I woke the next morning with the blanket still over me as I got out of bed and realized my dress was haphazardly clung to my body. Then I smiled at the memories of last night. That was the best sex I had ever had. It was just too bad that it was with Jake. I never knew he was that good in bed. I mean out of bed. Whatever, I knew what I meant.
My heart sank when I looked over and saw the condom still in its wrapper on the side of the bed. How the hell did I forget that?! Damn it! What was I thinking?!
I straightened my dress and hair as I noticed that Jake’s bag was gone. He really was a hit ’em and quit ’em kind of guy, wasn’t he? No snuggling required, which was fine with me. I only wanted one night with Jake and nothing more.
When I opened the door, I could hear Asher, Harper, and Tate upstairs in the kitchen. They better have breakfast up there because I was starved. I climbed the stairs and was greeted with silence the moment I entered the kitchen.
Harper grinned, Tate winked, and Asher glared at me. It was clear that he was still in a foul mood. Ha. Like I care.
“Spill the beans!” Harper squealed. “Was he good? Did Jake satisfy your appetite?” She giggled.
I blushed. “It was amazing,” I whispered, “Who knew?”
Asher snorted while he poured himself some coffee as I threw him a dirty look.
“What? Is someone jealous that Jake is better in bed than you?” I snarled at Asher. I was so not in the mood for his bullshit this morning.
Harper and Tate quietly snickered as they watched us.
Asher turned to me then and cocked an eyebrow. “I can promise you that he isn’t.”
He handed me the cup of coffee in his hands as I looked down to grab it, but as I did so all the blood drained from my face.
Asher had a bite mark on his arm in the exact place I had bitten Jake last night. My eyes shot up to his as he stared down at me with a knowing look. I was going to faint. The realization slammed into me like a freight train. I didn’t have sex with Jake last night. I had sex with Asher!
“You want this or not, Stanford?” Asher asked dryly.
I shook my head and stepped away from him. “I- I have to go.”
He shrugged and took the cup back as he sipped it. I backed away from him as I held his gaze and tried not to panic.
“Where are you going?” Harper asked.
“I- I have to go home.” I swallowed hard and tightened my grip on my clutch before I turned and literally ran from the kitchen.
I sat on the edge of my own bed when I got home as confusion slammed into me. Did I really have sex with Asher last night? The best sex of my life and it was with my best friend’s brother. I wanted to feel guilty about it, but I just couldn’t. How can I feel guilty after sex like that? Sex like that didn’t come into my life too often, so I wasn’t going to feel guilty about the sex, just who it was with. Shit!
And what did it mean? Did Asher like me? Or was this just some kind of sick joke?
No. No, he wouldn’t do that.
The doorbell rang as I jumped and held my breath. I waited for Dillon to answer the door but when it rang again, I groaned.
He didn’t answer me or the door, so that meant he wasn’t home.
I ran downstairs and whipped open the door only to stumble back.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered.
Asher stood there staring down at me. We were all alone. This was a rare occurrence and it made me nervous.
“You forgot something.” He grinned and held up his hand.
There, in his fingers, was the condom I had brought last night. My cheeks turned rosy red as I lunged forward and grabbed the condom from him.
“What the hell was that last night, Asher?” I smacked his chest as he chuckled. I was so confused about everything. “I’m your sister’s best friend!”
He shrugged. “And?”
“And… and…” I swallowed. What did I say to that? He had a point. “And we’re going to forget that ever happened.”
He smirked at me; the smug prick.
“Are you sure you can forget it?” He reached forward and traced my face with his fingers. “I know I won’t be able to for a while. Thanks, by the way.”
“You… you… you asshole!” I went to smack him again but he caught my wrist and pulled me toward him. Tears stung my eyes. “Let go of me,” I hissed.
“Stanford. Stop.” He breathed against my face. “I really did enjoy it.” His raspy voice sent shivers over my skin as I closed my eyes for a split second.
“Asher,” I breathed, “It never happened.”
