I followed Asher to the nightclub only to make sure he was okay. After all, he’d nearly passed out at the ice rink earlier! He hardly seemed like he was in any condition to be pursuing such cardio-heavy activities as dancing and… sex. Not that I would stop him. We were just friends. I had no claim
“She wants you,” I said. “I tried to bargain. Her terms weren’t acceptable.” “What were you bargaining for?” He looked at me again, and I knew. He didn’t have to say it. He’d already said he was going to confront Elena over the rumors. “Me,” I said. Asher sighed. “Maybe I should have accepted.
As Asher and I danced on the floor of the nightclub, my whole nervous system ignited with wanton desire. His body was hard and healthy and against me. And the way he moved his hips, molten and promising, a whisper of what it would be like to have him bed. His hands were everywhere. His eyes watche
The next instant, his mouth was on my neck in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Suddenly off-kilter, I clawed at his neck and shoulders for purchase. And to keep him where he was. His mouth was so hot and wet and – is that his tongue? I closed my eyes, lost in feeling. Even the music faded away. There
I was surprised to find Nicole waiting outside my dorm room, so late at night. Her dark eye makeup was slightly smudged, like this was the end of a long night for her. I wondered where she’d been tonight. “Can we talk?” she asked me as Asher and I walked closer. Asher met my gaze. “I can stay if
I couldn’t believe my luck. A few months ago, I only had Joseph. Now, I had Asher, Nicole, and Aimee. Excited, I couldn’t wait for Nicole and Aimee to meet. The next morning, I woke feeling refreshed. Things weren’t perfect. Elena’s accusations were still out there, wrong as they were. But I felt
I couldn’t breathe. Images flashed through my head faster than I could fully comprehend them. Asher and I holding hands. Asher opening doors for me. Asher kissing my cheek or my forehead or the back of my hand. Asher kissing me softly on the lips. Introducing me as his girlfriend. Sitting side by s
Thoughts of Dylan made my stomach twist. If he knew what I was doing with his best friend, he’d likely not approve! Well, Dylan wasn’t here right now. And this arrangement with Asher was only temporary anyway. Likely Dylan wouldn’t even find out. The realizations cooled me, and I followed Asher to
“Please.” That all sounded so good. I wanted it. I wanted everything. He stood to kick off the rest of his clothes. I watched, my mouth watering as he exposed his dick. He was so big, so hard just for me. Carefully, he moved me how he wanted me, stretching out my legs farther, and then slipped
Asher guided me back into the bedroom. As I stood near the bed, he walked behind me and slowly tugged down the zipper of my dress. His knuckles traced the newly-revealed skin inch by inch, following down the length of my spine. When the zipper had lowered as much as it could go. He spread his hand
I held my breath as Dylan threw the first punch. Asher dodged back and Dylan’s fist flew through the open air. Asher then stepped forward, ready to retaliate. Dylan backpedaled, placing a few feet between them again. In a flash, Dylan moved close again. His speed was lightning-quick. I barely even
“’Might?’” He squeezed me gently. “It will be fine. Trust me.” I did trust him, with my life and more. But… this was my brother. My brother and the love of my life were about to fight a challenge with yet unknown terms that would undoubtedly involve me and my baby. I couldn’t help but be a b
I opened my mouth to begin to explain, but the truth seemed worse than even Dylan’s worst assumptions. No, Asher isn’t the father of my baby. The father is actually a terrible person who is now in prison. But Dylan wasn’t waiting for me to figure out a softer way to explain, and Asher was no hel
On the evening of the Academy’s winter dance, I slipped into my shining purple gown and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. Gone were the days when I could pass as not pregnant. Now, my bump was a distinctive round bulge, pressing out the front of my gown – which I had bought in the materni
“I… um…” I had no idea how to answer Dylan. Panic set in, sending my heart into overdrive. Should I admit to Asher being beside me? It was getting late at night. Surely Dylan would have follow-up questions. Like, why was Asher in my room after dark. “Oh, shit, I have to go,” Dylan said suddenly.
Asher’s words stole my breath away. For a long moment, I simply stared at him, desire coiling inside of me. He stared back, his blue eyes deep as the ocean. I swallowed thickly. I couldn’t wait to go home with him and see all of his promises in action. Nancy cleared her throat from the doorway.
The real Asher was safely behind the line of fake wolves. He glanced back at me in concern. I understood his worry. Holding this many projections was a strain. But I was done running. I was done standing back. Joseph would lose. And I would help bring him down. In the circle, Joseph started to