Page 127 of Ask Me Something

He chuckled. “Because your pussy gets a vote, and right now it’s telling you to be my girlfriend so that I can bury my face in it.”

His hot breath blew on my pulsating center, and my knees felt weak. Was I seriously standing in a shower against a wall, letting him use sex to get his way? Uh, yes. Yes, I was. Because evidently I’d been outvoted by the power of pussy. Terrific, now he had me calling it that. “Yes, option three.”

Twenty minutes and two orgasms later, we were on our way to the party with Brian looking very pleased with himself.

* * *

I startedto fidget during the short car ride, feeling my anxiety grow over attending this party as Brian’s girlfriend. I hated that I couldn’t control my irrational thinking especially knowing it was irrational.

“Stop panicking. Everything will be good,” Brian reiterated. We pulled up in front of his childhood house, and he squeezed my hand.

It was a beautiful home, set back with a private drive and gate. We stepped out, Brian handed over the keys to a valet, and then we walked toward the front door.

“Maybe we should wait. Today is about Kenzie, and I don’t want to take any attention off of her,” I reasoned, turning toward him before we made our entrance.

His fingers threaded with mine and he tugged me over to the side of the house. Framing my face in his hands, he met my eyes. “She’ll be thrilled you’re here. And you already agreed.”

“I didn’t agree. My treacherous pussy did. I may be your girlfriend, but to tell your mom, who knows Josh’s mom... Is that what we’re doing now?”

“Sasha Jayne Brooks, did you just say the word pussy?” he drawled.

Heat flooded my face. “That would be what you picked up from that entire sentence. And you’re missing—Wait, what are you doing?” My eyes shifted down where he was using me as a shield to adjust himself.

“We need to stop talking about that particular word or anything having to do with it unless you want to greet my mother with me sporting an erection.”

“Mother and erection probably shouldn’t go into the same sentence,” I pointed out dryly.

He laughed. “You’re right and, poof, the problem has taken care of itself. Now, back to you panicking. What if I tell Josh on Monday?”

My breath left me. “That idea is only increasing my anxiety, Bri. It’s a big step.”

His gaze locked on mine. “I know it is. And this party is a small one toward that. I’m asking you to take it with me.”

My stomach knotted with trepidation. I was moving forward in a relationship for the first time with the one man who I’d always trusted. “Okay, I’ll try.”

His eyes lit up, and he kissed me, not caring who might witness. Pulling back, he grinned and took me by the hand into the house.

* * *

“You’re late,Brian, and what are you wearing? I specifically requested you to wear a white shirt for family pictures,” his mother griped, coming up to us the minute we entered.

He kissed her cheek. “I prefer the baby blue shirt, Mother. You remember Sasha?” Brian asked, his hand on my lower back.

Her eyes left him for a moment and recognition dawned when they settled on me. “I do remember her. What exactly are you doing here, though?”

I was prepared to answer, but Brian beat me to it. “She’s my girlfriend, and she’s here with me. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I have a lot of people to introduce her to, but first we need to find Kenzie.”

Her brows shot up. I could tell by the firm line to her mouth she was taking the news as expected.

He whisked me away in search of his sister and whispered, “That went better than I thought it would.”

I shot him an incredulous look. “Seriously?”

The look in his eyes confirmed that he wasn’t kidding.

Kenzie’s reaction quickly made up for it, though. “Sasha, oh, my gosh. You came.” She engulfed me in a hug and then looked to where Brian’s hand held mine. “Are you guys—? Oh—oh.”

Crap, she was starting to squeal.

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