Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Asher drops his face to my neck as he picks up the pace. All I can think is harder, tighter as I cross my legs over and clench my thighs.
“Nrgh, Kole … Kole, I’m gonna …”
I thrust back to meet him as his whole body goes stiff, and I feel his cum start to coat my legs and the bed beneath me. Each noise that leaves him increases the tingling in my balls, and when he sags against me again, he gathers up his cum and wraps his hand back around my cock.
He jerks me fast, nuzzling my neck, sending vibrations racing across my skin … I swear my eyes roll back into my fucking head.
I have barely a second of notice before my orgasm hits, tipping me right over into a land of goddamn ecstasy.
I’d never have imagined something could be hotter than Asher Dalton swallowing my dick, but that was … that was …
Shit, I can’t even think.
Asher rolls off me, and I’m able to roll out of the puddle of cum we’ve left on my sheets.
He stares at the wet patch. “Think your parents will ask questions?”
“I’ve been doing my own laundry for long enough …” It’s all the words I can manage because my dumb brain is still feeling dumb.
The front door slams shut, and I frown. “Did we close the—”
“Kole!”
My name being yelled from downstairs makes me jerk upright.
“Holy shit, is that …” Asher can’t even finish his sentence.
It’s not until I hear footsteps on the stairs that I finally launch into motion.
I shove Asher off the other side of the bed, and a second later I hear the telltale signs of him scrambling to crawl under it. My heart pounds madly as I duck into my bathroom, flick on the shower, and pull a towel around my waist just before the knock sounds at my door.
As I cross back to it, I try to calm my breathing. The room reeks of sex, and our clothes are everywhere, and I quickly kick Asher’s shoes out of the way. I have no goddamn clue how I look, but when I crack the door open, I try to play it cool.
“Hey.”
Dad’s relaxed expression instantly switches to suspicion. “Hey. I wanted to let you know we’re back, and we bought lunch if you want it.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
“You know …” He eyes me. “Because you’ve been at the rink all morning and then studying hard.”
Holy shit my dad cannot say the word “studying” ever again.
If he knew how hard we’d been studying, he’d probably explode.
“Thanks. Just let me shower and I’ll be right down.”
“O … Kay. How did today go, anyway? No dramas?”
He clearly knows something’s up, and I swear it’s the first time I’ve ever actually hoped Dad assumes I’ve been jerking off.
“Yep,” I squeak. “All good. They’re really … clicking. I think the private practice time is good for them.”
“Good, good. You can tell me all about it at lunch.”
“Umm … K, bye.” I hurry to close and lock the door before dropping my head against it.
Way. Too. Close.
15
Asher
Not shockingly, this isn’t the first time I’ve had to hide after sex. It is the first time I’ve feared the actual consequences of being found.
There’s really not enough room for me under Kole’s bed, and there are dust bunnies and a mess down here too.
If Coach catches me in his son’s room, I’m worse than dead. I’ll be off the team.
Priorities.
“Asher,” Kole whispers.
Ooh, condom. I pick it up and wave around the foil packet. “Found a condom.”
“A little too late for that.”
“No shit.”
I inch my way out from under his bed. Now I’m naked and covered in dust and sweat. “How do I get out of here?”
“Putting on clothes might be a good start.”
“Can I steal your shower?”
“As long as you bring it back.”
I make a drum noise. “Ba dum tshhh.”
“Just hurry up. Whatever you’re going to do, we don’t have much time before they’ll come up to check I haven’t fallen and hit my head.”
I swallow down the unexpected hurt that hits me in the chest and force a small laugh. “That sounds exactly like the type of thing my stepmom would do.”
I don’t mean to bring her up. The thought flies from my mouth, and I regret it immediately.
Kole’s eyes soften in sympathy, and yuck. It’s genuine as opposed to all the fake sympathy people give me when I make them feel uncomfortable by purposefully bringing up my dead parents.
Not that I ever saw my stepmom as my parent. She was a nice woman, and she and Dad loved each other a lot, but I always got the distinct impression West and I were Dad’s kids. Our siblings were theirs. I also wonder how she’d feel with West and me being the ones in charge of her kids. She’d be well within her rights to worry. Growing up, we didn’t make it easy on her. At all.