He released my wrist and I stepped away from him as I grabbed the door for strength. When I finally got the courage to look up at him, his expression was blank.
“Take it easy, Stanford.” He turned on his heel and headed back to his truck.
I watched him walk away as I couldn’t pull my gaze from him. I still couldn’t believe it was Asher I was with last night, but it kind of made sense. There was no way I felt that connected to Jake. I still didnt’ know why I was so connected to Asher, either, because I hated him. Shit, I despised him, yet I stood there like an idiot. A flush crept into my cheeks and I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I wanted to do it again. After last night, I didn’t care about the rule anymore.
Before I had the door shut, my phone rang. It was Harper.
“Hey,” I answered as I closed the door and blocked my view from Asher’s truck backing out of my driveway.
“Hey, so Tate asked me to be his girlfriend last night. Can you believe that?! His girlfriend!” Harper shrieked.
“What?” That was serious news. Tate didn’t have girlfriends; none of the boys did. Tate, Jake, and Asher weren’t the boyfriend type. “Did you say yes?” I finally asked.
She giggled. “Of course I did!! You know how much I like him!”
“That’s great,” I laughed. “Really. I’m so happy for you.” And I really was, but I couldn’t help but think that I would lose time with my bestie now. When Tate was around, I was nonexistent.
“So, I hope you don’t mind, but I invited him over for our movie night.”
There it was. She was already including him in on our time. “Sure. Yeah, that’s totally fine.” I went into the kitchen to find some breakfast. “I’ll see you later then, yeah?”
We said our goodbyes and hung up. I really hoped I didn’t start becoming the third wheel for everything now.
I made it to Harper’s just before six and saw that Tate was already there. His truck was parked curbside. In my spot! I groaned and pulled behind him. He’s not even her boyfriend for twenty-four hours and I was already sick of his shit.
I chuckled as I got out and walked up to the front door. I hadn’t knocked or rang the bell in years. I just walked right in. After all, this was my second home.
But this time, I wish I had knocked because right there on the couch was Asher making out with… who was that? Then I see her face.
That came out of nowhere. Why did I even care? I walked away and tried to keep my cool. I wouldn’t get jealous over Ellie Parker, but damn it, I was. Fuck!
“Harper?!” I called out but heard nothing.
I went into the kitchen to find Mrs. Creed washing dishes.
“Oh, hi, Mrs. Creed,” I greeted her warmly as I stood there awkwardly. Did she know her son was in the living room fucking a girl’s mouth with his tongue right now? Probably not.
She turned and smiled at me. “Hey, Layla! I have some leftover dinner if you’re hungry.”
“Thanks, but Dillon brought home Chinese so I already ate.”
“No pizza?” Harper asked as I whipped around and found her walking in with Tate in tow.
I scoffed. “Finally no pizza,” I paused and smiled at Tate. “Hey, Tate.”
He smiled back. “Hey, Layla.”
Mrs. Creed was beaming at them. “Aren’t they just the cutest?! It’s about time they got together, right, Layla?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
It really was about time. All these years of flirting and sneaking around and they were finally together. I really was happy for my best friend. Tate just better behave himself or I will have his nuts.
“Are you ready for some movies? We picked out some scary ones.” Harper looked at Tate over her shoulder and gave him the biggest smile. Yeah, the girl had it bad.
Scary movies, though? Movie nights were reserved for sappy love movies. We didn’t do scary movies. I, in particular, didn’t do scary movies.
“Sounds fun,” I lied.
I waved bye to Mrs. Creed as we made our way downstairs to the second living room they had turned into a mini movie theater. Of course, Harper and Tate took a seat together and I was left all alone. They had two love seats in stadium seating style and blackout curtains for the windows. It really was like a movie theater.
Harper put in the movie and turned off the lights. Great. Scary movies were scary enough on their own, she didn’t need to turn the lights off too.
After just a few minutes into the movie, Harper and Tate were already being annoying. They were making out and completely ignored me. At least I only saw their heads from behind and not the actual making out part.
I grabbed a blanket and tried to get into the movie as best as I could. Then I felt someone behind me and jumped when I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye.
