if I chose Asher, then it was only a matter of time before Dillon blabbed to the whole town about it and even though I wanted to be that girl for Asher, I didn’t think it was possible. It might be okay for a week, a month, but would it last? Sure, he liked liked me, but he didn’t love me.
“Layla...” Asher called out to me again.
I looked between Asher and Dillon again and inhaled a shaky breath.
“Go home, Asher.”
He gave me the most broken, defeated look I had ever seen and it tore me in half, but it had to be done.
His expression turned to stone and the Asher we all knew was back.
“Fine. Fuck you and your pussy ass brother.”
“What the fuck did you just say?!” Dillon marched forward but Asher was already back in his truck and tearing out of here like a bat out of hell.And I felt like I couldn’t breathe.