Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
My dick shudders as come erupts out of me, a hot stream of release spattering against her stomach.
I take a step back, my head beginning to clear. I’ve only got a few moments before my lust takes over again. My release glimmers on her stomach. She’s red all over from my kissing and touching.
“You should go,” she whispers.
“I know.”
I grab her hips and pull her close. When we kiss, she clings to the back of my neck like she never wants to release me. Then she digs her nails into my chest.
“Seriously,” she says. “You have to go. We have to be better than this.”
I take a step back. I was right about my manhood. It’s getting hard again already. She looks down, biting her lip and seeming shocked, but how can she be? I meant what I said. She’s irresistible.
“Asher,” she whispers, wrapping a towel around herself. “Leave. What if Dan comes home? What then? This was a mistake.”
“The best mistake of my life,” I say, forcing myself to walk toward the door.
Only when I’m in my bedroom, alone, does it hit me—the full implication of what we just did.
It was meant to be a prank, but there was nothing funny about it. That was so much more than a kiss.
She’s a virgin …
That should highlight how wrong this is. Not only is she younger than me and my best friend’s sister, but she also has no experience. I need to be the mature one.
Maybe, somehow, I can forget about this, take her advice, and pretend it never happened.
Hell, I may wake up tomorrow in a big red suit with a thick white beard. Both are just as likely.
CHAPTER 13
HOLLY
That night, I lie in bed, trying to sleep.
I should’ve freaked out when I walked out of the shower and saw Asher standing there in his gym gear. I saw his hand on the toilet handle. I knew what game he was playing. He was going to prank me.
Something came over me, a confidence I’ve rarely felt, or maybe I’ve never had a reason to feel it. When I told him to look at me, I felt powerful. I could see how hard it was for him to resist.
What was my plan? Did I even have one?
Tomorrow, we’re going to the rock-climbing place together. At least Dan will be there as a shield between his best friend and me. Earlier, Asher seemed somehow more interested when I told him I was a virgin. It was like he wanted to be the one to take my virginity.
These are precisely the thoughts I need to suppress if I’m going to get through this without completely losing my mind.
Disaster strikes as soon as I walk into the kitchen. Dan just told me he can’t come rock climbing with us.
“I’m sorry,” he says, rushing around the kitchen as he makes a quick breakfast. He could afford a chef, but our roots run deep. “I know it’s a crappy move. I’ve got a meeting with an overseas client. I can’t brush him off, but you should still go. You and Asher will have fun. It’ll be like old times.”
“I … I don’t know.”
He pauses, looking at me in confusion. “What are you talking about? I know how excited you are about this. Don’t let me spoil it for you.”
“You’re not spoiling anything.”
“It’s settled, then. You and Asher will still go.”
Asher walks into the room wearing sweats and a T-shirt. It’s difficult not to look at his crotch now. I’ve seen him. He was big, hard, throbbing. I had to tell him I was the owner of a V-card, so he knew I wouldn’t be able to take his impressive size on a lust-filled whim.
“What’s going on?” Asher asks.
“I’m going to need to ask you to chaperone the kid,” Dan says good-naturedly, meaning it as a joke.
Hearing him refer to me like that after what happened last night is too much. I stuff a slice of toast into my mouth to stop from screaming.
“I’ve got a meeting,” Dan goes on. “Is that okay, Asher?”
“Yeah, sure,” Asher replies after a moment, sounding as stunned as I am. “As long as you’re okay with that, Holly?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? I’m looking forward to it. I’ll finish my toast and get my camera gear ready.”
“Okay,” Asher says. “I’ve called ahead and made sure it’s okay for you to record. They said it is, but they ask that you tag them in anything you upload to social media.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” I say, touched.
Emotionally touched, not touched like last night.
“It’s no big deal,” Asher says.
He’s wrong. It’s thoughtful and sweet, a side to him I never would’ve dreamed about when I was a kid, and he called me those teasing nicknames. Last night was supposed to be an innocent prank, a “get-you-back” for my shower prank.