“Jeez,” I whispered as I pulled the blanket tighter around my chest.
He smirked and shook his head. Then he did the unthinkable and joined us. Or rather, he joined me. He sat down right next to me and encroached on my space.
“What are you doing?!” I whispered as I looked over to find Tate and Harper were still in their own little world.
“Watching the movie.” He shrugged.
No. No, he can’t!
He shrugged again. “Sent her home. Got bored of her.”
I scoffed and shook my head. He was so incorrigible.
“You going to share any of that blanket?” He asked as he cocked a brow at me.
“Get your own!” I didn’t want to share anything with him. I did plenty of that last night. Shit, here comes the shivers again. He didn’t even have to physically touch me and I was affected by him.
“It’s big enough for both of us.” He reached over and took some of the blanket with force until both of us were covered. His knee pressed against me again and I held my breath. Lord, help me.
I couldn’t pay attention to the movie at all. All I could think about was his knee against mine as I bit my lower lip and stole glances at him out the corner of my eye.
He was so damn hot. I wanted to trail kisses down his jaw, over his neck, and further down. I didn’t get to explore at all last night and now I was upset that I didn’t get to put my hands or lips on him. That would have been solid gold when I thought about him later as I touched myself.
“Watch the movie.” He grinned.
I jumped and whipped my head back toward the TV, and of course, it had to be when a scary part popped on. The demon under the stairs roared its ugly head and I jumped.
He chuckled and shook his head.
“You going to do something with that hand?” He smirked as he looked down.
Holy hell! I tore my hand back and mentally cursed. My hand was just on his dick! Can someone please kill me now?
I tried to move away from him as much as this little couch would let me. I was no longer touching him, which made me a bit depressed, but I had to forget about it. I had to forget about him. There was one rule! But Harper and Tate weren’t making it easy up there. All that making out was making me envious. I wish I had… whoa…
I froze when Asher slid his hand onto my thigh. The sensation of his skin against mine sent shivers down my spine as a familiar ache between my legs. Gah, this felt so good. Shit. What am I doing?!
I grabbed his hand to stop him as I glared into his eyes. “Stop.” I mouthed at him.
He grinned and slowly shook his head.
His hand went up, and then further up, and then pressed against my sex as I let out a whimper. I wanted him to do this. I had dreamed about his hands on me like this, and right now, I wasn’t feeling one ounce of guilt for bending the rule.
I bit my lower lip as I looked into his fiery gaze. His eyes were dark and filled with a brazen promise. He watched me as he slid his fingers inside my panties and touched my flesh.
My mouth fell open as a silent moan escaped my lips. I reached down and touched his hand, battling with myself to stop him, but I couldn’t. I wanted this. I wanted him.
He licked his lips as they parted and his breathing picked up. The sight instantly soaked my panties. Then his fingers slid through my wet lips as I spread my legs for him. I heard a low growl in his chest as he slid one finger inside while my eyes rolled and my head fell back.
His lips pressed just beneath my ear as he whispered, “You’re so fucking wet, Stanford. Do you like this?”
I let another small whimper escape my lips as I nodded and stared deep into his gaze. His thrusting finger picked up speed as he turned his hand and pressed his thumb against my clit. I squeezed his wrist and bit my tongue. He was going to make me scream and we’d be caught for sure.
Harper’s giggles made my eyes whip in their direction. I squeezed Asher’s hand to stop him, but he only slowed his motions. Tate and Harper stood up and turned to us.
“We’ll be… back.” Harper’s face was flushed as she grabbed Tate by the hand and went into the guest bedroom, closing the door behind them.
I let out a breath and stared at Asher.
“Stop. That was way too close. Please…” I struggled to pull his hand away, but he kept pushing into me. Fuck, that’s so good.
“I want you,” he groaned as he took my hand with his free one and placed it on the outside of his pants. He was hard as a rock.
God, I wanted him too.
I closed my eyes and bit my lip. “We can’t. Not again.”
