Page 94 of Wish You Were Mine

He tilted his head in question.

“Get up here,” I rasped out.

His brow furrowed, he climbed onto the couch beside me. Immediately, I stood for long enough to shed my pants completely, and then I straddled him, settling my sex over his erection, grinding against him. His mouth fell open, and he gripped my hips as I rode his length. He was slick with precum, and I moved over him easily.

He sucked two of his fingers into his mouth and then pressed them against my clit, relentlessly working the bud of nerves until I couldn’t think straight.

“Oh, God.” My hips stuttered as pleasure crested within me. I didn’t stop moving, even as an orgasm rolled through me, and I sobbed his name.

The tendons in his neck strained as his cock pulsed against me. He was coming again.

I’d made him come twice.

I slowed my movements as we both caught our breath, staring into each other’s eyes as though we’d never seen each other before.

“You… I…” I didn’t know what to say. I slipped off him and cuddled up to his side, hoping that the experience had been as powerful for him as it had been for me.

“Summer, that—” The ping of my phone cut him off. I’d turned the volume right up so that I’d be able to hear it in the crowded bar. Normally, I would have ignored it, but in case it was Liam, I didn’t feel like I could.

“Hold that thought.” I stood on shaky legs and fished my phone out of my pants pocket. I sighed with relief. “It’s just Bailey.”

But as I read the preview of her message, my gut tightened.

Bailey: Are you okay? Liam seemed upset…

Damn. Not much could dull the euphoria of the moment, but the memory of Liam storming out earlier sure as hell could.

44

ASHER

I clasped Summer’s hand as we walked to Eugene and Heather’s front door together, our feet crunching on the thin layer of snow that had fallen overnight. We hadn’t been apart from each other since Friday evening, and I was riding high from being wrapped up in Summer.

Somehow, that only made me more anxious about what was to come.

The fact we hadn’t been inundated with visitors might mean that the Braddocks had been respectfully giving us space, or it might mean that they were all furious and never wanted to see our faces again.

Summer squeezed my hand. “It will be okay.”

“I know.” I could say as much for her sake, even if I didn’t totally believe it. But at least, after today, the big reveal would be done. We’d break the news to my family this afternoon and pray to God they hadn’t heard it from anyone else or Mum would complain until my dying day.

If there was gossip to be spread, she needed to be the one spreading it.

I knocked, and then opened the door. We each took our boots off and left them in the foyer but didn’t make it any further before Grace and Kennedy appeared from the direction of the kitchen.

They each grabbed one of Summer’s arms and whisked her away. I started to follow, but Toby stepped in front of me, his arms folded across his chest. He jerked his chin toward the living room.

“Through there,” he said.

So, they were going for a divide and conquer approach.

I turned and headed toward the living room, feeling like a man on the way to his execution. There were reasons Summer hadn’t dated much in high school, and her brothers ranked high on that list. Even when I’d counted myself among the men determined to protect her, I’d realized we were a bit over the top.

Now, I just prayed they could keep calm enough to have a rational conversation despite the fact I wasn’t what they wanted for their sister.

“Morning, Asher,” Heather said as I entered.

I frowned, surprised she wasn’t in the kitchen, interrogating Summer. But perhaps she thought I was the more pressing issue.

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