He pushed his hips forward as his erection pushed harder against my palm. I instinctively squeezed him and began to stroke him from the outside of his jeans. He felt so good in my hand and I desperately wanted to actually touch him. I needed to touch him. I remembered how he stretched me last night and the memories gave me chills even now. I wanted to feel his flesh and how silky he’d be as I stroked him without a barrier between us.
Then he slipped two fingers into me and I moaned out. Okay, this was too hot; too exciting.
I pulled at his button and zipper until they were free as I slipped my hand inside his boxers and gripped him. The feeling of his hard cock in my hand was exactly what I anticipated it to feel like. He was so silky and hard and the precum at the tip of his dick made my mouth water.
He hissed through his teeth at the contact as I watched him close his eyes.
I began to stroke him, but I was so distracted by his fingers thrusting between my legs. My orgasm was building and all of my focus was now on me instead of on him.
He reached into his boxers and gripped my hand with his as he helped me stroke him. His fingers slid in and out of me faster and faster as he matched the rhythm of our stroking hands on his dick. I was climbing fast. Higher. Higher. Higher. And then I came on his hand as my wetness overwhelmed me. It ripped through my body as I inhaled a breath and held it so I wouldn’t moan loudly.
Asher groaned as he slowed our stroking hands on his cock and then I felt the vein bulge and throb as he came in his boxers and all over our hands.
Without a word, Asher pulled our hands away and stood to his feet. “You should probably clean that up,” he whispered.
I blushed as I stood on shaky legs and went into the guest bathroom. My legs were complete jello and when I looked in the mirror, my cheeks were rosy and my chest was heaving. That orgasm was amazing.
As I washed my hands, I heard Asher come in but I couldn’t look up at him. I felt bashful after what we just did. He must have noticed it because he stepped right up behind me and grabbed my hips. He pressed his lips below my ear and kissed the sensitive spot there.
“Come to my room when Harper falls asleep tonight.” His lips brushed against my neck once more before he nibbled me, sending a wave of goosebumps down my arm.
Then he was gone. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and shook my head. I shouldn’t be doing this, but he’s the only guy who has ever made me cum like that. He was my addiction and I couldn’t stop.
Tate had finally left and Harper and I were getting ready for bed when she asked me more about my night with Jake.
I blushed and knew damn well that I had slept with her brother and not Jake. There was no way in hell I’d be able to ever tell her, though.
“Don’t make a big deal of this, Harper. It was just sex. Jake is a hit ’em and quit ’em kind of guy. You know that.”
She sighed. “I know that, but I wish you would find a guy too. I feel bad having a boyfriend and you don’t.”
I laughed at her. “I am perfectly fine not having one. They’re too much work anyway.”
She snorted as we both crawled into her king size bed and got comfortable under the blankets.
“But if you have one, you can have sex whenver and wherever you want to,” she giggled out.
I giggled with her. “What is your deal today, lady? You’ve turned into this horn-dog. Where is my friend Harper?”
Grinning, she replied, “I guess this is just what happens when you’re in love.”
My eyes shot over at her. “You’re in love with Tate?!”
She nodded vigorously as she hid her face in her pillow. “I have it bad, Layla.”
I scoffed. “I’ll say. Just- just be careful okay? We both know how Tate and the other guys can be.”
She looked back at me and nodded. “I know. I’ll be careful.”
We both went silent and all I could think about was her words: in love. What the hell?! I knew she had it bad for Tate and had for a super long time, but I never thought it was love. I looked over and noticed her lids got really heavy and within seconds, she was fast asleep and lightly snored.
I looked over at the clock and saw that it was nearing midnight. My heart began to pound as I thought about Asher’s earlier request. Did I get up and go to Asher’s room? Did I stay here and ignore him? Ugh, I knew I should just stay right here, but I was physically pulled to him like my body knew what was going to happen if I went downstairs. Just the thought of it made the ache between my legs return.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly and cautiously got out of bed as I looked over to make sure Harper was still asleep. I tiptoed over to her door and slipped out before I quietly shut the door behind me.